<?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-3527151273555562533</id><updated>2012-01-11T21:39:02.949-08:00</updated><category term='Arachnogenic Necrosis'/><category term='Starting up'/><title type='text'>A Mermaid Stuck on Land</title><subtitle type='html'>"On the beach, you can live in bliss" - Dennis Wilson of the Beach Boys</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-421884173185594035</id><published>2012-01-11T19:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T19:38:55.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it gets warmer....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wtjN78AT0OE/Tw5VxxRfyHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/7xNwE_wZYV8/s1600/beach%2Bclothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wtjN78AT0OE/Tw5VxxRfyHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/7xNwE_wZYV8/s400/beach%2Bclothes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696584892198930546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll have the time and money to get some good outfits together. I am for sure going to the beach at one point this summer, and I plan on taking up hiking where my boyfriend and I left off. I really want to narrow down my wardrobe even more to my liking though, and try to get rid of everything that I don't really wear or don't like. It's hard to do this all at once, and it has been a huge ongoing process since I can remember starting after I got out of high school. Now I have a license though, and a job that makes it possible to buy a few things every so often to hone in on what I want to do with my style. Hopefully I can make it perfect once I get some better money coming in, and then it will be a matter of throwing on whatever I can find that feels good for the day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... a tan wouldn't be such a bad thing in my opinion... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-421884173185594035?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/421884173185594035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-it-gets-warmer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/421884173185594035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/421884173185594035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-it-gets-warmer.html' title='When it gets warmer....'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wtjN78AT0OE/Tw5VxxRfyHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/7xNwE_wZYV8/s72-c/beach%2Bclothes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-6106091408096944909</id><published>2011-12-31T23:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T23:44:21.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2011</title><content type='html'>I am not taking my usual approach to new years this year. I don't want to lay out my life month by month, but look at it more like a story in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zC6QzFXnpNs/TwAI7NxxS6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/15zRVYOEOEc/s1600/IMG_1175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zC6QzFXnpNs/TwAI7NxxS6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/15zRVYOEOEc/s320/IMG_1175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692559742400023458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the beginning of this year I was still in California. I was in a relationship that just kept getting worse and worse, and I was being treated in a manner not proper for anyone to be treated in. Still I kept my smile on and tried to get through life the best that I knew how, though many times the smile was less than genuine, as you can see in this particular picture of me. I didn't know what to do with myself, and I felt my life sinking into a hole that I wasn't sure I could escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0PzqkgDw8a0/TwAJt7hANwI/AAAAAAAAAXU/2_Puasma500/s1600/IMG_1222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0PzqkgDw8a0/TwAJt7hANwI/AAAAAAAAAXU/2_Puasma500/s320/IMG_1222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692560613671188226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A trip to the beach with my best friend Pengui finally made me realize something. I didn't deserve the misery. I made up my mind to end the relationship and start my life over when school ended this past spring. There were many tears, a lot of anger, but the thing I felt most was all of the love from my family. In a heartbeat my mother and grandmother dropped everything to come and take me home. They reminded me that I am never stuck, if I want to get out of anything then I can and I have their support at all times in my life. I am so happy that I was able to fix my life and get away from where I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2BI9KGPNvuM/TwALqANMr2I/AAAAAAAAAXg/j-dO8XrHJt8/s1600/IMG_1481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2BI9KGPNvuM/TwALqANMr2I/AAAAAAAAAXg/j-dO8XrHJt8/s320/IMG_1481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692562745234075490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I got to watch one of my best friends graduate. We had dinner at the Macaroni Grill and I ended up making plans with her teacher to see Rocky Horror Picture Show. Well, we ended up going on a date pretty soon after. We started going hiking, seeing movies and shows on the strip, going out to eat, and just hanging out doing nothing in particular. After six months I can still say that I don't regret a thing, and I am so happy to have him in my life. Patrick, you are so wonderful to me and I couldn't ask for a better boyfriend. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can ever be perfect, and my year certainly started as far away as my life has ever been from perfect, but my year is ending on so many wonderful notes. I have a job at Toys R Us, I got my drivers license, and I get to spend my time tonight with the most wonderful person ever! Even with everything that has happened I would not ask to change a thing, after all, it is all the experiences we have in life that shape who we become in our future. I have grown from my experiences and expect only to grow more in the new year to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-6106091408096944909?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/6106091408096944909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/12/goodbye-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/6106091408096944909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/6106091408096944909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/12/goodbye-2011.html' title='Goodbye 2011'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zC6QzFXnpNs/TwAI7NxxS6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/15zRVYOEOEc/s72-c/IMG_1175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-7847364390532032053</id><published>2011-12-17T12:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T12:23:34.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a New Camera</title><content type='html'>So, this is it. My camera is finally done for. The zoom no longer works, the camera has a hard time focusing on whatever it is taking a picture of, and it runs unimaginably slow when taking pictures, deleting pictures, and well pretty much every function except the main menu runs so slow that it is frustrating to use. First world problems right? Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the fact that I really want a camera that I can't afford, one that I can manually focus, a canon that is really over the top nice and possibly water proof, I just need a new camera that will actually work. I've seen a few on Amazon that are really neat, and I'm sure at some point once Christmas is done I can save up some money and get myself a nice new camera. It will probably still be a point and shoot but until I have a better paying job and the kind of money to invest in a fancy shmancy camera I will be happy to take a point and shoot or something on the cheaper side. Unfortunately there are good and bad points on every camera, and so finding one I think will be worth it is going to be a journey. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-7847364390532032053?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/7847364390532032053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/12/need-new-camera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7847364390532032053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7847364390532032053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/12/need-new-camera.html' title='Need a New Camera'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-4812428530541990130</id><published>2011-12-06T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T13:59:46.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting to Post</title><content type='html'>I am waiting to make any further posts until I have a chance to take a few pictures and add some details. I want to write about this winter because it's my first one back home, it's my first one where I am able to buy gifts for people with my own money, and it's the first winter where I can say I am totally happy since I graduated high school. So, until that point when I have some pictures to throw in I won't be making a full post. Anyhow, I am hungry so it's time to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jNu8koUy-IA/Tt6QPzGF2pI/AAAAAAAAAW8/gxTUKALkSQ4/s1600/ice%2Bmermaid.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jNu8koUy-IA/Tt6QPzGF2pI/AAAAAAAAAW8/gxTUKALkSQ4/s200/ice%2Bmermaid.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683138380876339858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-4812428530541990130?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/4812428530541990130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/12/waiting-to-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/4812428530541990130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/4812428530541990130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/12/waiting-to-post.html' title='Waiting to Post'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jNu8koUy-IA/Tt6QPzGF2pI/AAAAAAAAAW8/gxTUKALkSQ4/s72-c/ice%2Bmermaid.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-1459697584208331669</id><published>2011-10-23T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T22:18:41.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Jolly Sailor Bold</title><content type='html'>Since I saw Pirates 4 I haven't been able to stop thinking about the song the mermaid sang to the small ship of men before she grabbed and dragged one down with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is pierced by Cupid;&lt;br /&gt;I disdain all glittering gold.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing can console me&lt;br /&gt;But my jolly sailor bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come all ye pretty fair maids&lt;br /&gt;Whoever ye may be&lt;br /&gt;Who love a jolly sailor bold&lt;br /&gt;That plows the raging sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is pierced by Cupid;&lt;br /&gt;I disdain all glittering gold.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing can console me&lt;br /&gt;But my jolly sailor bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a full version, or the real version I guess of "My Jolly Sailor Bold", and it's very haunting, very mermaid-y and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the video of the full version and the full lyrics below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JOzlxwCh9yc?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did stray,&lt;br /&gt;Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay,&lt;br /&gt;Conversing with a bouncing lass, who seem'd to be in pain,&lt;br /&gt;Saying, William, when you go, I fear you will ne'er return again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hair hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as soles,&lt;br /&gt;My happiness attend him wherever he goes,&lt;br /&gt;From Tower Hill, down to Blackwall, I'll wander, weep and moan,&lt;br /&gt;All for my jolly sailor bold, until he does return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father is a merchant — the truth I will now tell,&lt;br /&gt;And in great London City in opulence doth dwell,&lt;br /&gt;His fortune doth exceed 300,000 gold,&lt;br /&gt;And he frowns upon his daughter, 'cause she loves a sailor bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fig for his riches, his merchandise, and gold,&lt;br /&gt;True love has grafted my heart; give me my sailor bold:&lt;br /&gt;Should he return in poverty, from o'er the ocean far,&lt;br /&gt;To my tender bosom, I'll fondly press my jolly tar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sailor is as smiling as the pleasant month of May,&lt;br /&gt;And oft we have wandered through Ratcliffe Highway,&lt;br /&gt;Where many a pretty blooming girl we did behold,&lt;br /&gt;Reclining on the bosom of her jolly sailor bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name it is Maria, a merchant's daughter fair,&lt;br /&gt;And I have left my parents and three thousand pounds a year,&lt;br /&gt;Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be&lt;br /&gt;Who love a jolly sailor bold that ploughs the raging sea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While up aloft, in storm, from me his absence mourn,&lt;br /&gt;And firmly pray, arrive the day, he home will safe return.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing that can console me but my jolly sailor bold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-1459697584208331669?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/1459697584208331669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-jolly-sailor-bold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/1459697584208331669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/1459697584208331669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-jolly-sailor-bold.html' title='My Jolly Sailor Bold'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JOzlxwCh9yc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-3195585857355135945</id><published>2011-10-22T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T19:22:02.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>No more promises. I keep saying I am going to try and post more, or that I will be posting more often or whatever, but that's it. No more promises. I keep breaking them, so I'm done. This is supposed to be fun, so that's what it will be. FUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write though because hopefully Lina will read this. I am still totally into the idea of a collaborated blog for our clothes, but we totally need to come up with a way to organize it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have a job. Thank goodness. Toys R Us hired me and I start on Tuesday. Super happy but still in that beginning job nervous phase. At least I'll be able to pay off my debts and update my wardrobe more like I have wanted to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had the strangest dream last night... Like... I don't even understand. It was a zombie dream. I was with a large group of people and it was after the zombie apocalypse, but these zombies were not like the normal zombies most people read about or see in games. They were smart, and they gathered almost like a cult with a leader... it's hard to explain, but anyway... Sabrina was with me, figures, zombie dream involving the zombie slayer right? lol. Matt [her boyfriend] was coming to visit her, like flying in from wherever to come visit... during this overrun of zombies, no big deal. lol. Anyway he walked into the courtyard where the zombies had been congregating in front of the house our group was staying in. He didn't have a gun, and was rolling around one of those like, hotel carts that has a bar for hanging clothes and a bottom shelf for baggage, and it was full of stuff. The zombies started to move in, but Matt pulled out his wallet and threw hundred dollar bills into the air, and the zombies were totally into it. They got excited and picked up the money, but as soon as it was put away he was only halfway through the courtyard and they started after him again. Brina rushed out into the courtyard with her crazy guns [did I mention we could change weapons by hitting an invisible forward or backward button on our wrists? it changed like we were in a video game or something... weird] and started firing away to rescue Matt. I ran out after her because there were too many and changed my weapon as well, I began shooting and the zombies backed up some. Somehow we dropped a bunch of candy on the ground, in packages of course but candy nonetheless, and so we all started picking up handfulls and running into the house. One of the zombies picked up some candy and ate it. She then screamed at her fellow zombies "I can taste this! WE CAN EAT IT! COME EVERYONE GET SOME!" and they began to close in on us as we were closing the front door. We bolted the door and knew that we had to start our escape plan since they tasted the candy. When night came we started gathering our things. I headed out the back to get the crazy like hummerXjeep cross thing that we had ready to go and a huge zombie was there in front of me. He seemed fresh, with only dark circles under his eyes and paled/greenish skin. Before I could scream he told me to be calm. There was a huge projector screen and him and some other zombies were watching a video on it. It seemed like it was about how everyone had become zombies. A virus meant to extend life ended up turning most people who were exposed into the undead. [though like I said they were weird in my dream, they still wanted to eat us as well, but they liked money and candy apparently] The few who were sitting watching the video here explained that they were the only ones the virus took to properly. Still zombies, but they did not crave flesh or whatever. Everyone came outside and freaked out because I was so close to a group of zombies but I explained everything and they calmed down. The dream pretty much ended there, which sucks because I would have liked to see where that would have gone, but it was just weird.... so very weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also had a creepy recurring dream 3 times. It always starts where one of my teeth seems strangely loose, or I get hit and one of them is like about to fall out. So I go to pull out the tooth and end up pulling out like 4 or 5 with it, then all my teeth start feeling loose and I start reaching in my mouth and grabbing them. They all come out so easy, like as if you were pulling plastic out of play-dough. They didn't even have any sort of attaching fibers, they just came right out until I had no more teeth, and I wake up as soon as I have no more teeth. They have been so creepy I wake up thinking I really don't have teeth anymore until I check. I hate it. &gt;:P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also redone, renamed, and re-everythinged my blog again. I think I'm getting closer to a style I want to keep. We will have to see. We'll see when my next post is though, haha. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-3195585857355135945?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/3195585857355135945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/10/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/3195585857355135945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/3195585857355135945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/10/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-7033824484433919598</id><published>2011-08-21T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T12:17:34.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAZY</title><content type='html'>So, once again in all my glory I've left this blog to the ages. One problem I think is that I ended up getting a Tumblr which is slightly easier and faster to post on than blogger, but I think what I'll do is just keep a tab open with each of them, and that way I am always thinking when I open the internet "oh I need to make a post" and I'll actually make a better habit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for other things I have been playing WoW again... my subscription will run out next month or October sometime I think, and then until I get my credit card paid off some more I don't plan on paying my subscription fees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is starting on the 29th and I managed to snag four classes! Three of them are online, and one is a hybrid class which is mostly online but I have to show up 5 Tuesday's out of the semester at the actual Henderson campus. I'm nervous about all the online stuff but I trust myself to get my work done, and then hopefully I will get to register for Spring classes a little earlier and actually grab a science and math class which would be really awesome. At least all the classes I did get are going toward my associates degree, they aren't just junk useless classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think I'm catching a cold right now. I feel so mopey and droopy and I can feel the congestion building behind my eyes. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to plan my next date too... and I have NO CLUE WHAT TO DO AHH!!! The last date we had was at the Paris, Patrick took me to see Barry Manilow! It was such an amazing show, I have loved his music for as long as I can remember because of my mom and grandmother. I didn't know all the songs but he did the popular ones that I did know and he did a couple new songs too and it was just amazing. We were in the 9th row!!! SO CLOSE TO THE STAGE!!!! So now I have to top that.... ummmm..... Lol, like that'll happen. Not for awhile anyway but I still get to plan the next date, so we'll see what kind of ideas I can come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is coming to a close, and I want to have a huge water fight before school starts up to celebrate. Lina, I don't know if you are going to read all of this but you totally have to come, I'm trying to make it for this coming Saturday, the 27th, and I'm trying to invite like everyone, I even made a group on Facebook to invite some friends and had Brina invite some friends on there too because I want this to be awesome and huge and... and awesome! lol. So yeah, you and James should definitely come too, it's probably gonna be at Sunset Park and I know you have to move but it won't take all day so yeah. DEW IT! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's it I guess, I think I'm going to rest today and hopefully I won't feel like such garbage. TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-7033824484433919598?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/7033824484433919598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/08/lazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7033824484433919598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7033824484433919598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/08/lazy.html' title='LAZY'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-3703575006711358149</id><published>2011-08-08T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T12:52:03.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not convinced...</title><content type='html'>I can't find anything as far as a title or a background that I really feel suits me or this blog. So once again for now, this will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the weekend watching my dad's house, brushed the dogs, did some cleaning, and LOTS of swimming. But of course that was not my entire weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night Patrick took me to go see BARRY MANILOW!! Yes, Barry Manilow like the singer, and he was INCREDIBLE! We also had dinner at the Paris which was sooo yummy. He had the Fillet Mignon, and I had prime rib and king crab legs. D-E-L-I-C-I-O-U-S!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday morning we got up super early to go on another hiking adventure. Brina came with this time and even though we didn't find the echo cave we still had a blast. I am burnt to a crisp though, I'm so red and itchy it's insane. Next time I guess I'll use some light sunblock lol. Then after the hike we dropped off Brina and went swimming at my dad's for awhile. Successful day was totally successful. Then that night I had to go to my friend Morgan's graduation party, she's going into skin care and is very happy. We had fun that night and then I passed out when I got home because I was sooo tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I cleaned a little more for when my dad got home, swam again that day for a couple hours, and just relaxed because the sun burn was making me feel pretty shitty. Lots of napping, and Helina made Greek chicken for dinner, which was pretty good too. Overall a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night I had the weirdest fucking dream... I was in like this weird military group and we had to go around and look for... I don't even know what, but we were investigating this area that was like, part underwater, I don't even know how to describe it except it was like a submarine that had some water in it and like different levels of the sub were flooded while others were fine. ANYWAY we ended up in this room with like, this weird cat person who ate people and we had to sneak through a tiny door to climb up it's fireplace which was like secretly a stairway but it was super tiny and you could barely fit through it... and of course as I'm trying to get up the cat person gets in the room and is trying to pull me back so it can eat me. And then I woke up... it was so bizarre and un-enjoyably creepy lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm waiting for Patrick to get off work so we can go to CSN to see if I can get some kind of SOMETHING going for school since I've now sent in two applications and not received any kind of email or notification otherwise. Should be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-3703575006711358149?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/3703575006711358149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-convinced.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/3703575006711358149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/3703575006711358149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-convinced.html' title='Not convinced...'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-4290076520096041539</id><published>2011-07-25T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T10:16:09.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking Cathedral Rock :3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FpYFEiJuhjM/Ti2eyl2wczI/AAAAAAAAAV0/sHHcchtuUOI/s1600/IMG_1386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FpYFEiJuhjM/Ti2eyl2wczI/AAAAAAAAAV0/sHHcchtuUOI/s320/IMG_1386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633333300902785842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I got to go hiking with Patrick at Cathedral Rock in Mount Charleston! It was sooo nice outside, and the scenery was totally beautiful. The only problem was I am TOTALLY AND UTTERLY OUT OF SHAPE! EUGH, NOT EVEN COOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r0yIIh5X3LQ/Ti2fDbieG1I/AAAAAAAAAV8/8GISTxiKkZw/s1600/IMG_1380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r0yIIh5X3LQ/Ti2fDbieG1I/AAAAAAAAAV8/8GISTxiKkZw/s200/IMG_1380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633333590191119186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial part of the hike I was caught between my head spinning, being totally dizzy from the thin air, and catching my breath every like ten minutes just because I was THAT out of shape and tired from walking. So now I'm going to attempt some kind of working out schedule to get back into shape and stay that way!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow the hike was still fun, we left early in the morning and had breakfast at IHOP, and then we set out for the mountain. There were plenty of people already but it was still a pretty small crowd. On the way up we only ran into a couple of small groups doing the same hike as us, and when we got to the top the bigger group went down pretty quickly after we got there so we had a good seat by the edge of the cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ea8nJiwIXA/Ti2fXLCM6sI/AAAAAAAAAWE/csh3Q-M7PAQ/s1600/IMG_1378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ea8nJiwIXA/Ti2fXLCM6sI/AAAAAAAAAWE/csh3Q-M7PAQ/s200/IMG_1378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633333929358191298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The climb back down was of course a million times easier, and just as beautiful. The thing was though when we started back down we noticed a large number of people working their way up, and they were older people. Quinn stopped and asked a couple of the ladies if they were part of a group and she told us they were in an age 50+ hiking group, and a bunch of them were doing this hike today. So apparently our timing was really good because the cliff was about to get very crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I forgot to mention our detour!&lt;br /&gt;We got most of the way up but apparently continued along the completely wrong path at a fork that we didn't really notice because we had been talking, lol. So the fork took us around an entirely different area until we reached a spot where the incline was way too steep and a bunch of trees and rocks had previously fallen. We tried to climb it anyway but realized not too far up that it was going to be impossible, so we headed back determined to find where we took the wrong turn. We got back just fine, minus a hole in the back of the shirt I was wearing, and got to the top of the cliff shortly after hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an extremely good day, but by the time we got back we were both exhausted. My left hip was not happy with me and was extremely sore, but we ended up going bowling with my sister later that night anyhow. It was a pretty awesome evening, and I definitely slept well that night hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CLF8OOLLlns/Ti2jXFBejHI/AAAAAAAAAWM/XJDFH3nBCmQ/s1600/IMG_1412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CLF8OOLLlns/Ti2jXFBejHI/AAAAAAAAAWM/XJDFH3nBCmQ/s200/IMG_1412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633338325791050866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we are going to try and go hiking once a month and just do a whole bunch of different hikes. It'll be part of getting back into shape, but also a chance to just get outside and do something other than shove my face in the computer all day. Once October hits we'll be doing some hikes in Red Rock Canyon as well, so it won't be quite so freaking hot outside. I'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have this horrible urge to ride horses, and I hope to set something up eventually to do that as well. The oddest thing I've been thinking about though is Halloween. I've been thinking about it for a good two weeks already, what I might want to be, what I will do since I'm far too old to trick or treat without the excuse of bringing a small child which I would prefer not to do, I don't have a job so there is no money to throw a party, nor a place for it... I'm stuck, but either way it's in my brain and I want it to happen already!!! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess for now that's everything I wanted to write about, hopefully I can actually get back in the habit of doing this again too, it'll be nice to look back on in the future so I really should try to do at least one per week. Alright, BYE BYE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-4290076520096041539?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/4290076520096041539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/07/hiking-cathedral-rock-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/4290076520096041539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/4290076520096041539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/07/hiking-cathedral-rock-3.html' title='Hiking Cathedral Rock :3'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FpYFEiJuhjM/Ti2eyl2wczI/AAAAAAAAAV0/sHHcchtuUOI/s72-c/IMG_1386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-2955129378716414500</id><published>2011-06-28T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T15:14:57.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad :(</title><content type='html'>I'm writing this as a sort of apology, although it's not a very good apology if it's just over a blog, but since I can't stop thinking about it I feel like I need to write SOMETHING. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina, &lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to exclude you and James, I really enjoy hanging out with you guys, and I still consider you family. You are one of the only friends I have anymore, and you are one of my best friends, whether or not you think of me that way still. You are not a burden, and you do not bother me at all. It was a stupid mistake not to say anything, but I didn't even think about it because we were simply trying to do something before Matt left, and I should have thought about it. So all I can say is that I'm sorry, and whether or not you believe me I mean it genuinely. But we've been through so much together, and I think our friendship holds stronger than one mistake could break apart. I still love you bra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-2955129378716414500?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/2955129378716414500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/06/sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/2955129378716414500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/2955129378716414500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/06/sad.html' title='Sad :('/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-8135002739072050832</id><published>2011-06-20T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T07:27:45.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wait until Tuesday, you'll get yours.</title><content type='html'>I was told by a certain source, you know who you are lol, that I needed to update my blog, so once again here I am writing nonsense about my life making up for the lost time on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where to start... I suppose first I can mention that Cristian and I are no longer together. I don't need to go into details on blogger, but it's done and I'm doing a lot better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been back I've enjoyed spending time with all my wonderful friends. I got to see Brina graduate, which was amazing, and that day was awesome. I stayed the night before so that I could just ride with Claire to the Graduation ceremony. Afterward a huge group of us went to Macaroni Grill and drew things on the table. The food was delicious haha. THEN we all headed to Jake's grad party and had a blast there too. Got invited to see Rocky Horror Picture Show and go to Streats with Quinn and company, and then I headed home since Brina and Matt were going to be busy the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streats was amazing, I tried a bacon cupcake and it was surprisingly delicious. Then we walked Fremont Street for awhile, got some ice cream and lemonade in a badass cup, and headed to Rocky Horror after. At Rocky Jake and Lucy were "virgins" so we got to watch them go up on stage and embarrass themselves. They had to pair up and one person put a kit-kat between their legs while the other had to eat it. Jake's partner lifted him off the ground and devoured the kit-kat bar, it was hilarious. When I finally made it home I was exhausted and passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I guess the next thing was the barbecue. Quinn invited me over to go to the barbecue he was having with some of his graduated seniors. We had salmon, burgers, pork-chops, brats, potato salad, macaroni salad, and grilled pineapple! We ended up passing the iPad around and watching random awesome youtube videos as well as sharing stories. It was a blast, and then when we all left I had to get ready to see Breanna and Ti for Ti's birthday the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti's birthday was awesome, we ran around doing errands all day which sucked but we went to Outback for dinner and it was soooo delicious. Then we did Bre's hair black and green which is totally cute and didn't get to bed AGAIN until about 5am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I've gone walking and tried to keep busy. My legs are pretty sore from walking for such a long time, good thing I've got today to chill before I go out Tuesday night. I think I may do my nails today, since I no longer have my acrylics and they need a fresh coat of paint, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to find something else to keep me busy so that today doesn't take forever to go by. Time for a good book as soon as I redo my blog. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-8135002739072050832?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/8135002739072050832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-wait-until-tuesday-youll-get-yours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/8135002739072050832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/8135002739072050832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-wait-until-tuesday-youll-get-yours.html' title='Just wait until Tuesday, you&apos;ll get yours.'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-3263805457401574221</id><published>2011-04-25T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T20:39:49.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Breathe...</title><content type='html'>Story of my fucking life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jPz3YaIJkjQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post more this Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-3263805457401574221?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/3263805457401574221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-breathe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/3263805457401574221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/3263805457401574221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-breathe.html' title='Just Breathe...'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jPz3YaIJkjQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-2745333758787004621</id><published>2011-04-16T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T10:51:15.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUN HATTTT</title><content type='html'>YAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rSGVI115NAc/TanW3S6MHtI/AAAAAAAAAVk/YHyGAp6i5p8/s1600/IMG_1249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rSGVI115NAc/TanW3S6MHtI/AAAAAAAAAVk/YHyGAp6i5p8/s320/IMG_1249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596240257441603282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q7tQk0POy_Q/TanWxlIcUMI/AAAAAAAAAVc/0fnZ1bZfWU0/s1600/IMG_1240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q7tQk0POy_Q/TanWxlIcUMI/AAAAAAAAAVc/0fnZ1bZfWU0/s320/IMG_1240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596240159254008002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xlQVMOPdSfI/TanWsy79SuI/AAAAAAAAAVU/9-PgunhD0G4/s1600/IMG_1222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xlQVMOPdSfI/TanWsy79SuI/AAAAAAAAAVU/9-PgunhD0G4/s320/IMG_1222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596240077060393698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a picture of me and Pengui by the ocean. :D&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOOOOOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-2745333758787004621?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/2745333758787004621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/04/sun-hatttt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/2745333758787004621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/2745333758787004621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/04/sun-hatttt.html' title='SUN HATTTT'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rSGVI115NAc/TanW3S6MHtI/AAAAAAAAAVk/YHyGAp6i5p8/s72-c/IMG_1249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-1023048576117423831</id><published>2011-04-11T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T19:42:38.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GGRRAAAAHHHHH IT'S ALIVE</title><content type='html'>Yeah by it I am definitely referring to myself. I have been so retardedly busy it is not even remotely funny. I had to worry about my Latin midterm, which I studied my ass off for and even though I haven't gotten the grade I know I totally aced it. I am psyched, but it was still a total brain killer. I also have two big projects coming up, and I just finished and presented another project I had for my recreation class. I had to teach 60 people to make a paper crane. WTF was I thinking? It was fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other newssss I had a fucking BAD ASS 20TH BIRTHDAY. I got so much random shit that I realllllyyyy need to take pictures of, but I am so FUCKING BUSY that I can't imagine taking the time to take those pictures right now. I think Wednesday after I finish my Latin homework I will finally take some pictures, especially because I now have a totally amazing strand of pearls from my BRA Lina, and a pearl ring from my mom, AND I GOT MY SUN HATTT WOOOOOOOOO, so I HAVE to get a picture of those all with my white dress on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alsoooo, I found this badass sock website because I went to Fort Bragg [cute little beach town] and there was a sock store there. I followed the link on the sock package and found amazing wonderful awesome over the knee socks that, although I am not really concerned with this like really who the hell cares, are made from recycled yarns and are made in the US. After bringing home one pair I bought myself 3 more online hahahaha. here's a picture of the giraffe ones - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2QZdayRrSRo/TaO5k9iPE2I/AAAAAAAAAVM/0GrpKX1ZoqU/s1600/Picture0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2QZdayRrSRo/TaO5k9iPE2I/AAAAAAAAAVM/0GrpKX1ZoqU/s320/Picture0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594519206768874338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh they are super comfy and sooooo awesome. I LOVE SOCKS, and up until now have essentially ignored this obsession because I had no money to spend on them. Oh, the site is rocknsocks.com - totally worth the 50 bucks I paid for 3 pairs of socks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what else..... I am strongly considering quitting my crappy ass job at McDonalds. My best friend there just quit and left to join the Navy and I'm so sad to see him leave. He was my "twin" at work and we were soooo close. I am gonna miss him :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading again, it's exciting. I have such a wonderfully vivid imagination I don't understand why I stopped reading at all. The words create movies in my brain and I often get lost in the other worlds they bring me to. SO FUN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma sent me chocolate covered macadamia nuts after I looked all over this retarded town and couldn't find them anywhere. I LOVEEEE Macadamia nuts, especially covered in chocolate hahahaha. With a big glass of milk they are soooo yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSOOOO Gamestop had a badass special for their weekly sale, I bought Scribblenaughts AND Super Scribblenaughts for 30 bucks! so 15 per game, which is super cheap and they were both brand new!!!! My favorite thing to create so far is a killer whale, and flame throwers lollll, not at the same time, but definitely both are super awesome. I love solving the retarded random little puzzles. Cool game is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOOO I swear I will post pictures soon, if I don't do it Wednesday then I promise this weekend I will totally do it. Hopefully school finishes up quickly so I can relax over summer and not have to worry about my shit homework. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-1023048576117423831?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/1023048576117423831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/04/ggrraaaahhhhh-its-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/1023048576117423831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/1023048576117423831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/04/ggrraaaahhhhh-its-alive.html' title='GGRRAAAAHHHHH IT&apos;S ALIVE'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2QZdayRrSRo/TaO5k9iPE2I/AAAAAAAAAVM/0GrpKX1ZoqU/s72-c/Picture0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-7179236740568776593</id><published>2011-03-19T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T20:14:56.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair cut and dyed!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Co_pUNvnTQQ/TYVwUCAUmfI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Aa5FKfsn5r4/s1600/IMG_1203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Co_pUNvnTQQ/TYVwUCAUmfI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Aa5FKfsn5r4/s400/IMG_1203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585994402260883954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY I managed to get a nice platinum blonde!!! I have to redo the top a little because the top still has some orange-y color to it, but overall I'm really really happy with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went today and got my hair cut. I finallyyyyy found someone who knows how to cut hair and listen to their customer. I have proper bangs instead of one diagonal line of hair in my face, and proper layers because she said she's really picky about layers. SO I'M SUPER HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay hair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-7179236740568776593?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/7179236740568776593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/03/hair-cut-and-dyed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7179236740568776593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7179236740568776593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/03/hair-cut-and-dyed.html' title='Hair cut and dyed!!!'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Co_pUNvnTQQ/TYVwUCAUmfI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Aa5FKfsn5r4/s72-c/IMG_1203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-2493601392867357840</id><published>2011-03-15T14:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T14:29:54.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Pretend</title><content type='html'>Today I've decided that pretend is not just for little kids. And why should it be? I want to pretend so that's what I'm gonna do. Today I am going to be a mermaid. I've been dreaming of the ocean so I decided there is no way around it, I must be a mermaid right now. Pretend is hard when no one around you plays anymore, but I'll make do with my own imagination. So a mermaid I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mgbhOv2gn_4/TX_aQWUHAII/AAAAAAAAAU8/QISSRYIk0zc/s1600/mermaid%2Bme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mgbhOv2gn_4/TX_aQWUHAII/AAAAAAAAAU8/QISSRYIk0zc/s400/mermaid%2Bme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584422037365391490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-2493601392867357840?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/2493601392867357840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/03/playing-pretend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/2493601392867357840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/2493601392867357840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/03/playing-pretend.html' title='Playing Pretend'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mgbhOv2gn_4/TX_aQWUHAII/AAAAAAAAAU8/QISSRYIk0zc/s72-c/mermaid%2Bme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-2645814892361807961</id><published>2011-03-12T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T17:19:28.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a world where I can go and tell my secrets to... In my room</title><content type='html'>My dad got me The Beach Boys album for my birthday XD I have been listening non stop already. The Beach Boys make me so uber happy it's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY took new pictures of some of my outfits!!! hooray!!! so I'm just gonna mass upload some of these cuz they are totally cute, I had fun playing with my clothes. I really need to lose some weight though so that some of the stuff fits better and I look more trim for summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uPVvVR9ytOc/TXwY7rZvWbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/sJWO-6o_JxA/s1600/spring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uPVvVR9ytOc/TXwY7rZvWbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/sJWO-6o_JxA/s320/spring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583365051574606258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my outfit choice for today. I got the shirt at the bargain store a couple weeks ago and it's totally cute. GIANT flowers all over it, and this like, scrunchy waist band thing, although this time I wore it under the skirt with a belt so you can't tell. I LOVE THIS OUTFIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6aen5IQVQ6w/TXwY3plF0iI/AAAAAAAAAUc/LSBcjLDOYMs/s1600/blurry%2Bspring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6aen5IQVQ6w/TXwY3plF0iI/AAAAAAAAAUc/LSBcjLDOYMs/s320/blurry%2Bspring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583364982365868578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit blurrier than the last one but I wanted another picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aQPYlq4HCkE/TXwZHZMqt8I/AAAAAAAAAUs/Q5fRW6CmpxU/s1600/sailor%2Bshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aQPYlq4HCkE/TXwZHZMqt8I/AAAAAAAAAUs/Q5fRW6CmpxU/s320/sailor%2Bshirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583365252846368706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking love this shirt. I call it my "sailor" shirt because of the blue with the off white. It's so comfy and uber cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IOc5XQIN0Fg/TXwYzSNnJuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/E_mrFRhT9oE/s1600/blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IOc5XQIN0Fg/TXwYzSNnJuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/E_mrFRhT9oE/s320/blue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583364907373897442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay seriously I got the blue shirt at the bargain store same time as the flower shirt up there, and I didn't even know how perfect it would be with that black skirt. The skirt's layers sort of flair out, and so does the very bottom part of that shirt! I think it looks super cute and they totally fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KurHbWnWoBg/TXwYwHqQdJI/AAAAAAAAAUM/jOmeqFbCJxU/s1600/bright%2Bcolors%2Bwith%2Bshorts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KurHbWnWoBg/TXwYwHqQdJI/AAAAAAAAAUM/jOmeqFbCJxU/s320/bright%2Bcolors%2Bwith%2Bshorts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583364853001647250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I swear I am wearing shorts under this, but the shorts are shorter than the shirt/dress thing. It's hella cute and super colorful, I love the orange with the blues and stuff. The only big downside is it's totally see through and so I'll have to always wear an undershirt or a bathing suit top with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FGMFqzWuISk/TXwYtFyfS1I/AAAAAAAAAUE/ochQlCr_Yzk/s1600/bright%2Bcolors%2Bclose%2Bup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FGMFqzWuISk/TXwYtFyfS1I/AAAAAAAAAUE/ochQlCr_Yzk/s320/bright%2Bcolors%2Bclose%2Bup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583364800959695698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up so you can see the pattern a little better. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8eXFgLNV4I8/TXwYouTfqEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/iMvB9wwJ34c/s1600/pink%2Broses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8eXFgLNV4I8/TXwYouTfqEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/iMvB9wwJ34c/s320/pink%2Broses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583364725936203842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That black shirt I got at Walmart. It has little pink roses on it, and a built in bra. Exciting! lol. The shorts I got at the bargain store and I think they look pretty neat with the black shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JPQBgB3wvbE/TXwbcRrub-I/AAAAAAAAAU0/zx6elekyueA/s1600/yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JPQBgB3wvbE/TXwbcRrub-I/AAAAAAAAAU0/zx6elekyueA/s320/yellow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583367810629660642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the yellow shirt equivalent to the pink roses one. I love this too and just wanted to put a super bright shirt with my black skirt. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yjeSG_wgX-E/TXwYlHK3ApI/AAAAAAAAAT0/lko2Zup-sd0/s1600/white%2Bdress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yjeSG_wgX-E/TXwYlHK3ApI/AAAAAAAAAT0/lko2Zup-sd0/s320/white%2Bdress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583364663891395218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but certainly not least my white "spring" dress. It has a lace layer over the regular white layer of dress, and a little bow beneath the chest. I wore it with the sunflower hair clip I made for myself from the dollar tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this because the weather can't make up it's mind, but I am ready for warm weather so I tried some of my stuff on and had some fun wearing warm springy clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I have some craft projects I'm trying to figure out, so once I get them going I'm definitely going to post stuff about them. YAY FOR CRAFTS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-2645814892361807961?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/2645814892361807961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/03/theres-world-where-i-can-go-and-tell-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/2645814892361807961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/2645814892361807961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/03/theres-world-where-i-can-go-and-tell-my.html' title='There&apos;s a world where I can go and tell my secrets to... In my room'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uPVvVR9ytOc/TXwY7rZvWbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/sJWO-6o_JxA/s72-c/spring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-5441745105711655980</id><published>2011-03-09T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T13:15:44.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten dollars short and sooo not happy about it.</title><content type='html'>Today at work it was a pretty normal day, except that I started my period and so my wretched cramps were interfering with my work. It got slow anyway though so I got sent home, yay for that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is, maybe an hour later I got a phone call from one of my managers. My drawer is ten dollars short and she wanted to know if I thought I could have made a mistake. At this point I could already feel my heart racing. 10 dollars short? ME??? Not ever. She said she would talk to Ronella and call me back. I finally got a call back about half an hour ago. They looked pretty much everywhere for the money, [they know I wouldn't have stolen it I'm pretty sure, they trust me so basically they went through the whole safe to make sure] but to no avail. So if the money is found later this evening then they will let me know and everything is fine. If not I am suspended for the remainder of this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so shaken over this whole thing, I've never stolen from work and I always double check when I'm counting change for a customer. The only thing I can imagine is I must have thought I got a twenty, and had a bout of cramps which are so painful that I end up curled up on the floor, so I hurried to get change without checking it again or something... I don't know what else it could have been, I am so sad. At least I have caring and understanding managers. Normally I'd have a full week suspension, but I'm only suspended for the rest of this work week, which is two more days [as far as I could tell by what my manager told me anyway]. I can't believe this is happening to me... I've been at McDonald's for almost a year without anything like this happening, and now such a huge mistake, it really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to wallow in my sorrow for now and take a mini nap. I have to get groceries today so... I guess I'll be okay after a little bit, but this is one of the crappiest things that's ever happened. DAMN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-5441745105711655980?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/5441745105711655980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/03/ten-dollars-short-and-sooo-not-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/5441745105711655980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/5441745105711655980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/03/ten-dollars-short-and-sooo-not-happy.html' title='Ten dollars short and sooo not happy about it.'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-921109958708528612</id><published>2011-03-05T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T15:50:27.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I. Love. Pearls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-69S5xB4261Q/TXLI6Gk_MdI/AAAAAAAAATE/dw2vplGYJgc/s1600/pearls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-69S5xB4261Q/TXLI6Gk_MdI/AAAAAAAAATE/dw2vplGYJgc/s320/pearls.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580743788789182930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really thought about it before, since I didn't used to wear rings or much jewelry up until I got some from my Grandma and found some old ones I never really wore. When I did start wearing them, I found myself looking for a ring setting for that pearl I mentioned earlier in my blog, and I am still determined to get my hands on that ring setting so I can get my ring made. Thing is, NOW I've been all over amazon and google and I am OBSESSING over pearls! I'm not talking just your basic strand of white pearls on a necklace/choker either. I'm talking bracelets, necklaces that use pearls in different ways than just the basic strand, rings rings and more rings! Pearls are totally gorgeous and an absolute gift from nature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kcEFueeZrpM/TXLJGPcpwOI/AAAAAAAAATM/-i4BsXa1noQ/s1600/black%2Band%2Bwhite%2Bpearl%2Bring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kcEFueeZrpM/TXLJGPcpwOI/AAAAAAAAATM/-i4BsXa1noQ/s320/black%2Band%2Bwhite%2Bpearl%2Bring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580743997328572642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite ring has to be this one that I found on amazon. These are freshwater pearls on a gold ring, and oh my god I would just wear this ring everywhere! It's totally gorgeous and at $115 bucks is still cheaper than the gold setting I want for my pink pearl. STUNNING. I love the mixture of the black with the white pearl, and that shade of gold in the ring is so pretty. It's just a very simple design and with those gorgeous pearls how could anyone say they didn't want this ring? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-luGp8luhmO8/TXLJ0ObZW0I/AAAAAAAAATU/RTwLA-npklY/s1600/shy-pearl-ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-luGp8luhmO8/TXLJ0ObZW0I/AAAAAAAAATU/RTwLA-npklY/s320/shy-pearl-ring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580744787328850754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another one I've been obsessing over. How cute is that? A pearl inside of two shells with little [I think] diamonds inside. Very classy, and totally gorgeous. If I could get earrings like this too I'd be all over them. Sometimes I hate how expensive things like this are. I wish I could just get a bunch of pearls for super cheap. I'm totally going to save up for a super expensive pearl SOMETHING and just get it for myself. I LOVE PEARLSSSSSS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-921109958708528612?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/921109958708528612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-love-pearls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/921109958708528612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/921109958708528612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-love-pearls.html' title='I. Love. Pearls.'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-69S5xB4261Q/TXLI6Gk_MdI/AAAAAAAAATE/dw2vplGYJgc/s72-c/pearls.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-4800604628145441396</id><published>2011-03-05T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T13:14:58.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazon Wish List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9dUsk_0MSo/TXKny-c_06I/AAAAAAAAAS8/LlNTzt8mvNs/s1600/snorlax%2Bblocking%2Bthe%2Bpath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9dUsk_0MSo/TXKny-c_06I/AAAAAAAAAS8/LlNTzt8mvNs/s320/snorlax%2Bblocking%2Bthe%2Bpath.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580707382465385378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been like, going bonkers making a wish list on Amazon, it's so fun and super easy, and then if I want something I can just add it on there, and since my birthday is coming up all I gotta do is send it to my parents and they can get me stuff from on there! WOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I have been getting over being sick and it's retardedly ridiculous. I'm freezing cold all the time, and I'm tired a lot. I slept soooo much the past two days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in recent news I've been bargain shopping quite a bit. I love the bargain store around the corner from me, and I miss having a goodwill and savers because they always had such a huge selection of stuff. It's nice to have a little money to spend again though, I have needed to get new clothes for SOOOO LONG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to walmart to pick up a couple things. When I get back I think I'll post something else along with some pictures I'm gonna take of the few things I've been making. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-4800604628145441396?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/4800604628145441396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/03/amazon-wish-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/4800604628145441396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/4800604628145441396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/03/amazon-wish-list.html' title='Amazon Wish List'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9dUsk_0MSo/TXKny-c_06I/AAAAAAAAAS8/LlNTzt8mvNs/s72-c/snorlax%2Bblocking%2Bthe%2Bpath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-7369182355331454241</id><published>2011-02-28T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T17:57:16.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DDRMAX 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HJ4aXtUvgSg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song will be the death of me. Even on Light mode it's hard as shit, you jump around like a fool because it's so fast and they have all this insane footwork. I made it to the end and failed on the very last beat though. SADDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But holy crap I just spent like an hour and a half playing DDR and I am seriously disgusting. I think this will totally help me shed a few extra pounds, and maybe it'll get my heart in better shape so I can like start light jogging or something. I'd still rather get a bike than run, but right now I don't have a bike so OH WELLLLLL. DDR is like one of the best things to ever hit video games. If only the full metal pads weren't so expensive! DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm gonna be kickin the DDR route for awhile, see if it can't help me drop a few pounds so that this summer I can get a new bikini and not feel like I have to worry about muffin top or any of that. Maybe I'll even get lucky and find myself one of those one piece bikini things that like, is a bikini with a strip of cloth connecting the top and bottom parts in the front. Those are super cute, and a yellow one would totally make my day. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've been doing mass school work and working at McDonalds which sadly is still the crappiest job on the planet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY I'm off to take a shower because like I said I'm totally gross from DDR sweattttinnggggggg. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-7369182355331454241?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/7369182355331454241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/02/ddrmax-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7369182355331454241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7369182355331454241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/02/ddrmax-2.html' title='DDRMAX 2!'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HJ4aXtUvgSg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-7355792071527167050</id><published>2011-02-15T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T18:15:49.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm anemic. Whoopieeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.friendsoffatimid.org/userimages/RedBloodCells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 257px;" src="http://www.friendsoffatimid.org/userimages/RedBloodCells.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really whoopiee, I'm kinda not happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I don't produce enough red blood cells. I need to eat more dark leafy green vegetables [like spinach which I luckily like], and more proteins like chicken and beef. Symptoms that I've been having that are symptoms of anemia - Headaches, dizziness, and FATIGUEEEEE lol I am always soooo tired! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anemia... great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-7355792071527167050?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/7355792071527167050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-anemic-whoopieeee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7355792071527167050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7355792071527167050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-anemic-whoopieeee.html' title='I&apos;m anemic. Whoopieeee'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-6761282251418545181</id><published>2011-02-13T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T11:02:49.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I found a way to enjoy cleaning!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, for me anyway lol, I would think it would be different for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AIM5N8rNg1Q/TVgpculeDdI/AAAAAAAAASs/NCtcta4yJPA/s1600/summer%2Breading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AIM5N8rNg1Q/TVgpculeDdI/AAAAAAAAASs/NCtcta4yJPA/s400/summer%2Breading.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573250112389254610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my Windows Media Player I have a set of songs in a playlist labeled "Summer Songs". These include Sheryl Crow, The Beach Boys, The First Class, Celtic Woman, and a few others. I find that not only do these songs make me happy just listening to them, but that when I play them I have more energy and as I sing along I distract myself while I clean! I did the dishes this morning and it amazed me how little I absolutely hated doing them, which is odd because I loathe and despise dishes. THEN I cleaned the rest of the house too! Organized the living room, wiped all the counters, I couldn't believe it! Usually I would prefer to throw every dish on the ground and toss everything underneath something or in a cabinet so it just looked clean. I had a fun morning cleaning my apartment though. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.infobarrel.com/media/image/9908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://www.infobarrel.com/media/image/9908.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, it is warming up and I am hoping that it just keeps getting warmer the next couple weeks. I miss the warm weather so much. Winter kind of makes me depressed in a sort of "I don't wanna do anything" kind of way. I think even though I love the rain and I always wanted to have seasons, and that was why I hated Vegas so much, that I would prefer to live somewhere warm that did not get too cold in the winter. Frankly, I want to live in Southern California near the beach, which of course is one of the most expensive areas to live in. I'd settle for mid Cali, and even an hour drive away from the beach, but somewhere near the ocean and somewhere pretty warm. I like wearing shorts and tank tops and sandals. Winter clothes are just not as suiting to me and I have a harder time finding winter clothes that I actually like. If Hawaii wasn't so expensive to live in I'd say that was where I wanted to live. I love the beach, I love the sun, and I love warm weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR SUMMER! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-6761282251418545181?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/6761282251418545181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-found-way-to-enjoy-cleaning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/6761282251418545181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/6761282251418545181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-found-way-to-enjoy-cleaning.html' title='I found a way to enjoy cleaning!!!'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AIM5N8rNg1Q/TVgpculeDdI/AAAAAAAAASs/NCtcta4yJPA/s72-c/summer%2Breading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-5574149194568229131</id><published>2011-02-06T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T11:39:49.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick a Pearl</title><content type='html'>When I went to Hawaii there was a stand in the little shopping center. They were offering pearls for extremely cheap prices, although you technically were supposed to buy a setting for it as well, all the settings are real gold and so are extremely expensive. I think I payed like 5 bucks to crack open my own oyster and I ended up with what they call a pink or peach colored pearl. Sometimes it looks pink, but most of the time it has a peachy yellow pink color and it's super pretty. I wish I had had the money to get a setting, and I wish I even had the money now to buy one, because the website for the specific pick a pearl group sells the settings on their own. The ring I want is sooo gorgeous, but the setting itself is $515 dollars. DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the picture from the website of how my color pearl would look on a 15k gold ring setting, the specific one that I really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TU7wqFl2ziI/AAAAAAAAASc/1n5Zkq3cDtQ/s1600/gold%2Bflower%2Bpearl%2Bsetting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 326px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TU7wqFl2ziI/AAAAAAAAASc/1n5Zkq3cDtQ/s400/gold%2Bflower%2Bpearl%2Bsetting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570654394950012450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was a little cheaper though. There are other settings I want too, and I don't know if it costs a lot extra to buy the pearl as well but I'm pretty sure it would be. Maybe eventually I can own a set of jewelry with the peach pearls in gold settings to match, you know, when I'm filthy rich LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news it's exhaustion time again! With my full time job and school back in session I spend my mornings working and my evenings either in class or doing classwork. It's very definite that I am ready for summer, I can't wait for a long long break from classes. I will have to re-apply for my FAFSA soon too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TU734bYsv0I/AAAAAAAAASk/liMPkG3Gq-4/s1600/surfboards%2Bhawaii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TU734bYsv0I/AAAAAAAAASk/liMPkG3Gq-4/s320/surfboards%2Bhawaii.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570662337899970370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I've been really thinking about learning to surf, and also learning to wind surf! I've been wanting to for a long time, and I know it will even still be a long time before I can, but damn it seems so fun and I would LOVE to learn how. I will have to get into better shape though. Maybe jogging would be a good idea when the weather starts to get warm again, get my heart working and my muscles moving so that when I actually get the chance to learn I am in shape to do well haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly I'm kinda bored, not sure what to do with most of my time, and I sit around watching Bones or looking at nothing in particular on the computer, as well as playing Animal Crossing City Folk or one of my Zelda games. I have Latin homework to do tonight, but I'll probably wait until much later to do it and just waste my time doing nothing in particular instead lol. I wish my friends were out here so we could hang out :P OHHHH WELLLL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-5574149194568229131?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/5574149194568229131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/02/pick-pearl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/5574149194568229131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/5574149194568229131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/02/pick-pearl.html' title='Pick a Pearl'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TU7wqFl2ziI/AAAAAAAAASc/1n5Zkq3cDtQ/s72-c/gold%2Bflower%2Bpearl%2Bsetting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-1137054489307018943</id><published>2011-01-30T12:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T12:59:47.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latin is amazing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.concurringopinions.com/archives/Rome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 505px; height: 334px;" src="http://www.concurringopinions.com/archives/Rome.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omnes homines dignitate et iure liberi et pares nascuntur, rationis et conscientiae participes sunt, quibus inter se concordiae studio est agendum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard this saying as part of an assignment for my online latin class. It means, "All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights. They are endowed with reason and conscience and should act towards one another in a spirit of brotherhood." I love that, and in Latin it sounds so beautiful. Maybe I'll continue Latin through school, what a surprise this ended up being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-1137054489307018943?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/1137054489307018943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/01/latin-is-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/1137054489307018943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/1137054489307018943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/01/latin-is-amazing.html' title='Latin is amazing.'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-5915462307490624867</id><published>2011-01-23T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T15:11:10.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiona Belli IRL</title><content type='html'>Pretty much. Lina and Brina know my obsession and now I finally have shoes SO without further ado my pictures today -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TTy1AcCKm2I/AAAAAAAAASA/SaLDzFC_K6o/s1600/IMG_1176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TTy1AcCKm2I/AAAAAAAAASA/SaLDzFC_K6o/s320/IMG_1176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565522258652994402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TTy1QWOyHpI/AAAAAAAAASQ/wWx0xTsDbyM/s1600/IMG_1177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TTy1QWOyHpI/AAAAAAAAASQ/wWx0xTsDbyM/s320/IMG_1177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565522531973209746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TTy1KEY5LZI/AAAAAAAAASI/puIe7N62fXk/s1600/IMG_1179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TTy1KEY5LZI/AAAAAAAAASI/puIe7N62fXk/s320/IMG_1179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565522424104562066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously not a full on cosplay, just me playing around. I put on the clothes I own that are the closest to how she would look and with my choker and earrings set up the whole outfit. WOOOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-5915462307490624867?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/5915462307490624867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/01/fiona-belli-irl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/5915462307490624867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/5915462307490624867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/01/fiona-belli-irl.html' title='Fiona Belli IRL'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TTy1AcCKm2I/AAAAAAAAASA/SaLDzFC_K6o/s72-c/IMG_1176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-1794997582029970239</id><published>2011-01-19T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T09:40:41.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CITY FOLK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TTch_ek__vI/AAAAAAAAAR4/1u2-RwlQbKs/s1600/city%2Bfolk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TTch_ek__vI/AAAAAAAAAR4/1u2-RwlQbKs/s320/city%2Bfolk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563953239063265010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LINA you will be sooo happy to know that Rover is BACK in City Folk. I got the game about two days ago and have not stopped playing. I'm almost done with my second mortgage and have already caught a number of fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that suck that I read about - If you don't play for a long time you get "bedhead" which is like this fucked up hair that you can only fix by paying 3000 bells at the salon to have your hair redone. I can't seem to figure out the timing for catching killer bees and it's fucking gay they are super fast in this one. If you run too much on the same areas of grass you RUIN your grass and it becomes dirt, which is more realistic but still fucking GAY so I walk like everywhere. You cannot visit your Wii town from your DS town. GAY GAY GAY. I think those were the only things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that are fucking awesome - You still live in a normal town, but at the bus stop you go and take the bus and you can visit the city which contains the hair salon, the HRA which Lyle now runs lol, Red's store, this shoe shine guy who CHANGES THE COLOR OF YOUR SHOES YESSSSSS, an auction house which has set dates for auctions but is still an awesome idea, and last a massive furniture/clothing store that holds really high end shit so like, it's way more expensive than Nook but the stuff is really cool. There are random animals running around the city so you can always talk to other characters besides your town folk even though they don't say as much or ask you for favors. The houses are not all in the same spot this time. It's similar to the GC in that if you have 4 characters they live in 4 different houses, but the houses are in different places around the town, so I picked the one right by the beach. :3  Clothing designs you pay for are called the pro designs and you can separately design the front, back, and both sleeves individually. So if you wanted each piece to be a different color it could totally be a 4 color random fucking shirt. I remade my Fiona dress from the DS version so the back and sleeves are different and FUCK IT IS AWESOME. I'll take a picture later to show it is super cool. I need ideas to make other clothes now too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else, it is seriously amazingly fun though, and I wish you guys had a Wii Lina because we could add each others friend codes and play via WIFI!!!!! SUPER FUN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-1794997582029970239?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/1794997582029970239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/01/city-folk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/1794997582029970239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/1794997582029970239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/01/city-folk.html' title='CITY FOLK'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TTch_ek__vI/AAAAAAAAAR4/1u2-RwlQbKs/s72-c/city%2Bfolk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-8257320950493279047</id><published>2011-01-11T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T12:04:34.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As soon as I saw that clip I knew lol</title><content type='html'>DARN YOU AND YOUR CREEPY ASS OUTER SPACE MOVIE!&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I got chills from the first 30 seconds. He was just floating there.... and floating and floating and then they were floating really fucking fast but that's what freaks me out, it's not like buoyancy is present to make them float, there isn't a substance around them it's just lack of gravity from the NOTHINGNESS that makes up space!!!! =w=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TSy1WZ3tQvI/AAAAAAAAARI/iaqC3HJk7Zk/s1600/IMG_1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TSy1WZ3tQvI/AAAAAAAAARI/iaqC3HJk7Zk/s320/IMG_1120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561019036402008818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway I got a new book that I've been reading and it's super cool. Since Butte doesn't offer any marine bio classes I figured I'd get a head start and teach myself some of the stuff I know I'll be learning, that way when I take classes at a university it should be a lot of review and retaining information will be easier that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is, Ocean The World's Last Wilderness Revealed from the American Museum of Natural History. I look ridiculous because I just got back from work, sent home early AGAIN fuck me, and when you take your hair out of a ponytail that was pulled strait back your hair tends to look retarded. BUT I wanted a picture with me in it instead of just googling a picture of the book like I normally would have. I still need to get pictures with my Wii and Magic Bullet. Buttt I am freakin obsessed with this book and so far it's a good read, and a good pair with my Marine Biology Coloring Book. So hopefully I'll be a total master and then when I get through and get my degree I will be awesome and go BACK to school to get my PHD, if I can, in Marine Bio so that I'll be more known for knowing my shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think that's it for today. I think I'll finally take more pictures for the blog and just for my own records, I have a camera but I never freakin use it, stupid right? So this year I'm going to try and take more pictures to remember everything by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - LINA WHEN THE HELL ARE YOU ON MSN I HAVE WANTED TO CHAT WITH YOU FOR AGES NOW AND WE NEVER CATCH EACH OTHER WTFFFFFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TSy3wesi_YI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OP9T8TzYQD0/s1600/IMG_1110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TSy3wesi_YI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OP9T8TzYQD0/s200/IMG_1110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561021683397229954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-8257320950493279047?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/8257320950493279047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-soon-as-i-saw-that-clip-i-knew-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/8257320950493279047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/8257320950493279047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-soon-as-i-saw-that-clip-i-knew-lol.html' title='As soon as I saw that clip I knew lol'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TSy1WZ3tQvI/AAAAAAAAARI/iaqC3HJk7Zk/s72-c/IMG_1120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-621350056080149204</id><published>2011-01-09T18:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T20:05:58.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Space awakened a dormant fear inside of me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/image/0503/freeflyer_nasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/image/0503/freeflyer_nasa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup... sorry Lina pretty sure you like outer space but... I really am like deathly afraid of it. Cristian bought Dead Space which looked pretty cool, and then he started playing... and I pretty much shit bricks as soon as the cutscenes started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK OPEN SPACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate watching him play it. I hate the alien things that sprout arms and run at you like crazy bitches. I hate whenever it shows a scene from outside the ship that is just open black nothingness. I hate it all. It makes my heart race and my stomach ache, and I hate how afraid I am but damn I can't help it. I just am deathly afraid of outer space. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I was getting worried Lina because there was no package I was going to like call you and see if you had gotten an email or anything lmfao. Glad it is with you though, because I really don't trust US mail like over half the time. They lose so much stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also beat Endless Ocean Blue World, and now I'm playing Endless Ocean before I work on a full run of Blue World. I want to discover all the creatures and dig up like as much of the treasure as I can find. I nerd rage every time I start talking about that game it's so amazing it's like I am diving and studying and there is an option to take photos so I have taken like a billion pictures already which btw I can upload to an SD card and upload to my computer. HELLLLLL YEAAAHHHHH lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for school again and I CAN NOT FUCKING WAIT FOR SPRING/SUMMER. I never realized how much I love warm weather until this winter. I froze my ass off and although I LOVE the fog and the rain, I do not like the wind which has plagued me for ages and driven me absolutely bonkers. I can't wear proper outfits/clothing because it's so cold I have to layer like 20 things and wear a jacket over it all so I don't freeze my ass off. When it's this cold and it doesn't snow it's not worth being cold and it just ruins my life lol. PLEASE GET HERE SOON SHORTS AND TANK TOP WEATHER I MISS AND LOVE YOU DEARLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-621350056080149204?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/621350056080149204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/01/dead-space-awakened-dormant-fear-inside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/621350056080149204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/621350056080149204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/01/dead-space-awakened-dormant-fear-inside.html' title='Dead Space awakened a dormant fear inside of me...'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-2358344057853104830</id><published>2011-01-01T09:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T10:53:39.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot! Thank you Lina!</title><content type='html'>I almost forgot I was going to try and sum up my years every new year, so here I go... this should be interesting because I don't really remember a ton...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January- Wow the only thing I really remember is that I was still working at the Teriyaki House. It wasn't a very good January, and mostly just made me bored out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February- Valentines Day we saw a movie.... AVATAR!!! I remembered!!! It was still in theaters and the theater was so full we barely got seats, saw it in 3D and totally fell in love. Went with our Friends Jasey and Brent and had a total blast. I think we also saw Shutter Island this month. It was really good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March- Birthday month. Brina came to visit me and it was totally badass, We played Haunting Ground and Tomb Raider and joked around and it was fucking hillarious. Cristian got me a ring for my birthday and it was really awesome. Dawn Brancheau the orca trainer at Sea World in Florida was killed by Tillikum and that raised all new controversy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April- Blogging dropped off the face of the planet. I quit my wretched job at the Teriyaki House and got hired at McDonald's, which is still shit but not as bad as my last job. Get two days off a week instead of only one now. Overall a good month because I got the fuck away from the BITCHIEST MANAGER EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May- Started setting up going back to school, but didn't do much about it. Video games and lots of wasted time, I wasn't blogging, and I don't know wtf I WAS doing, probably wasting my time playing some video games and maybe reading I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June- I missed Lina's Graduation, which I was pissed and really sad about. Cristian got laid off from the Teriyaki House after a huge retarded incident where she treated him like crap. I think I quit playing WoW right around this time as it got really old and I was doing like nothing in the game. Freakishly poor because unfortunately Cristian's getting laid off meant I was left the only one paying bills plus all the food and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July- Grandma started helping me with some money, don't remember if it was this month but this is where I'm putting it. She really helped us make a difference. Finally called and set up orientation for school, but there was almost none left so I went to the one the week before school was starting. Shit classes were left and I ended up taking Health, Nutrition, Conversational Italian, and English 2 which is the only good class I got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August- School started. I started blogging again and redesigned my layout like ten times. Lina and I started getting back in touch via the blogs and then over MSN again and it was awesome. Got pretty down for awhile, and didn't know what to do with myself. Posted about my Trichotillomania and it has helped a little but not all that much and I still want to quit. Weird mall dream with Lina and Brina where Claire wanted to kill me.... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September- Chicken pizza, floppy sun hat and other clothing ideas, ramen noodles and my new white dress that is super cute and I love it. Dissection of my closet, Lina and I sharing new clothing pictures basically. Got really sick and my manager made a big fuss about not being able to leave work when she is sick because I asked to leave early due to the fact that I was throwing up. WTF bitch much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October- Found out that Berries n' Cream Dr. Pepper was really discontinued which made me hella sad. Domo hat, webcam picture of one of my new outfits with tights, rain rain and more rain, "I can't control where or when I fart" with a crying picture Lina said was probably from some farting Hentai, lolwut. Shitty customers in the drive through. Halloween party which was really really fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November- The Breeder's Cup on TV. 30 day blog challenge which was really quite fun and super enjoyable with lots of pictures and random shit. Long ass papers like 14 pages long for school, and finishing up last minute reports and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December- Finished up the blog challenge. David Bowie in the Labyrinth. Crazy 6th sense lady in the drive through. School finals which went really well. Signed up for new classes and had to go to the school because of their retarded 7 days to pay policy and the fact that my grant doesn't come in until school has already started. Mom, Grandma, Lindsey and Lindsey's new girlfriend Christiana came to visit for Christmas. It was friggin awesome. I got a Magic Bullet, a Wii, and a bunch of other awesome stuff. Jasey made me a chain charm bracelet with little ocean charms like a seahorse and a starfish and stuff, it's super cute. Got Legend of the Guardians on BluRay and also the game for the PS3 which is really really awesome, I love getting to be an owl, fucking cool. Got the new Lara Croft game and Brina and I get to play together it's super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things I did but forgot when I did them:&lt;br /&gt;Saw Legend of the Guardians. AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;Got Left 4 Dead and Left 4 Dead 2 on Steam, finally added Brina and we got to play them together which is like amazingly fun as shit.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the bargain store a million times and got lots of new clothes and stuff from it. Friggin awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Got rid of other old clothes that either don't fit or that I can't stand because they look weird on me. &lt;br /&gt;Played Zelda Ocarina of Time for the first actual time through because I was afraid of it when I was younger. Got totally hooked and now I have half of all the games ever made and a T-shirt. My collection will expand because I want to get all sorts of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Domo hat, I could look up the month I got it but I don't fell like it, so yes, I got a fucking awesome Domo hat that my dad ordered for me and it's fucking awesome and super warm.&lt;br /&gt;Watched DragonBallZ and Bones like crazy this year. &lt;br /&gt;New horse movies added to my collection, and lots of other movies too.&lt;br /&gt;Reading Dracula, the novel from Bram Stoker. The language is amazing and the novel is enthralling. awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure tons of other stuff happened that I really can't remember right now, but overall it was an okay year. Besides of course spending the last 6 months with only one of us working and paying bills which can be extremely difficult. Other than that, it's cold, I want it to be summer again so I can wear my warm weather clothes and not freeze every time I walk outside. We're going to really try and go to the beach this year, although if Cristian can't find a job it's going to be difficult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this year brings many many good things and makes life easier for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-2358344057853104830?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/2358344057853104830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-forgot-thank-you-lina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/2358344057853104830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/2358344057853104830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-forgot-thank-you-lina.html' title='I forgot! Thank you Lina!'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-6535239146295636557</id><published>2010-12-31T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:33:07.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last of 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TR7awQJlXmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/QBcRTuZWpXI/s1600/Last%2Bof%2B2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TR7awQJlXmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/QBcRTuZWpXI/s320/Last%2Bof%2B2010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557119512725511778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was filled with awesomeness, and it was filled with plenty of fail as well. Mostly I am excited for a new year though. For once in ages I wanted nothing more than to think of some "resolutions" for the new year to try and bring next year to life.&lt;br /&gt;So, here is a sort of list I kind of made up in my head through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Give up fast food. This only excludes Subway and Chipotle so far. Pretty much what is included for sure though is Taco Bell [my favorite... gonna be tough but I really shouldn't eat it], McDonald's [I work there, I shouldn't be eating it like I do even if I do get a discount], Carl's Junior, Jack in the Box, Burger King [even though I never eat it anyway because it's gross, this is just for emphasis]. Pretty much it includes the fast food chains that have drive throughs and are semi-similar to McDonald's type food. I'm just done. I've gained enough weight from it, I spend too much money on it, and it has been making me feel so sick lately. The hard part, when I feel too lazy to cook or do anything like that what will I do when Chipotle and Subway get old? Well, I'll have to just make something at home anyway lol. I am just finished with greasy fatty fast food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Teach myself more about the Ocean. My college may be total shit and not let me use my grant money to pay for my schooling properly because of their retarded 7 days to pay policy, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't still be learning. I just bought an educational Ocean book and I want to read it all the way through. I'm thinking of even compiling my own sort of encyclopedia of marine species that maybe one day I'll have large enough with all my sources to publish it, wouldn't that be neat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Get out of Chico. Cristian is thinking of joining the Air Force or the Army and hopefully that will help pay for schooling down the line too. I'm ready to be out of Chico, maybe somewhere more south of where I am and closer to the ocean. I want to study all I can of the ocean until that point though. It is my life, and hopefully down the line it will become that job, the perfect career, so that I don't have to hate waking up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. This one is very hard, as I've tried to give it, or rather them, up many times before but I still include this so that I try to remember more and hopefully help myself really stop. I don't want to bite my nails anymore, and I also want to end my eyelash pulling habit. I know I can do it, even if it takes a very very long time, and I want to quit so... I will just keep trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. [Last but not least!] Catch up on my reading. I have a large collection of amazing books sitting on my shelves, and that's not okay. Books were made to be read, and that is what I need to do. I love reading, and I want to catch up on everything I've been leaving behind in my books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is to the new year! Let's hope it brings better things than the last year did. &lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-6535239146295636557?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/6535239146295636557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-of-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/6535239146295636557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/6535239146295636557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-of-2010.html' title='The last of 2010'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TR7awQJlXmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/QBcRTuZWpXI/s72-c/Last%2Bof%2B2010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-6052997895590237557</id><published>2010-12-27T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T19:48:53.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>This year was totally amazing. I got to see my family, which meant the world to me. I will put pictures later because I'm too lazy to bother with uploading them right now. ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was quite a large Christmas. I got lots of presents and I'm super excited to share what I got. I will put pictures of my own actual items later, but for effect I will post images of the main two items I did get for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, something I've always wanted to have ever since I first saw it on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TRlZ5XOHMvI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xp8pd-g0il4/s1600/magic%2Bbullet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TRlZ5XOHMvI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xp8pd-g0il4/s400/magic%2Bbullet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555570457358840562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MAGIC BULLLEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I got a magic bullet. BTW, it's totally amazing. I'm going to make like everything in the little booklet that it came with. I am so freakin excited. Now when I see the infomercial I don't have to dream anymore!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly something I've been wanting for such a long time and something that I can play with sooo many people because I can connect it to the internet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TRlakK41SmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xTveiVkHMbU/s1600/red%2Bwii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TRlakK41SmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xTveiVkHMbU/s400/red%2Bwii.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555571192782735970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Wii!!! And yes, I got the special edition red one which looks really stinkin awesome in my living room and Super Mario Bros is insanely fun.&lt;br /&gt;I also bought with some of my money Super Smash Bros Brawl which is also totally epic, you can be ZELDA!!! YES AAANNNNDDD let's not forget my just about favorite game of them all that I have wanted since before I wanted a Wii [lololol] which is Endless Ocean: Blue World, and yes, it is absolutely fun. I have already encountered a humpback whale baby and I had to find it's mother, and then a tiger shark, soon followed by a GREAT WHITE WOOOOAAAHHHHHH. You have to use this shock gun thing to "calm it down" so it won't attack you lol. But you have free reign of the ocean area that you are around, as long as your oxygen tank doesn't run out. Hopefully there will be upgrades for that so I can dive for longer. [I can't wait for the deep sea part xD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got, for the gamecube, Zelda Wind Waker, Zelda Twilight Princess, and the Zelda four game collector's edition disk that has the original Legend of Zelda game, Zelda II The Adventure of Link, Ocarina of Time [which I already have on the Master Quest disk set but who the hell cares] AND Majora's Mask. Frankly the only Zelda games I have left to get are A Link to the Past [which I don't have a super nintendo for sadly], Link's Awakening [GB color], Oracle of Seasons and Oracle of Ages [both for the GB color as well], Minish Cap [GB Advanced], Spirit Tracks, and SKYWARD SWORD WHICH I CAN'T WAIT FOR!!!! So... I have half of all the titles in existence... actually I have 7 of 13 currently available until Skyward Sword comes out. I also got a badass T-shirt to commemorate this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TRldT8vLnwI/AAAAAAAAAQA/r6OnU4GIXIY/s1600/triforce%2Btshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TRldT8vLnwI/AAAAAAAAAQA/r6OnU4GIXIY/s400/triforce%2Btshirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555574212641136386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may go back to Hot Topic for the sweater with Link on it as well. Freakin awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'd say I made off like a bandit this year. My grandma always spends wayyyy too much money on me, but she always says that as long as I'm gonna use it and take care of it which she knows I will [her words not mine she always trusts me I take good care of my shit] that it is totally worth buying and she doesn't want to hear another word about it. Also she says "Don't you even dare try paying me back either because I won't take it." My grandma is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup so that was pretty much my Christmas. I'll get some pictures on here when I am feeling less on the lazy side. Until then, I'll be on my new Wii XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-6052997895590237557?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/6052997895590237557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/6052997895590237557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/6052997895590237557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TRlZ5XOHMvI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xp8pd-g0il4/s72-c/magic%2Bbullet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-1480667203917061841</id><published>2010-12-20T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T14:47:42.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I wonder...</title><content type='html'>I get THE weirdest people ever in my drive through. Seriously, about a week ago I was working in the window taking money, [for once I didn't have to take orders and cash at the same time] and the person taking orders was very aggravated with one of the customers orders. When the woman finally finished she pulled up to my window to pay. Then... she told me, now this is as close as I can remember it but.... she said "I guess you could tell I had some help choosing what I wanted. I have the sixth sense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my reaction-&lt;br /&gt;o_o&lt;br /&gt;................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TQ_cp30JrcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/O-5L7Up6ZfM/s1600/wtf%2Bface.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TQ_cp30JrcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/O-5L7Up6ZfM/s400/wtf%2Bface.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552899477486546370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? The sixth sense now? So you had some ghosts helping you out to take your order and tell you what you wanted to eat? REALLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman did not even crack a smile. Not a smirk, not nothing, there was no reaction but that absolute serious strait face she had the entire time. WHAT ARE PEOPLE SMOKING THESE DAYS JESUS REALLY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy right after her came up to the window handed me his money and proceeded to scream "PICK UP THE FUCKING PHONE" into his cellular device, with a very very very angry tone. And the rest of the day pretty much stayed right around that same tone..... God help me this job is just SOMETHING ELSE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-1480667203917061841?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/1480667203917061841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes-i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/1480667203917061841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/1480667203917061841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes-i-wonder.html' title='Sometimes I wonder...'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TQ_cp30JrcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/O-5L7Up6ZfM/s72-c/wtf%2Bface.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-3751198082095302791</id><published>2010-12-12T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T16:58:28.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am secretly in love with David Bowie</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CwVqOs3Aess?fs=1" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song was written for the movie "The Labyrinth" and I love it. David Bowie in that movie is so amazingly sexy even when he's wearing tights that show you almost every detail of his crotch and with his hair like, teased and stuff. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TQVvJW55ApI/AAAAAAAAAPc/HFYIn0fhFtE/s1600/Jareth%2Bgoblin%2Bking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TQVvJW55ApI/AAAAAAAAAPc/HFYIn0fhFtE/s400/Jareth%2Bgoblin%2Bking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549964322361901714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DROOOOLLLL  XD&lt;br /&gt; If you've seen the movie and you watch this music video you catch all the little extras they throw into his music video that were from the movie, like the coral eyeball plant things lol.&lt;br /&gt;Just watched it yesterday because I was in the mood to drool over David Bowie in one of the greatest movies of all time. Hahahaha. GOOOOD TIMES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-3751198082095302791?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/3751198082095302791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-secretly-in-love-with-david-bowie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/3751198082095302791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/3751198082095302791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-secretly-in-love-with-david-bowie.html' title='I am secretly in love with David Bowie'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CwVqOs3Aess/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-9085077183621231977</id><published>2010-12-10T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T19:29:04.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 30 finallyyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TQLv8YGWX1I/AAAAAAAAAPU/500T8XIAEiE/s1600/Invisibility.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TQLv8YGWX1I/AAAAAAAAAPU/500T8XIAEiE/s400/Invisibility.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549261511414144850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is just another whatever tickles your fancy day I suppose I'll just talk for a bit. Overall this was pretty fun, definitely got me back into blogging a little more hardcore, and gave me some things to post about seeing as I often don't know what to post. Before I start my Zelda one I'm going to take a little time off [lol like you Lina] so that I can make some other posts and not interrupt my next 30 day challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina, lol, I neverrrr meant to depress you XD and don't feel like yours is bad, it's got a lot of great stuff on it, I've just been building mine up for like over 5 years now. I like all the art type goals you have like the giant painting of General Grievous and learning to flash animate. If you ever check anything off you should tell me, and then explain every detail of it to me lol. It'll be fun!&lt;br /&gt;[I have to get your watch in the mail lol hopefully it'll be there this month, I'm terrible about mailing shit damnit :P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for other things, I've been making necklaces/bracelets for my fambly, my mom, grandma, and little sister are coming to visit me for Christmas and I'm super excited to see them. Got my first Christmas present in the mail today from my dad and wrapped it up. It's under my tree :3&lt;br /&gt;Also I wish I had like a million dollars because there are a shit load of games/clothes/jewelry/makeup/SHOESSSS that I really want to get my hands on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my sister is turning 18 tomorrow, Brina is going to be 18 on the 15th, and Lina will be 19 on the 27th I feel super old. I'm turning TWENTY in march. Yes, 20. The first year of no longer being in the "teen" numbers. TWEEEENNNNNNTTYYYYYYYYYY. It sounds weird when you say it a lot, and it looks funny when you type it out in words instead of numbers lol. Yup. 20 years old in March. Maybe a magical unicorn will come down and shoot rainbows at me while gold falls from the sky and fairies throw sparkle dust on me signaling my adulthood. Or maybe it'll be a random birthday that only my closest friends and family actually remember and I'll get a couple gifts and that will be that. WHO KNOWS, I'd give it a fifty fifty shot. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may make some cranes tomorrow, start working on 1000... although I'll probably only make like 5 tops because they are obnoxious to fold and one can only take so much folding. I might make more stars tomorrow too if I get annoyed with cranes. I feel in a crafty kind of mood. I will say one thing though, Lina you should totally get on MSN so we can do some more bashing and Brina really needs to reinstall MSN so we can chat a shit load too. lol. It's going to be a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-9085077183621231977?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/9085077183621231977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-30-finallyyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/9085077183621231977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/9085077183621231977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-30-finallyyyy.html' title='Day 30 finallyyyy'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TQLv8YGWX1I/AAAAAAAAAPU/500T8XIAEiE/s72-c/Invisibility.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-6960937367462061338</id><published>2010-12-09T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T14:45:32.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29</title><content type='html'>Hopes, dreams, and plans, only 365 days? FUCK NO&lt;br /&gt;I'll post what I have on my bucket list so far instead. My overall hopes, dreams, and plans for my lifetime. So here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[the ones with X's by I've done already]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch a brain [X]&lt;br /&gt;Swim with a blue whale&lt;br /&gt;Cage dive with sharks&lt;br /&gt;Ride a horse on the beach [X]&lt;br /&gt;Travel the World&lt;br /&gt;Fully learn a second language&lt;br /&gt;Have 100 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;Learn to write in shorthand&lt;br /&gt;Take Grandma to see/hold/touch Owls&lt;br /&gt;Read 5000 books&lt;br /&gt;Read 10000 books&lt;br /&gt;Make 1000 paper cranes&lt;br /&gt;Get a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;Go to a concert&lt;br /&gt;Learn to read hieroglyphs&lt;br /&gt;Go deep sea diving&lt;br /&gt;Have a fresh vegetable and fruit garden&lt;br /&gt;Own an underwater photography/video camera&lt;br /&gt;Raise and train a horse&lt;br /&gt;Discover a new marine species&lt;br /&gt;Be a regular donor for a wildlife preservation&lt;br /&gt;Meet someone famous&lt;br /&gt;Learn to surf&lt;br /&gt;Get a scuba license&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all the stuff I have now, but I hope to continue working on it and come up with stuff that I want to do in my lifetime. Goals are what drive me to do well in everything that I try, so I am always thinking about things like this and they are very important to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-6960937367462061338?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/6960937367462061338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/6960937367462061338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/6960937367462061338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-29.html' title='Day 29'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-5468470948636215761</id><published>2010-12-08T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T17:01:57.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 25 through 28</title><content type='html'>I told myself from the get-go that I would not actually do these, as summing up the year in detail is what I started last year for a New Year's Eve thing, and no way I'm doing it with the new year around the corner, so I thought I'd put 4 random pictures that sum up.... me? I don't know lol so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TQAdKfMyJnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/lejvgHQrQ4g/s1600/cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TQAdKfMyJnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/lejvgHQrQ4g/s320/cute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548466806931465842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love whales, enough said? Haha. Plainly put the ocean is my life, and I will do everything possible to make it part of my life for the REST of my life. One day I'll be a marine biologist. I'm torn with exactly what I'll do, I'd like to stick with cetaceans and spend my life researching all the different species, but I know I want to do some deep sea exploration, as well as research coral reefs for a time. Maybe once I've accomplished that I can spend the remainder of my life photographing marine life and sharing the ocean I love with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TQAeCvFtnwI/AAAAAAAAAO8/K5Di1LdAQI4/s1600/IMG_0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TQAeCvFtnwI/AAAAAAAAAO8/K5Di1LdAQI4/s320/IMG_0692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548467773269450498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my video games, oh how I love video games. I was playing Zelda Ocarina of Time in this, with my computer close at hand, I was talking to a few friends as I went along. So much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TQAe5rjGhQI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JIOORDrGfXU/s1600/lost%2Bin%2Bbooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TQAe5rjGhQI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JIOORDrGfXU/s320/lost%2Bin%2Bbooks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548468717211780354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books books books, if I had enough time in a lifetime to read them all I would do it. I love reading it's incredibly fun and engaging. I love being able to "travel" to another place and not have to actually leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TQAp0mtGj8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/7VkuU1GOG5M/s1600/adventure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TQAp0mtGj8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/7VkuU1GOG5M/s320/adventure.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548480724640108482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I put a mountain climber picture. This represents the adventure in my heart. I hope to one day travel the world, like many people wish to do, and see lots of strange exotic places and things. I'll buy one decorative item from everywhere I go that will stay in my home for years to come, and that will always be my reminder to keep adventure alive in my life. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-5468470948636215761?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/5468470948636215761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/12/days-25-through-28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/5468470948636215761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/5468470948636215761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/12/days-25-through-28.html' title='Days 25 through 28'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TQAdKfMyJnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/lejvgHQrQ4g/s72-c/cute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-3577892898793792110</id><published>2010-12-04T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T11:43:53.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24</title><content type='html'>Whatever tickles my fancy again! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TPqZ3eQd1xI/AAAAAAAAAOs/MFBrBOhFzjA/s1600/silent%2Bhill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TPqZ3eQd1xI/AAAAAAAAAOs/MFBrBOhFzjA/s400/silent%2Bhill.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546915069354170130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously honestly considering buying the Silent Hill game series. One problem is I don't know where my PS1 is at the moment, so I can't play the first one, but I have the other systems I need to play all the other games. For the longest time Silent Hill has scared the living daylights out of me, and it still does. Anytime I even watch someone play I get scared shitless and make weird half screaming noises, so I can't imagine playing most of the time... BUT - I am stuck in a gaming rut right now and have run out of games that I want to buy besides like Zelda games and Legend of the Guardians. No one seems to want to make open world style adventure/puzzle games anymore, and it's hard to come across a good NEW game that is the specific style that I like. So now I am on a quest. I am bound and determined to buy at least one of the games, and play through it even if it scares the shit out of me. It has puzzles, adventure in a mostly open world, and zombies [in some way or another they are zombie-like enemies anyway] and so hopefully since I've recently started playing Left 4 Dead and shooting zombies trying to work on my nerves anyway I can get these games and try fucking hard to chill the fuck out when I play and be able to enjoy such a popular game. I will admit though, the idea of Eileen tagging along in the fourth game I believe is totally unappealing, as just watching her stupid ass in that game is aggravating as hell. I think it would be fun though to add that game to my collection to have around, so that's what tickles my fancy today lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-3577892898793792110?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/3577892898793792110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/3577892898793792110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/3577892898793792110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-24.html' title='Day 24'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TPqZ3eQd1xI/AAAAAAAAAOs/MFBrBOhFzjA/s72-c/silent%2Bhill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-7391926168848052593</id><published>2010-12-03T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T18:12:24.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23 - a youtube video</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/R4_cWd_waKg?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNFFFFF EPIC PELVIC THRUST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-7391926168848052593?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/7391926168848052593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-23-youtube-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7391926168848052593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7391926168848052593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-23-youtube-video.html' title='Day 23 - a youtube video'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/R4_cWd_waKg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-7495699655046868620</id><published>2010-12-02T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:26:25.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My next 30 day challenge, so I don't lose/forget it haha.</title><content type='html'>Since I adore Zelda beyond imaginable belief I'm going to do a Zelda challenge. Sadly I've only had the chance to play 2 of the games thoroughly and part of one other one, but my collection is growing. Also, I really want to get some Zelda related clothing/jewelry but shirts are usually for guys, belt buckles are huge and I don't wear many belts, and there isn't a huge variety of jewelry, I'm still going to do this though, and maybe I'll update things down the line when I get more stuff hahahaha. So yes, next goal for my blog - Zelda 30 day challenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1- Your favorite Legend of Zelda game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2- Your favorite character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3- Your favorite villain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4- Your favorite song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5- A love interest you’ve had with any of the characters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6- Your favorite item&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7- Your favorite “Link”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8- What “Legend of Zelda” items do you own in real life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 9- The easiest boss you’ve battled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 10- The hardest boss you’ve battled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 11- What did you register your name as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 12- Your favorite sidequest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 13- A character you would want to cosplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 14- Your favorite part in the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 15- A scene in one of the “Legend of Zelda” games you cried over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 16- A character you could relate to the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 17- Something in “The Legend of Zelda” games that you want to exist in real life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 18- A dimension from any of the games (Hyrule, Termina, Twilight) you would like to live in and which area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 19- Your least favorite “Legend of Zelda” game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 20- Your favorite battle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 21- If you could create your own Zelda game, what would be the plot, who would be the characters, the villain, and for which Nintendo system?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 22- Something you want to change in any of the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 23- A character you would want to have as a best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 24- Favorite instrument used in the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 25- Your favorite dungeon/temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 26- Your least favorite dungeon/temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 27- A part of the triforce you are most like (Power, Wisdom, or Courage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 28- A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 29- The video game that had the best opening and the video game that had the best ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 30- Your thoughts on “The Legend of Zelda- Skyward Sword”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-7495699655046868620?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/7495699655046868620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-next-30-day-challenge-so-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7495699655046868620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7495699655046868620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-next-30-day-challenge-so-i-dont.html' title='My next 30 day challenge, so I don&apos;t lose/forget it haha.'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-643530161724641938</id><published>2010-12-02T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T15:33:39.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22 - A Website</title><content type='html'>http://www.zeldadungeon.net/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found this the other day and I swear, it is the COOLEST. They have every little bit of information on all the Zelda games that you could ever want to know. I wish I had a triforce necklace, and one day I'm gonna get a triforce tattoo. WOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TPgstVETK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SUPtw7nVr3E/s1600/ZeldaTriforce%2Btattoo%2Btramp%2Bstamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TPgstVETK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SUPtw7nVr3E/s320/ZeldaTriforce%2Btattoo%2Btramp%2Bstamp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546232098367679298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who's tattoo this is but I'm stealing it. This is amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-643530161724641938?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/643530161724641938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-22-website.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/643530161724641938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/643530161724641938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-22-website.html' title='Day 22 - A Website'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TPgstVETK0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SUPtw7nVr3E/s72-c/ZeldaTriforce%2Btattoo%2Btramp%2Bstamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-1901671939537488823</id><published>2010-12-01T15:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T15:58:56.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoooops Days 18 through 21 lol</title><content type='html'>I didn't feel like it, I was busy, and today I guess I'm gonna get it over with lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 - whatever tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TPbbJVLT8fI/AAAAAAAAAOE/WMyjpCDb4nU/s1600/zelda-phantom-hourglass-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TPbbJVLT8fI/AAAAAAAAAOE/WMyjpCDb4nU/s400/zelda-phantom-hourglass-cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545860944503239154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this game Friday, which is why I was so "busy" lol. Beat it last night. Still running around doing the random side quests. I love Zelda games. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 - A talent of yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kind of strange to answer? Especially because the next one is a hobby and.... They are kind of similar things I guess but I don't know... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vFAhH-t572k?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing. I guess that's my talent. I'm the chick that the video zooms hecka in on standing in the front row in the center. Yay singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 - a Hobby of yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TPbc0ljGuvI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Rjv6YNQ1r_0/s1600/Hemp%2BJewelry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TPbc0ljGuvI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Rjv6YNQ1r_0/s320/Hemp%2BJewelry.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545862787144006386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making hemp jewelry is my most recent. I also love reading, playing video games, researching marine life, taking pictures of stormy/rainy weather but I need a better camera to do so [I tried to get a picture of all the fog that was out here and it failed miserably, but the fog was really cool!] I also do all sorts of arts and crafts, I do things like paint by numbers and scratch art, and I like to draw and color although I'm not amazing at drawing. Hobbies are like, the little things in life that keep you busy when time is going super slow. I love crafts. OH ALSO, PAPER STARS! I've made so many, and I have a goal to make 1000 paper cranes before I die too. WOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 - A Recipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some cookies I made from a book and even though I despise coffee they were totally delicious.&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino Swirls&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp instant coffee powder&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp boiling water&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 cups all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp cocoa powder (unsweet)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sweet butter [at room temp diced]&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup golden superfine sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the decoration&lt;br /&gt;2 ounces white chocolate&lt;br /&gt;1 ounce bittersweet chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 375 Degrees.&lt;br /&gt;Put the coffee powder in the boiling water and stir until dissolved. Leave to cool.&lt;br /&gt;Sift together flour, cornstarch, and cocoa powder.&lt;br /&gt;Beat butter and sugar together until creamy. Add coffee and sifted flour mixture and thoroughly mix together. Spoon into pastry bag fitted with a plain nozzle.&lt;br /&gt;Pipe dough into spiral shape [frankly when it is in cookie dough form it looks like little dog terds, that's the shape you want lmfao].&lt;br /&gt;Bake cookies approx 10-15 min or until firm, but not browned. Remove from oven and let set for about 1 minute. Transfer to cool. &lt;br /&gt;For topping, melt white and bittersweet chocolate separately. Take two spoons and put one in the white and one in the bittersweet chocolate, use the spoon to flick/drizzle chocolate over the cookies, creating lots of small lines. Let the chocolate cool/harden and then the cookies are ready to eat! &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy with a cold glass of milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyyy all caught up. Maybe I will try harder to keep up now. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-1901671939537488823?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/1901671939537488823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/12/whoooops-days-18-through-21-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/1901671939537488823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/1901671939537488823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/12/whoooops-days-18-through-21-lol.html' title='Whoooops Days 18 through 21 lol'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TPbbJVLT8fI/AAAAAAAAAOE/WMyjpCDb4nU/s72-c/zelda-phantom-hourglass-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-4235966513864423173</id><published>2010-11-26T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T16:18:37.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17</title><content type='html'>An art piece.... hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TPBOI1FDlZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Lvou4JpLifQ/s1600/gorgeous%2Bhorse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TPBOI1FDlZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Lvou4JpLifQ/s400/gorgeous%2Bhorse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544017054887286162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I count Breyer horses as art, and in the spirit of the holidays I am dedicating this one to their 2010 Christmas model. She is simply beautiful. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-4235966513864423173?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/4235966513864423173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/4235966513864423173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/4235966513864423173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-17.html' title='Day 17'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TPBOI1FDlZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Lvou4JpLifQ/s72-c/gorgeous%2Bhorse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-6098616477302235476</id><published>2010-11-25T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T10:54:09.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16 - a song that makes you cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kPBzTxZQG5Q?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Without You - 3 Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my cat Whiskers disappeared and I knew for a fact she wasn't going to come back this was the first song I heard, and I mean, "I'm here without you" wasn't exactly the thing I needed to hear lol. I love my Whiskers, I raised her from a kitten and grew up with her, so it was extremely hard to lose her and this song still reminds me of that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-6098616477302235476?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/6098616477302235476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-16-song-that-makes-you-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/6098616477302235476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/6098616477302235476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-16-song-that-makes-you-cry.html' title='Day 16 - a song that makes you cry'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kPBzTxZQG5Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-7953333773237657363</id><published>2010-11-24T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T14:16:51.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15 - a fanfic</title><content type='html'>Welp, even though it is like the most well known and most utterly crap-tastic fanfic of all time like ever created and no one knows if it was truly written by a retarded girl or a really good troll, here it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Immortal &lt;br /&gt;http://myimmortalrehost.webs.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post the first chapter for shits and giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN: Special fangz (get it, coz Im goffik) 2 my gf (ew not in that way) raven, bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da story and spelling. U rok! Justin ur da luv of my deprzzing life u rok 2! MCR ROX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name is Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I’m in the seventh year (I’m seventeen). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Ebony!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…. Draco Malfoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s up Draco?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing.” he said shyly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN: IS it good? PLZ tell me fangz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-7953333773237657363?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/7953333773237657363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-15-fanfic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7953333773237657363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7953333773237657363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-15-fanfic.html' title='Day 15 - a fanfic'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-7722446346986277675</id><published>2010-11-23T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T17:25:11.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14 - a non fictional book</title><content type='html'>I can't say I've ever actually sat there and read a non fictional book by choice... sooo I'm gonna use my coloring book since it technically is still a book and has tons of information on Marine Biology. WOOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOxpK9X8raI/AAAAAAAAAN0/PRjtA9P-TL4/s1600/coloring%2Bbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOxpK9X8raI/AAAAAAAAAN0/PRjtA9P-TL4/s400/coloring%2Bbook.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542920878380854690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every left side page is filled with information and the coloring guide, and every right side page is filled with blank pictures and a key so you can match all the coloring to the corresponding word or phrase. It is completely amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-7722446346986277675?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/7722446346986277675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-14-non-fictional-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7722446346986277675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7722446346986277675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-14-non-fictional-book.html' title='Day 14 - a non fictional book'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOxpK9X8raI/AAAAAAAAAN0/PRjtA9P-TL4/s72-c/coloring%2Bbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-4307240202150421013</id><published>2010-11-22T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T16:03:14.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late again, geeze</title><content type='html'>Day 12 and 13 since I failed yesterday, not even a real excuse for that one except I was just lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 - another "whatever tickles your fancy" day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Z4rSocVAD6c?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much my favorite Christmas song of all time for some reason. Except usually it has lyrics lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 - A fictional book&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much only read fiction so, I'll put a random one I found by chance in my English class Junior year of high school and fell in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOsEMqUInnI/AAAAAAAAANs/zmULv1R663g/s1600/tithe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOsEMqUInnI/AAAAAAAAANs/zmULv1R663g/s320/tithe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542528381973208690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called Tithe, obviously. The story is about this girl who finds herself meeting all sorts of creatures thought to be mythological and apparently they are not. It's a better story than I can describe it to be, and it's well worth a read if you like stories with all sorts of twists and turns. Really cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-4307240202150421013?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/4307240202150421013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/late-again-geeze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/4307240202150421013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/4307240202150421013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/late-again-geeze.html' title='Late again, geeze'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Z4rSocVAD6c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-1377202652459478302</id><published>2010-11-20T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T20:30:02.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10 and Day 11</title><content type='html'>Since I went to Yuba City yesterday I had no internet lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 - a photo of me taken over ten years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOifeNvtGOI/AAAAAAAAANc/-S7rZdMXx_E/s1600/conor%2Band%2Bme%2Bold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOifeNvtGOI/AAAAAAAAANc/-S7rZdMXx_E/s400/conor%2Band%2Bme%2Bold.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541854682914035938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the only one I have on me, so obviously I'm the little girl with the weird expression lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 - A photo of me taken recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOif8f7bhII/AAAAAAAAANk/Owol7qe8FEQ/s1600/IMG_0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOif8f7bhII/AAAAAAAAANk/Owol7qe8FEQ/s400/IMG_0962.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541855203191129218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like the only recent one that I haven't already posted on here, so there it is. Rainy day in Chico in the car lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually speaking of rain it is POURING down rain right now, started yesterday and it has just stormed non stop. On our way home from Yuba we could hardly see out the front windshield because it was raining so hard. CRAZY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-1377202652459478302?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/1377202652459478302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-10-and-day-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/1377202652459478302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/1377202652459478302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-10-and-day-11.html' title='Day 10 and Day 11'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOifeNvtGOI/AAAAAAAAANc/-S7rZdMXx_E/s72-c/conor%2Band%2Bme%2Bold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-7495068650931015306</id><published>2010-11-18T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T15:35:12.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9 - A photo you took</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOW34-tPCDI/AAAAAAAAANU/ulATn5TuoMU/s1600/rainbow%2Bhawaii%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOW34-tPCDI/AAAAAAAAANU/ulATn5TuoMU/s400/rainbow%2Bhawaii%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541037106082547762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOW30eINcHI/AAAAAAAAANM/Ur_w37vDd-4/s1600/tree%2Band%2Bocean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOW30eINcHI/AAAAAAAAANM/Ur_w37vDd-4/s400/tree%2Band%2Bocean.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541037028617842802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did two. These are the two photos I am most proud of taking in my entire life. I think they are really pretty, taken during my trip to Hawaii with choir in high school. The coolest trip I ever took.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-7495068650931015306?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/7495068650931015306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-9-photo-you-took.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7495068650931015306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7495068650931015306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-9-photo-you-took.html' title='Day 9 - A photo you took'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOW34-tPCDI/AAAAAAAAANU/ulATn5TuoMU/s72-c/rainbow%2Bhawaii%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-5020705983702014534</id><published>2010-11-17T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T20:31:37.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8 - A picture that makes me sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOSsAB2li_I/AAAAAAAAANE/vLRO1Xo4jTw/s1600/rainy%2Bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOSsAB2li_I/AAAAAAAAANE/vLRO1Xo4jTw/s400/rainy%2Bday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540742558069918706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor L look how cute he is but so sad crying!&lt;br /&gt;I love you L!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-5020705983702014534?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/5020705983702014534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-8-picture-that-makes-me-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/5020705983702014534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/5020705983702014534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-8-picture-that-makes-me-sad.html' title='Day 8 - A picture that makes me sad'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOSsAB2li_I/AAAAAAAAANE/vLRO1Xo4jTw/s72-c/rainy%2Bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-5179274410985620053</id><published>2010-11-16T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T15:50:03.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7 - A picture that makes me happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOMYhzYXreI/AAAAAAAAAM8/8TyZTPOvxm8/s1600/food%2Bpyramid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOMYhzYXreI/AAAAAAAAAM8/8TyZTPOvxm8/s400/food%2Bpyramid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540298935603015138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will follow this food pyramid till the day I die. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO I LOVE L &lt;br /&gt;LOOOOVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-5179274410985620053?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/5179274410985620053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-7-picture-that-makes-me-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/5179274410985620053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/5179274410985620053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-7-picture-that-makes-me-happy.html' title='Day 7 - A picture that makes me happy'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOMYhzYXreI/AAAAAAAAAM8/8TyZTPOvxm8/s72-c/food%2Bpyramid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-3540205078870860354</id><published>2010-11-15T13:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T13:59:44.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6 - Whatever tickles my fancy?</title><content type='html'>Okay first I have to say... couldn't they have just said whatever I want because tickle your fancy sounds kind of dirty. ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bornshoes.com/Product.aspx?ProductID=5397&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOGsfUZ9deI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KH-vIw9Q9_0/s1600/awesome%2Bbrown%2Bboots.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 345px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOGsfUZ9deI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KH-vIw9Q9_0/s400/awesome%2Bbrown%2Bboots.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539898670695937506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are like the most amazing shoes everrrrr. Too bad they are 210 dollars lol.&lt;br /&gt;They would be perfect for my Fiona cosplay that will not be able to be made for quite some time, but they are a great looking pair of boots. Real leather, and they look so comfy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a massive love for shoes lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-3540205078870860354?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/3540205078870860354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-6-whatever-tickles-my-fancy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/3540205078870860354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/3540205078870860354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-6-whatever-tickles-my-fancy.html' title='Day 6 - Whatever tickles my fancy?'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOGsfUZ9deI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KH-vIw9Q9_0/s72-c/awesome%2Bbrown%2Bboots.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-540733614348945224</id><published>2010-11-14T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T13:46:27.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 - Favorite Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOBYqoynK0I/AAAAAAAAAME/KbvQwvGpMa8/s1600/awesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOBYqoynK0I/AAAAAAAAAME/KbvQwvGpMa8/s320/awesome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539525031193160514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're part of a story, part of a tale, Sometimes beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes insane, No one remembers how it began."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Within Temptation. Her songs relax me so much. Not my favorite quote most likely but I still haven't found my favorite quote so this will do for todays post since I do like it a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-540733614348945224?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/540733614348945224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-5-favorite-quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/540733614348945224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/540733614348945224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-5-favorite-quote.html' title='Day 5 - Favorite Quote'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TOBYqoynK0I/AAAAAAAAAME/KbvQwvGpMa8/s72-c/awesome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-241262773883877914</id><published>2010-11-13T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T13:27:18.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 - Favorite Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TN8CsvKV8bI/AAAAAAAAAL8/eTm4xZu3HU8/s1600/dracula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TN8CsvKV8bI/AAAAAAAAAL8/eTm4xZu3HU8/s400/dracula.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539149034286346674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Right now, my favorite book is this. Leslie S. Klinger annotated Bram Stoker's novel Dracula, which is like the most classic vampire story you can find, and it's totally amazing. The Old English is so beautiful and just the style of writing in itself is totally amazing. So you get that book, and you get Klinger's annotations, which include things like notes on the story and the history of the places where the events allegedly took place. Then at the end there's an entire collection of images and more history of vampires in general, old movie poster pictures to even Buffy the Vampire Slayer stuff, it's really well put together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-241262773883877914?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/241262773883877914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-4-favorite-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/241262773883877914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/241262773883877914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-4-favorite-book.html' title='Day 4 - Favorite Book'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TN8CsvKV8bI/AAAAAAAAAL8/eTm4xZu3HU8/s72-c/dracula.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-7883617058909156003</id><published>2010-11-12T15:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T15:08:48.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 - Favorite Television Series or something</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TN3IaLKTvHI/AAAAAAAAALs/3j1x4qeQ-Tw/s1600/lie%2Bto%2Bme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TN3IaLKTvHI/AAAAAAAAALs/3j1x4qeQ-Tw/s400/lie%2Bto%2Bme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538803468733758578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now this is probably my favorite show. I don't watch it religiously, but I don't watch anything religiously. This just happens to be the show that at the moment catches my interest more than others. The main character, that guy whatever his name is I don't care, is such a good actor and I love his character. AMAZING show and worth a watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-7883617058909156003?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/7883617058909156003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-3-favorite-television-series-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7883617058909156003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7883617058909156003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-3-favorite-television-series-or.html' title='Day 3 - Favorite Television Series or something'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TN3IaLKTvHI/AAAAAAAAALs/3j1x4qeQ-Tw/s72-c/lie%2Bto%2Bme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-2500660459493986433</id><published>2010-11-11T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T16:04:11.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 AND my new Domo hat!!!!! xD</title><content type='html'>Favorite Movie- Serendipity the Pink Dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TNx3Jsmx_mI/AAAAAAAAALc/r2cCBv-DwlM/s1600/serendipity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TNx3Jsmx_mI/AAAAAAAAALc/r2cCBv-DwlM/s400/serendipity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538432650235215458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how old I am, this is the best movie ever created. I am going to keep my eyes out for a copy in english so that I can keep it in my collection forever because it is the best movie ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was younger my parents would take me to Blockbuster and every time we went I asked to rent it, and when we did I would watch it a thousand times before we had to take it back. THE BEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my dad sent me a new hat in the mail. Specifically, the one I put on this blog not too long ago. So I've compiled a picture of pictures that I took. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TNyERxSJqOI/AAAAAAAAALk/6A9TwFLuuhM/s1600/new%2Bhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TNyERxSJqOI/AAAAAAAAALk/6A9TwFLuuhM/s320/new%2Bhat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538447082580977890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it for now. I'm still wearing the hat, it's super warm and awesome. Thanks again dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-2500660459493986433?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/2500660459493986433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-2-and-my-new-domo-hat-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/2500660459493986433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/2500660459493986433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-2-and-my-new-domo-hat-xd.html' title='Day 2 AND my new Domo hat!!!!! xD'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TNx3Jsmx_mI/AAAAAAAAALc/r2cCBv-DwlM/s72-c/serendipity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-4425926971972496206</id><published>2010-11-10T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T21:27:49.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 - Favorite Song</title><content type='html'>This was practically impossible. I have no one favorite song so I can't narrow this down at ALL. I figured I'll just go with one of the many I listen to more than others right now, so I picked. Within Temptation - Forgiven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ue_C-HHfAUo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ue_C-HHfAUo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon Den Adel has the voice of an angel. AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;Random video is random, but I liked the girl in the pictures clothes and I thought it was a pretty picture so this one was the winner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-4425926971972496206?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/4425926971972496206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-1-favorite-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/4425926971972496206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/4425926971972496206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-1-favorite-song.html' title='Day 1 - Favorite Song'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-8491401332260498770</id><published>2010-11-10T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T17:44:39.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A not as cool as Lina's 30 day blog challenge haha</title><content type='html'>While I spend time looking for one for something more original I'll just do a basic one to make me write and give me something to do. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 30 day blog challenge.&lt;br /&gt;    Day 01 — Your favorite song&lt;br /&gt;    Day 02 — Your favorite movie&lt;br /&gt;    Day 03 — Your favorite television program&lt;br /&gt;    Day 04 — Your favorite book&lt;br /&gt;    Day 05 — Your favorite quote&lt;br /&gt;    Day 06 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;    Day 07 — A photo that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;    Day 08 — A photo that makes you angry/sad&lt;br /&gt;    Day 09 — A photo you took&lt;br /&gt;    Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago&lt;br /&gt;    Day 11 — A photo of you taken recently&lt;br /&gt;    Day 12 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;    Day 13 — A fictional book&lt;br /&gt;    Day 14 — A non-fictional book&lt;br /&gt;    Day 15 — A fanfic&lt;br /&gt;    Day 16 — A song that makes you cry (or nearly)&lt;br /&gt;    Day 17 — An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;    Day 18 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;    Day 19 — A talent of yours&lt;br /&gt;    Day 20 — A hobby of yours&lt;br /&gt;    Day 21 — A recipe&lt;br /&gt;    Day 22 — A website&lt;br /&gt;    Day 23 — A YouTube video&lt;br /&gt;    Day 24 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;    Day 25 — Your day, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;    Day 26 — Your week, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;    Day 27 — This month, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;    Day 28 — This year, in great detail&lt;br /&gt;    Day 29 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days&lt;br /&gt;    Day 30 — Whatever tickles your fancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 will be posted tonight after I get home from class, as it will take a lot of thinking before I can possibly narrow that sucker down. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-8491401332260498770?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/8491401332260498770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/not-as-cool-as-linas-30-day-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/8491401332260498770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/8491401332260498770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/not-as-cool-as-linas-30-day-blog.html' title='A not as cool as Lina&apos;s 30 day blog challenge haha'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-8347969869783462161</id><published>2010-11-06T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T11:38:39.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2010 Breeder's Cup!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TNWdKt2Nw2I/AAAAAAAAALM/kasmjU22xU4/s1600/Breeders+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TNWdKt2Nw2I/AAAAAAAAALM/kasmjU22xU4/s400/Breeders+2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536504124353135458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Breeder's Cup is playing today on ABC! Right now it is November 6th at 11:24AM Pacific Time. I have missed some of the races, and when I woke up and turned on the channel one Breeder's Cup winner had already earned their trophy and been in the winner's circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just heard that Rough Sailing fell in one of the earlier races and they will be putting him down very soon, as they just announced they are preparing it as we speak. May you rest in peace Rough Sailing, I hope you didn't suffer too much pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Zenyatta is a favorite of sorts. She has won 19 out of 19 races, and this could be her 20th which could make quite the story, and possibly even another movie after the release of Secretariat recently to theaters.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TNWe7bWfAxI/AAAAAAAAALU/P9QuHrLJzKo/s1600/ZENYATTA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TNWe7bWfAxI/AAAAAAAAALU/P9QuHrLJzKo/s320/ZENYATTA.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536506060713427730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It looks like many people will be watching her, she's a great looking filly and with such a fate at stake it will be amazing to watch. Best of luck to Zenyatta and her trainers and owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just finished a sprint race, Big Drama was the winner of that race, he did beautifully, and wow what a stride. The whole race I couldn't keep my eyes off of this one horse, I believe it was Cash Refund, who had his tongue flying out of his mouth the entire time. It was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good luck to all the contenders at the Breeder's Cup today, I will be watching to see Zenyatta's Quest for Perfection as they are calling it, and I really would like to see her win her 20th race. We will just have to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-8347969869783462161?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/8347969869783462161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/2010-breeders-cup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/8347969869783462161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/8347969869783462161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/11/2010-breeders-cup.html' title='The 2010 Breeder&apos;s Cup!'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TNWdKt2Nw2I/AAAAAAAAALM/kasmjU22xU4/s72-c/Breeders+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-7467029407324117867</id><published>2010-10-26T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T15:38:37.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My job is worse than your job.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TMdNcaQOmyI/AAAAAAAAALE/04_r48vylb8/s1600/drive+through+person.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TMdNcaQOmyI/AAAAAAAAALE/04_r48vylb8/s320/drive+through+person.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532475817727007522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I do, but it was the closest image that I could find. I am writing this to no one in particular, but also everyone out there who drives into the drive through at a fast food place without remembering there is a person behind the speaker you talk to. Just so you know, taking your order is no cup of tea. In fact, it's probably the worst job ever invented, at least in the drive through. Here are some things to keep in mind in the drive through.&lt;br /&gt;1. The speaker is NOT loud in my ears, even with my mic volume turned all the way up, so if you don't speak up, I CAN NOT HEAR YOU. This does not give you a right to get angry at me for asking you to repeat yourself or pull around to the window so I can take your order personally.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am doing more than one task. I don't just take your order, I take the money from the person in front of you who just ordered, and I take the order of the person after you while I'm taking your money. It's not easy, because almost everyone in the drive through is in some kind of hurry, and most people get angry or at least somewhat frustrated with me if I miss one item from their order or don't get them their change fast enough. I'm one person doing a million things, so give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;3. The prices of items are not under my control. I also do not control when a certain machine breaks, when we run out of one particular item, or when we stop selling something, so I would really appreciate if you didn't take out your anger on me, yell and swear, or treat me like shit. IT'S NOT MY FAULT.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you are rude, it makes me want to hurt you. I don't enjoy being polite to people who think it's okay to talk down to the person trying to help them. I'm not a mind reader, and as I already said I can't always hear, so calm the hell down and be polite while I try to get you what you want.&lt;br /&gt;5. The last thing I'm going to say is that yes, you CAN talk to a manager. If you really think I'm stupid or ruining your experience or WHATEVER. But I will guarantee that 99% of the time, I am right and the manager can't do anything more for you than I can. Deal with it, and move on with life. It's food in a drive through at McDonald's, not the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not be the messiest job, or the heaviest job, but dealing with you all, people, is harder than you really think it is. I don't always have great days either, but I'm always there greeting you with a smile, so man up and be polite and keep your problems to yourself. It makes getting your food easier on you, much easier on all the people working there, and way less stressful for me. So, next time you hear "Welcome to _______ how may I help you?" in the drive through line, remember what I said. Just breathe, deal with whatever comes your way and your day will be so much better, and so will mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-7467029407324117867?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/7467029407324117867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-job-is-worse-than-your-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7467029407324117867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7467029407324117867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-job-is-worse-than-your-job.html' title='My job is worse than your job.'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TMdNcaQOmyI/AAAAAAAAALE/04_r48vylb8/s72-c/drive+through+person.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-7586647451867791463</id><published>2010-10-23T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T18:28:18.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am officially depressed today...</title><content type='html'>BECAUSE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TMOI_IH9C1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/MDJV8FrLbXk/s1600/dr+pepper+berries+and+cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TMOI_IH9C1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/MDJV8FrLbXk/s320/dr+pepper+berries+and+cream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531415385435081554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out after years of wondering what happened to the Dr Pepper Berries and Cream flavor that it was DISCONTINUED. WHYYYYYYYYYY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was by far my favorite soda of all time. I was utterly obsessed with it and thought it tasted sooo much better than any of the cherry sodas that other companies like Pepsi and Coke had. I randomly decided today that I wanted to google it to see what happened and wikipedia informed me that it was discontinued in 2007..... SO SAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you Berries and Cream! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a new hat that I want to buy today, and even though it has domo on it and would possibly make me look like a japanophile of sorts, I love it. They call it a "Bomber Hat" but whatever that means it's one of those with the flat section pulled over on the top that's kinda furry. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TMOLQwFzqiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/jJ4q5MprZCY/s1600/domo+hat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TMOLQwFzqiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/jJ4q5MprZCY/s320/domo+hat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531417887244528162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So like, I want this hat like so bad. It looks really cool on me and sadly that is the only image Spencers has of it. [That's where they are selling it =w=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to my ice cream and rainy day. I hope tomorrow is this awesome too because I'm going to try and get pictures of myself tomorrow. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-7586647451867791463?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/7586647451867791463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-officially-depressed-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7586647451867791463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7586647451867791463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-officially-depressed-today.html' title='I am officially depressed today...'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TMOI_IH9C1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/MDJV8FrLbXk/s72-c/dr+pepper+berries+and+cream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-7700581761695908784</id><published>2010-10-21T17:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T18:18:16.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy with a chance of rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TMDexBa8Y5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/-q_SPx8nGdY/s1600/IMG_0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TMDexBa8Y5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/-q_SPx8nGdY/s400/IMG_0833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530665276187370386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a look at the weather forecast for Chico because it rained Sunday, and it looks like more showers are headed in to finish off the week. Not that I'm complaining, because the picture above is the view I get outside my apartment when the rain hits us and I think it is completely gorgeous. We also get a little fog to accompany it and, as morbid as it may be, it makes me want to go to the graveyard here in Chico and the one outside of town a ways to take pictures because the foggy rainy graveyards look so beautiful. I'd like to get a photography camera, so that I can get some lenses and practice and whatnot... even though like every female on the planet wants to "be a photographer". =w=&lt;br /&gt;I'll take some pictures of the rain anyhow, so that I can show some of what it looks like because it's too good to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with my clothes lately has been super fun, because my tights are like so fun to mix and match with stuff. Hopefully I can find some more cute ones by the time winter comes around, along with some flippin cardigans and sweater dresses so I can wear them how I really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a Halloween party on the 30th that I'm super excited about too. I'll be sure to post pictures because there is too much awesomeness to describe without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TMDlriCWk9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/uOh8Eg6oSO0/s1600/IMG_0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TMDlriCWk9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/uOh8Eg6oSO0/s320/IMG_0834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530672878444778450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look Lina! L and I would really be a perfect match! I catch myself doing this all the time now(curling my toes under if you didn't notice hahaha), after Cristian realized I do it whenever I am... wait for it.... CONCENTRATING lollllllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realllyyyyyyyyyy want to take new pictures of myself but I've never managed to capture a single good picture of my own face without having some retarded ass angle to it. Too bad all my friends that would take pictures with me are out in Vegas T_T (COUGH COUGH LinaandBrina COUGH) and half the ones I would love to do like I want to do some crazy extreme makeup but spending that much time on makeup when I probably won't be happy with the pictures, I don't know I will have to see because the other thing is doing my makeup and taking pictures of myself with Cristian around he gets this jealous... thing? and he freaks out thinking I'm trying to show off for other people because I "never want to take pictures with him". SIGH Can't I just be a girl and be slightly self absorbed? lol whatever. The other thing is you really limit your angles and poses when you have to take a picture of yourself. Like, I can use my webcam, but that built in cam takes really blurry pictures, and my camera has like a three second delay picture taking thing but it's just not enough and if I can't see myself it just won't be right. I DON'T KNOW RAHHH but I don't like having out of date pictures since those are the only pictures my friends and family get to see of me and you don't stay the same all the time lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to pick a new blog layout now, so if it changes a bunch you know why. I hate that I haven't found anything that I really think suits me. Here I go on the hunt again. =w=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-7700581761695908784?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/7700581761695908784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/10/rainy-with-chance-of-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7700581761695908784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7700581761695908784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/10/rainy-with-chance-of-rain.html' title='Rainy with a chance of rain'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TMDexBa8Y5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/-q_SPx8nGdY/s72-c/IMG_0833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-9091005180499179246</id><published>2010-10-18T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T16:37:35.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHAHA I just laughed for like five minutes non stop!</title><content type='html'>I made my rounds today as usual on the internet, browsing through facebook to see anything new, msn today news, and then blogger. As I scrolled through the blogger home page under the list of blogs I follow and their recent posts I came upon Lina's of course, it's one that I actually tend to follow more closely, and so I read the new post about Christmas that seems so in advance but when you really think about it, Christmas is only like 2 and a half months away... HOW WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYHOW when I was reading it I stumbled upon the section where she was talking about the things she wanted to get people, and I thought it was lovely, but then I came to the last sentence addressed to myself stating that she already knew what she was getting me, and she knew I would be reading her post and would therefor not be writing what she was going to get me. I JUST ABOUT DIED LINA YOU MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the first time I've just about suffocated from laughter this month, and I made sure to save a copy of this picture just in case too. I was browsing through pages and pages of failblog the other day and decided to go to the engrish section, and I got to about the second page and this picture stopped me dead. The caption read: "So Tragic!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TLzYrnk676I/AAAAAAAAAKE/umqdxEPI7Ts/s1600/HOLYSHITFUNNY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TLzYrnk676I/AAAAAAAAAKE/umqdxEPI7Ts/s320/HOLYSHITFUNNY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529532686373941154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally couldn't walk, couldn't move, all I could do was laugh and laugh and laugh, I couldn't even make it out of the chair I was in so I could stop looking at the picture long enough to breath for a second and everything just set me strait back to laughing again. That was an  interesting day lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Cristian has been looking into joining the army or air force reserves... I am not completely sure yet, and a recruiter is coming to my house tomorrow to talk to both of us about everything that has to do with the army reserves, take Cristian's measurements, and figure out what is going to happen. On one hand, I told him if he joins that I get to get a dog so I'm not all alone for the PT Training and the smaller training sessions that happen after that and he agreed, on the other hand I don't know how I feel about him joining the reserves when if something ever did happen they could pull him and send him away for a years worth of duty with only a two week long break in between. We'll see where all this goes, but right now he's pretty convinced it's what he wants to do. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stupid class tonight, and I don't really want to go. Maybe when I get home I'll do another better post on something more exciting with pictures and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-9091005180499179246?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/9091005180499179246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/10/ahaha-i-just-laughed-for-like-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/9091005180499179246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/9091005180499179246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/10/ahaha-i-just-laughed-for-like-five.html' title='AHAHA I just laughed for like five minutes non stop!'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TLzYrnk676I/AAAAAAAAAKE/umqdxEPI7Ts/s72-c/HOLYSHITFUNNY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-327032856310710901</id><published>2010-10-03T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T11:09:31.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurry Webcam Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TKjGXu8tQsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JHTHZjstZNw/s1600/Picture0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TKjGXu8tQsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JHTHZjstZNw/s320/Picture0004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523883054011859650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I care because I'm just glad I can finally snap pictures of myself without having to beg Cristian to do it. hahaha. This is a mixture of new and old clothes shoved together to make an outfit.... I think it's pretty cute but I don't really have an outside opinion. Cristian will probably hate it, but he's a guy so he doesn't count. The tights are my new white tights, and the shoes are my riding boots lol. I have my lipstain and some pretty epic looking makeup on, so I dunno I think I like it but we'll see where this goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-327032856310710901?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/327032856310710901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/10/blurry-webcam-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/327032856310710901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/327032856310710901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/10/blurry-webcam-picture.html' title='Blurry Webcam Picture'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TKjGXu8tQsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JHTHZjstZNw/s72-c/Picture0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-9109672083385262705</id><published>2010-09-26T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T13:14:32.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being sick and working at McDonald's....</title><content type='html'>They do not mix well. If I called in sick, I would get suspended for a week. If I called in on a Friday, Saturday, or Sunday, I would get suspended for two weeks! So instead I wake up Saturday dry heaving from 1AM all the way until I have to work, and then I go to work and dry heave some more. My manager finally says I can go when one of the other workers get there, but then she bitched about it to everyone behind my back. She kept saying a bunch of shit like OH I NEVER GET TO LEAVE WHEN I HAVE A HEADACHE OR WHEN I'M SICK. Wtf lady? Of course you do, and I bet you would have done it if you had been dry heaving all morning too! You can shut the hell up and eat your words, I hope you catch my cold/flu so you can feel my pain. Go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that my flu is pretty much gone. No more dry heaving, my throat feels wayyy better, and now I'm just dealing with my stuffy/runny nose and a slight headache. I definitely need a new job though. I'm totally sick of working with people that like drama so much. They all secretly hate each other and everyone talks shit behind everyone else's backs. I just want to have my crappy job and deal with it while I have to, which is, while I'm going through school. Fuck drama, fuck talking about everyone, why can't you just get along while you have to at work, and take your anger and bullshit home to people who are supposed to care. UGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I hate people so much. :P&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm not so sick anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-9109672083385262705?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/9109672083385262705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/09/being-sick-and-working-at-mcdonalds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/9109672083385262705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/9109672083385262705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/09/being-sick-and-working-at-mcdonalds.html' title='Being sick and working at McDonald&apos;s....'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-9036374073703749623</id><published>2010-09-24T15:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T15:30:38.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why must you lie Nyquil?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJ0mGIwEo2I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JP86bNlXEVY/s1600/IMG_0893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJ0mGIwEo2I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JP86bNlXEVY/s320/IMG_0893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520610605096280930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great taste? GREAT TASTE MY ASS! NyQuil is actually some of the most rank tasting shit on the market, too bad it works so well or I'd go for something better. But really, it seems silly to advertise "great taste" when we all know that even if the flavor is Vanilla Cherry it is still going to taste like SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I am going to post because as I have just taken this I will most likely fall asleep within the next.... hour or so. Goodnight friends. =w= Hopefully this shit will make me feel better. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-9036374073703749623?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/9036374073703749623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-must-you-lie-nyquil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/9036374073703749623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/9036374073703749623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-must-you-lie-nyquil.html' title='Why must you lie Nyquil?'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJ0mGIwEo2I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JP86bNlXEVY/s72-c/IMG_0893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-6956761123485177486</id><published>2010-09-23T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T17:38:16.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closet Dissection part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJvwWWgYBvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/wuwFhV4-nmM/s1600/shoe+collage.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJvwWWgYBvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/wuwFhV4-nmM/s400/shoe+collage.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520270035061835506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 pairs of shoes, and still growing. =w=&lt;br /&gt;I love shoes. I have no other way to express this but by continuing to increase my collection size. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go, I began to dissect my closet today! It was crazy. I realized after the 30 pictures of shoes that I wasn't going to take all the pictures of my clothes yet, but I know I want to take pictures of pretty much all my stuff that is new. My clothes are so awesome though, I never realized how much stuff I have that can go into different styles and just work together and shit. I don't know, I definitely want to work out my wardrobe shit and get some different clothes. I would love at least one classical loli dress, just for shits and giggles, and I want to work out some ganguro type outfits so I can try my hand at that too. I guess I just want to dabble in a bunch of stuff. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJvtojkKG9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/cZ1k6-LSqqM/s1600/IMG_0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJvtojkKG9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/cZ1k6-LSqqM/s320/IMG_0881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520267049270123474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'll start out with my current favorite outfit ever. The black skirt fluffs out at the bottom, and with the little bow you can tie that scrunches the fabric, it's super cute. When I actually wear this it tends to look like a dress because the shirt is kind of long, so it covers some portion of the skirt and I love that. There is a choker in the picture you may not be able to see, but I made it with a charm I got a Michael's, it has a dark purple pearl in the middle of these like, crystal things, it's pretty. The bracelets are from Africa, and were a gift from my grandma, they are hella heavy but super awesome. Boots with this outfit and I am set to go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I based it on an outfit I used to wear all the time with my best friends like all the time. Sadly, the left armpit has a massive hole that cannot be repaired, so the outfit is essentially unwearable. :( &lt;a href="http://i400.photobucket.com/albums/pp82/Drunk_Rey/IMG_0883.jpg"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is the outfit that I swear I want so badly to fix, or to even just find a new purple shirt like that one, but I don't think after like 2 years Target will have them anymore lol. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJvt79ZI0FI/AAAAAAAAAI0/tzpgBBbkPlg/s1600/IMG_0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJvt79ZI0FI/AAAAAAAAAI0/tzpgBBbkPlg/s320/IMG_0884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520267382620737618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my current favorites as well. It's super duper colorful and bright and I can wear it with all sorts of stuff. The blue bracelet is actually from a retarded Airbender toy from McDonald's and I just wanted the bracelet because it looks like water and I thought that was awesome. lol. I love that pink seashell necklace, I got it at the Bargain store down the street for like a dollar and it looks so awesome. The pink flower goes in my hair, got that one from Hawaii and it is super cute, I have another flower like it in white and yellow too. Usually I also throw on an anklet, and the awesome sandals in the top picture with the gold and turquoise colors and all those colors are like crazy bright and totally awesome and it makes me feel like super sunny and cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJvwIfio1HI/AAAAAAAAAJE/3cgDiY3bVOc/s1600/lunapic_128528355930126_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 73px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJvwIfio1HI/AAAAAAAAAJE/3cgDiY3bVOc/s400/lunapic_128528355930126_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520269796969075826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to spend more time tomorrow or something taking more pictures of my clothes, but for now, I do have some other stuff. Unlike Lina I decided to just leave my messy jewelry and makeup "stations" as they were because I was far too lazy to clean them up for a picture, HAHAHAHAHAHA. =w= Oh my lazyness just kills me. Oh also, I got a picture of my more random accessories that I don't wear as much, though I'm missing about 6 scarves that are still in Vegas. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accessories lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJvxGnqGCxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/UbmvTPN4WcM/s1600/IMG_0889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJvxGnqGCxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/UbmvTPN4WcM/s320/IMG_0889.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520270864299723538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makeup/hair styling stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJvxhCjZNNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DPepHX8SOe8/s1600/IMG_0890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJvxhCjZNNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DPepHX8SOe8/s320/IMG_0890.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520271318195975378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bedroom bureau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJvyDPG_cEI/AAAAAAAAAJk/NPXdEKYE5xc/s1600/IMG_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJvyDPG_cEI/AAAAAAAAAJk/NPXdEKYE5xc/s320/IMG_0887.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520271905682059330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my nail in the wall where my long necklaces stay hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJvyg4-XTDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vQBs77kxIko/s1600/IMG_0888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJvyg4-XTDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vQBs77kxIko/s320/IMG_0888.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520272415136369714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's pretty much it I guess for now. Haha. When I feel up to it I'll take pictures of the rest of my clothes xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-6956761123485177486?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/6956761123485177486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/09/closet-dissection-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/6956761123485177486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/6956761123485177486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/09/closet-dissection-part-1.html' title='Closet Dissection part 1'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJvwWWgYBvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/wuwFhV4-nmM/s72-c/shoe+collage.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-496302484987343206</id><published>2010-09-21T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:01:07.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramen Noodles and My Favorite White Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJmNcxhFKnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/NMzW7qXV7eM/s1600/IMG_0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJmNcxhFKnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/NMzW7qXV7eM/s320/IMG_0849.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519598343787194994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This white dress I have is so flippin awesome. I got it at Ross, and even though it's like, mostly see through, as long as I wear it with some shorts underneath and my nude bra it looks AMAZING. I feel like a flowy beach princess or something lol. When I walk it flows around and just looks so floaty and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have to admit that I wouldn't mind trying out Kogal or Ganguro, minus the creepy over tanned bodies, which I suppose really defeats part of the point but I don't tan, I burn, so if I tried to tan it wouldn't work and spray tans look orange and gross, so I'd like to give tanning a try, but I will not be like BROWN like most of the Kogal and Ganguro. Everything else about it I love though. That is how I want to get my wardrobe to look basically, just a few less extreme outfits are not too bad an idea and I will not be painting white circles around my eyes to look like a sun-glass tan line, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fashion.3yen.com/wp-content/images/kogals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 292px;" src="http://fashion.3yen.com/wp-content/images/kogals.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the other thing is that over time all of the girls who dress like this are trying to be darker and darker, and wear more neon. I'd prefer the older more natural look, so I guess it wouldn't be a true Ganguro, but the clothing at least I am quite fond of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating a lot of ramen lately, and seriously, ramen is so delicous I almost forgot because it's been so long since I had any. Chicken and oriental flavor are my favorite, and I'm a weirdo and I totally eat them very slightly undercooked because I like them to be slightly more crunchy than normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2210/1790497754_8dc0569943.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2210/1790497754_8dc0569943.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How yummy does that look???? 8D&lt;br /&gt;I want to try making a ramen like that with all the awesome shit in there. I can't eat it with eggs like scrambled in there though, which seems to be a common thing that people really like... just not me haha. I wouldn't mind the boiled eggs though. Yum Yum Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Italian goes well and pretty quick tonight because I really want to come home and talk to my bestest buddies on MSN. =w= 6:30-9:00PM and hopefully I won't be way too tired after so I can talk for some real amount of time instead of like 10 minutes and then pass out x_x lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. So I'm gonna get a picture in my dress, and put it up, and then this whole post will actually be finished. lol. &lt;br /&gt;I NEED A NEW JOB TOO I HATE MCDONALDS RAHHHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-496302484987343206?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/496302484987343206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/09/ramen-noodles-and-my-favorite-white.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/496302484987343206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/496302484987343206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/09/ramen-noodles-and-my-favorite-white.html' title='Ramen Noodles and My Favorite White Dress'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJmNcxhFKnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/NMzW7qXV7eM/s72-c/IMG_0849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-1500999102091821762</id><published>2010-09-18T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T15:37:09.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Floppy Sun Hats</title><content type='html'>They are one of the cutest hat inventions ever created. I think they just totally scream classy but in a cute and fun way. I don't know what I'm saying lol, anyway! Some sun hats I would not mind having -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJU-0rNUMOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/OyRLoMIr5KE/s1600/floppy+sun+hat+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJU-0rNUMOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/OyRLoMIr5KE/s200/floppy+sun+hat+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518385993085104354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJU-xcROvnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NEORwwEgavc/s1600/floppy+sun+hat+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJU-xcROvnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NEORwwEgavc/s200/floppy+sun+hat+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518385937535385202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJU-ueTxEsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/vjqWOCTncew/s1600/floppy+sun+hat+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJU-ueTxEsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/vjqWOCTncew/s200/floppy+sun+hat+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518385886543286978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paired with some cute sun dresses and a day on the beach? I think so. Even just wearing them, love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to find one like these soon. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-1500999102091821762?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/1500999102091821762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/09/floppy-sun-hats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/1500999102091821762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/1500999102091821762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/09/floppy-sun-hats.html' title='Floppy Sun Hats'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TJU-0rNUMOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/OyRLoMIr5KE/s72-c/floppy+sun+hat+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-291396528384380358</id><published>2010-09-15T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T22:01:41.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LINALINALINALINA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs41/i/2009/005/c/8/I_Miss_You_More_by_lorelix04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 600px;" src="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs41/i/2009/005/c/8/I_Miss_You_More_by_lorelix04.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEXT ME TOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;TEXT ME ANYTIME ANY DAY ANY FUCKING ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;I swear I will answer, no one ever texts me either.&lt;br /&gt;srs&lt;br /&gt;If you need my number again or something, I will text you first because I still have yours.&lt;br /&gt;That MLP show thing looks awesome, do you know when it's starting and what channel they are going to put it on???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just make it a point to bug the crap out of you every day with texts because I always have my phone but usually have nothing to do. &lt;br /&gt;SO THERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a side note... I wish I could get my hair to look like the picture!!! SO AWESOME AND LIKE ALMOST COMPLETELY WHITE!!!!! WANTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-291396528384380358?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/291396528384380358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/09/linalinalinalina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/291396528384380358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/291396528384380358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/09/linalinalinalina.html' title='LINALINALINALINA'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-8713639085519534014</id><published>2010-09-03T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T19:10:24.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Pizza</title><content type='html'>So delicious. Papa Murphy's Pizza, I think it was chicken, tomato, green onion, and this AMAZING creamy garlic sauce instead of a red sauce, it was so delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sitting here digesting my yummy pizza and hanging out. Cristian has a friend over, and I'm going to have to work on my school paper at some point this weekend, so... oh wellllll I guess I will just work on it a little later, not today after I had to work though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor trip as well today, running a slight fever but everything else is A-okay. ANYHOW I'm going to sit around and play the sims or try and figure out how to work their world creator beta so I can make my own worlds, how fun would that be? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to figure out what to do that doesn't take much energy. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-8713639085519534014?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/8713639085519534014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/09/chicken-pizza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/8713639085519534014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/8713639085519534014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/09/chicken-pizza.html' title='Chicken Pizza'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-5892794439723245161</id><published>2010-08-29T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T10:12:39.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Detailed Dream in Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/THqU-zgiRfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0a49a0fLHoI/s1600/Fiona+and+Hewie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/THqU-zgiRfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0a49a0fLHoI/s320/Fiona+and+Hewie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510880900740695538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay get ready for this one because I have no clue what the fuck this was supposed to be either lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with me, Lina, and Brina at the mall. But it wasn't a mall I've actually ever been too, it was this weird ass like circular mall where the hall was like in the middle of the shops and the shops were in the very center and going around the outside... ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in this store that sold some pretty neat jewelry, and for some reason the Loli dresses that Lina likes, and just a bunch of other really random useless shit. So we were all looking around and it was pretty quiet, but then this fat lady, I have no clue who she was, appeared out of nowhere and was talking to Lina about something. She told her she bought her one of the necklaces they sold at the store, and at first Lina was like oh that's awesome which one is it? So the lady brought her over to the stand where they were hanging and it was this fucking HUGE weird necklace with like 10 dangly strings that hung down to the waist if anyone put it on and so Lina was like "Why the hell would you buy me that? I would never wear that in my life!" So the lady like freaked out and then she disappeared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden we were all leaving, and Claire was there telling us we needed to go. Apparently none of us had been wearing shoes, because at this point Lina said we still had to get our shoes, but then Brina and her like magically had their shoes and they were leaving with Claire and I still had to run to get my shoes. For some reason instead of just going to get my shoes I went and ran after Claire, Lina and Brina were like, just gone now, and I was chasing Claire when Brina's voice told me I had to get away and get my shoes or Claire was going to kill me, like she was literally going to try and kill me in the dream because I needed my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ran to get my shoes and then I woke up....&lt;br /&gt;I was so dumbfounded as to why Claire was trying to kill me at the end, and why some crazy fat lady tried to get Lina a necklace that no one in their right mind would ever wear.... It's just about the most confusing dream I've had in a long time lmfao. I laughed a bit after because of how weird the end was, but yes, that was my dream last night lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-5892794439723245161?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/5892794439723245161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/08/most-detailed-dream-in-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/5892794439723245161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/5892794439723245161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/08/most-detailed-dream-in-forever.html' title='Most Detailed Dream in Forever'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/THqU-zgiRfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0a49a0fLHoI/s72-c/Fiona+and+Hewie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-6608665735361299073</id><published>2010-08-22T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T08:00:35.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what to post.</title><content type='html'>I want to make a post I just have no stinkin clue what to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting school Monday, but I also still have to go to the stinking school and give them a copy of my financial aid shit so they won't drop my classes because of the stupid 7 days to pay policy. Basically if you don't pay 7 days after you register you will get dropped from the classes you signed up for, but since I am waiting on financial aid, and obviously if I am getting financial aid I can't pay for my classes with my own damn money, I can't pay before the 7 day period ends. SO NOW I get to waste my gas money to go down to the admissions and records office to get an extension on my payment until I get my financial aid. How retarded is this shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bought some new school stuff, this really cute "coral" colored bag that will fit my laptop and everything else, and some pencils and pens and a few spiral notebooks so I will have paper to take notes on lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the weirdest classes. All of the good ones were full, and even all of the crappy ones were full, so now I'm in English 2, which is normal I lucked out and grabbed the last available seat, but I'm in Beginning Conversational Italian, wtf I'm taking Italian lol, and Health and Wellness, which is a fucking retarded health class, wonderful. I'm on a waiting list for some weird psych class, and also for basic nutrition.... so I have to get into one of those classes, here's to hoping I do. Then I will have 12 credits and my financial aid will pay for my classes, and I have to figure out how I'm going to pay for my books. lol. Out of state tuition FTL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this turned into a school post, since school starts tomorrow for me... I'm excited but not excited at the same time. I can't believe what crappy classes I'm in besides the English class, and I hope the semester goes by quickly. I don't know what I'm supposed to do with other shit right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought so much about getting a dog it's retarded, I don't have any money to do so WHATSOEVER, but I think about it regardless. I would love a little dog that I can train and have around all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristian has been driving me crazy, not in a good way. I want to hurt him sometimes. He gets pissed at me about money but then he'll sit on the internet and ask if he can buy all sorts of shit off newegg and not think twice about it. So retarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-6608665735361299073?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/6608665735361299073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-dont-know-what-to-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/6608665735361299073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/6608665735361299073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-dont-know-what-to-post.html' title='I don&apos;t know what to post.'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-1323215973106094215</id><published>2010-08-19T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T15:44:41.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT A DOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TG2zGNZw6yI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hm2jT9JMaKU/s1600/bordercolliepup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TG2zGNZw6yI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hm2jT9JMaKU/s320/bordercolliepup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507254838602296098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this cutie pie! I will have a border collie someday soon, within the next two years is my goal. Within the next one year is my hope ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have dreams of running around with a dog on the beach, around town, going for a car ride, and just having that perfect companion to be there and make it even better because they are always happy. Border Collies are no exception to this, as they are family oriented friendly fun loving dogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prices range from 200-900 dollars [sometimes more I'm sure but most pups stop around 900], so let's hope I can save save save. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-1323215973106094215?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/1323215973106094215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-want-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/1323215973106094215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/1323215973106094215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-want-dog.html' title='I WANT A DOG'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TG2zGNZw6yI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hm2jT9JMaKU/s72-c/bordercolliepup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-448314863250365491</id><published>2010-08-14T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T08:07:07.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha conversing over blogger, this cracks me up Lina.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TGas8mqY6sI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HDhdsha6ARo/s1600/drawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TGas8mqY6sI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HDhdsha6ARo/s320/drawing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505277751677479618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I have had fake lashes in the past, I went through a time where I wore them every day, because they look great with makeup and are easy to reapply with a tiny bit of lash adhesive, after awhile of course they fall apart and I have to buy new ones, and sometimes I just get too lazy to want to bother buying them and using them. Luckily I'm sort of watching myself a little more, paying more attention to when I do pull them out, so that I can find things to do to keep my hands occupied and not pull them out, I have more lashes now than I have had in like, the past few years, and they are longer. Putting mascara on the ones I have helps a lot too, because they are a little thicker and more durable, and I think they help them grow faster because of the added strength, who knows, but I want my lashes back lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH I could take a vacation, but when I have to work all the time and have no way of saving up because of Cristian's retarded ass boss putting him on a break from work all damn summer it makes everything impossible. I had every intention of trying to get out for AV this year, and once again it's not going to happen because I have no money whatsoever and even if I did I couldn't afford to take the time off work. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up at six today because Cristian thought it would be fun to wake up, but then he decided it would be even more fun to do everything in his power to bug the living hell out of me, so I got mad and now he's upset and doesn't want to talk to me because I told him I was serious and I wanted him to stop... wut.... so frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experimenting with clothes is fun, I've been revamping my own style and whatnot, but finding the exact type of clothes I want is virtually impossible where I am because I live in a hippie town so all the clothes are very like... lax and a lot of the stores sell like, "home made" shit that at first glance looks okay but when you put it on you can tell by the fabric and the paint they used that it won't last and it's going to be shit. I've been buying more colors because I hate how I never used to wear any [besides like that purple shirt, and dude you know what sucks balls is that my purple shirt now has a massive hole in the left armpit so I can't wear it T_T I don't think I'll be able to find a new one like it since it's so old.] I found a couple sites from like China and shit that sell clothes, I ordered a couple things last year around winter and my stuff got here in great condition but the shape is funny, not as good as the picture, and of course I should have accounted for the fact that asian girls are tiny in every way so they don't fit like I want. I'm obsessed with sweater dresses and leggings right now, like, that's all I want to buy/wear even though I have no leggings and only one pair of footless tights that are a strange purple so I don't really have anything to wear with them, and they are tights so I can't wear them like leggings. Bargain stores are the best though, I wish I had better ones out here because I've only managed to find a few good things at the ones I have and I miss Goodwill, which we do not have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristian and I are both fed up with Chico, and hopefully we'll be able to get out of here soon and move to a nicer area of California when I switch colleges. Then I won't have to deal with this hippie college town anymore. [Seeing old ass ladies in hippie clothes is NOT FUN] I'll be taking four classes this year most likely, but I have to wait till Tuesday to see what classes are left and what I can take online so I can work around my work schedule. This will be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-448314863250365491?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/448314863250365491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/08/haha-conversing-over-blogger-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/448314863250365491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/448314863250365491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/08/haha-conversing-over-blogger-this.html' title='Haha conversing over blogger, this cracks me up Lina.'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TGas8mqY6sI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HDhdsha6ARo/s72-c/drawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-4047683842001019038</id><published>2010-08-13T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T18:58:27.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranormal Activity was a total...</title><content type='html'>Disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took the plot from Blaire Witch and stuck the people in a house, except that Blaire Witch actually scared the crap out of me the first time I saw it, and this movie just made me want to shoot every person involved in the brains. One huge disappointment to me was that at the end [SPOILER ALERT] they give her this retarded demon face for a second when she's standing over her boyfriends dead body and then she attacks the camera. What is that? It's supposed to seem real and they gave her the stupidest shopped demon face I have probably ever seen. She could have just smiled hella creepy and looked at the camera and attacked it and it would have had a better effect on me. I wanted to bust out laughing because of the teeth they put on that smile. Really sad, just... bad job guys, bad job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they will give up on the whole "lost footage of real events" thing with the craptastic shaky camera effect of someone making a home movie. Really dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my throat hurts now, my boss came to work yesterday feeling ill and with a sore throat and now when I swallow my throat is like "WTF ARE YOU DOING!?!" So I hope I don't get sick, I don't like to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have the weekend off. I get two whole days to just relax, not have to wake up at 5AM to go to work, and not have to work for 8 hours of the day only to come home exhausted and have nothing to do, which by the way I did today. I searched for another blog background, nothing makes me too excited, so for now I stick with what I've got. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kanker sore just under my upper lip is huge now, like the size of a pencil eraser tip... and it rubs on my teeth whenever I talk so it just keeps getting worse, even with the orajel, so goody for me I get to talk to my doctor about it next time I go and see if I can get rid of my damn kanker sores that I get ALL THE TIME. I need to numb this thing again, it burns...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-4047683842001019038?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/4047683842001019038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/08/paranormal-activity-was-total.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/4047683842001019038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/4047683842001019038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/08/paranormal-activity-was-total.html' title='Paranormal Activity was a total...'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-1284948329172558529</id><published>2010-08-12T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T19:40:52.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I live in Cali, but I'm like the only person who hasn't gone to the beach this summer....</title><content type='html'>What a waste. The sun, gorgeous weather, not too hot, not too cold, good food, warm sand beneath your feet, sand castles, and I don't get to have any of it this year. I've been out here for a little over a year now, and I have yet to see the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TGStGzMbrMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/lb_yQMxO8vI/s1600/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TGStGzMbrMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/lb_yQMxO8vI/s320/beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504714976886762690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the extent I get. Google images of the water and the sand with other people enjoying their time on it. Poo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even get some other awesome form of vacation. I got to spend my summer working, paying my bills, and being a boring grown up. I don't even have any friends out here to hang out with, no one to play my video games with and make awesome inside jokes, no one to take random pictures with or run around the park like idiots. I guess I am referring to my two besties Lina and Brina who did all of this with me for like, EVER. Nothing will ever top the years I spent with them, no way. The best times ever were just spent being idiots, not really knowing what we were doing but just doing it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH I hate being bored because THIS is what I think of which makes me upset because I am not doing anything nearly as awesome as then. Boredom is my regular thing now. I wish I could figure out what to do and have some fun again. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some mountain dew and Little Caesars pizza for lunch/dinner, not amazing food but cheap and filling, and besides I am addicted to crazy bread, hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bored again, maybe I'll figure out something to do after a bit. Until then, I will sit here staring at a computer, and at facebook even though no one talks to me on there. Ohhhh well I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-1284948329172558529?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/1284948329172558529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-live-in-cali-but-im-like-only-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/1284948329172558529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/1284948329172558529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-live-in-cali-but-im-like-only-person.html' title='I live in Cali, but I&apos;m like the only person who hasn&apos;t gone to the beach this summer....'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TGStGzMbrMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/lb_yQMxO8vI/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-8325585055901216020</id><published>2010-08-12T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T06:50:17.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LiNA!</title><content type='html'>I can never comment on your darn blog posts! I have been so unimaginably bored and I think I just needed to redo my blog so that I had a renewed... whatever I wanted to start again but not keep the blog the same as it was. I am still not particularly happy with the look but I'll search more today when I get home from work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't be able to make it AGAIN to AV which has me pretty fucking mad. Cristian's shitty boss has him on a "break" so he hasn't been working since like, early June, so I am paying all my bills and rent and shit and by the time that's done I have no money left, or very little that I have to use on groceries. So it's pretty fucking gay. Cristian is going to look for a new job though, and I am starting school on the 23rd, looking for mostly online classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY I have to go to work now, and I'm not off until 3 today, hopefully the day will go fast because I am so tired of my work days going slow and ruining my days in general. Whatever, I guess it's a job, at least I'm making money. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will chat more. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-8325585055901216020?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/8325585055901216020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/08/lina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/8325585055901216020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/8325585055901216020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/08/lina.html' title='LiNA!'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-7650674712452909848</id><published>2010-08-11T18:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T18:48:06.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotionally Fucked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TGNPNlmNreI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JaRjn-M8ek0/s1600/how+I+feel+a+lot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TGNPNlmNreI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JaRjn-M8ek0/s320/how+I+feel+a+lot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504330264426163682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This image pretty much explains how I feel. All the shit I've been going through lately has me drained to a point where I get off work and come home and I can hardly stand to even do anything I find fun like draw or play a game, even listen to music. I'm so finished that I just lay in the bed and stare at the ceiling, begging for sleep to come take me so I don't have to deal with the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find solace talking to my friends, or typing a quick hello to my mom. I turn on the tv sometimes and stare at the discovery channel, and when they play something I like, like Wild Pacific, I enjoy my evening more. I miss my friends and family in Vegas, I don't miss Vegas at all, but I miss everyone there that made my life worth while. I miss being able to call Lina and Brina and go hang out for weeks at a time at their house, with my second family as I consider them. Is this what growing up is? Because it sucks. I'd rather have just stayed a kid forever, or rather an older teen I guess, after the time drama stopped and people were done with puberty, and things were just as simple as going to school, hanging out with friends, and enjoying the free time summer and winter break brought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the beach more than I could ever explain to a single person. It calls my name, I would swear by it. One day I'll live nearer to it. I'll go like every weekend and learn to surf, I'll scuba dive and buy a really nice underwater photography camera, I'll cage dive with sharks and swim with whales and dolphins, all the while studying their behavior, and the ocean itself. I'm so done with this small town, because the food is crap since no one cares when the students are gone from the area, and when the students come back to college it becomes a reckless party town again. The trees are beautiful, and the area seems nice, but only when you are away from the university and the downtown area. Chico is a place to go to college, not to live. Hopefully I'll finish my general ed fast so I can find a new school with the majors I want to go into so I can study to become what I've wanted to be since I was a little girl. A marine biologist/zoologist. Either I want to study in the ocean or I want to train killer whales at Sea World. If I don't push myself to those particular paths, I don't think I'll ever truly be happy with my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note I guess this is just a rambling blog. I'm bored again and so instead of staring at the ceiling plucking out my lashes some more I am trying to do something worthwhile, typing to no one in particular about my life and my crappy feelings so that I can try to get over this crap and be myself again. I'm tired of not being happy, it's no fun. Maybe I'll try to play one of my games again or something. Dunno, I have nothing better to do anyway so why not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-7650674712452909848?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/7650674712452909848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/08/emotionally-fucked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7650674712452909848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7650674712452909848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/08/emotionally-fucked.html' title='Emotionally Fucked'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TGNPNlmNreI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JaRjn-M8ek0/s72-c/how+I+feel+a+lot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-8345648935048819103</id><published>2010-08-10T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T18:28:27.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Deprived</title><content type='html'>I slept three hours last night, and yet here I am, awake, after I got home from work. What is that about exactly? I have no fucking clue. It's aggravating as hell because I am tired and therefore cranky, but I can't fall asleep. Also, I haven't eaten since this morning, but I have no food anywhere in my house. Well, nothing that I can make to eat by itself anyway, I have cans of beans, rice, and frozen solid chicken breasts, but no forms of sauces or anything to make these things into something edible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm going to go to taco bell and get like a million cheesy gordita crunches and stuff my face because I'm starving, and hopefully eating will make my stomach stop feeling like it wants to vomit up what is not there. I'll probably add more to this later today when I'm bored out of my mind again with nothing to do. But for now I need to fill my belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TGH8l0Tj5BI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jFQ6w32KB58/s1600/naked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TGH8l0Tj5BI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jFQ6w32KB58/s320/naked.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503957946249503762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my hair looked like that! So long and wavy! *A*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-8345648935048819103?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/8345648935048819103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/08/sleep-deprived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/8345648935048819103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/8345648935048819103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/08/sleep-deprived.html' title='Sleep Deprived'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TGH8l0Tj5BI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jFQ6w32KB58/s72-c/naked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-1348828103338185731</id><published>2010-08-08T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T17:05:03.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trichotillomania</title><content type='html'>A name for my godawful habit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trichotillomania is the name for a habit of pulling out ones own hair, either at the scalp, on the eyebrows, or eyelashes. I do the latter two. My eyebrows are sparse, with lots of holes, and my eyelashes are almost nonexistent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's extremely difficult to live with, and I don't think I have actually told most people I know that I do this. To hide it from people I apply harsh dark lines of eyeliner, and I fill my eyebrows with a brow pencil. I think I'm at a point where I'm so sick to death of doing this that I don't care who knows. Maybe it'll be a better support group, maybe I won't do it as much because I will lose some of the stress I have over it since people will know. Since it's here in an open journal of sorts. I want to stop more than anything so I can feel comfortable with myself and not feel like I can't go anywhere without makeup anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I don't pull the hair on my head, but pulling the hair off of your face I almost think is worse, because it affects how you look directly and therefore how you think about yourself. I've been living with this for who knows how long. I remember when I was a little girl and I started, I had the first urge because I wanted to see what an eyelash looked like when it was not in. Then it got worse, I kept pulling from one spot, I had holes in my eyelashes, and then I started with my eyebrows as well. I don't think I'll ever understand why I ended up with such a crappy, compulsive behavior that I can't even control. That along with my nail biting has driven me crazy for I can't even say how long anymore. I just wish I could stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to hoping I can find distractions and figure something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TF9F9NfYVOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ObXrajybmHY/s1600/okay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TF9F9NfYVOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ObXrajybmHY/s320/okay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503194187565651170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish these drawings were mine, how cool would that be? I will have to practice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-1348828103338185731?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/1348828103338185731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/08/trichotillomania.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/1348828103338185731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/1348828103338185731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/08/trichotillomania.html' title='Trichotillomania'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TF9F9NfYVOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ObXrajybmHY/s72-c/okay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-2892942779300072899</id><published>2010-08-06T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T14:55:29.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Samson went back to bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p62rfWxs6a8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p62rfWxs6a8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina Spektor is incredible. Her songs make me want to just go to sleep and have extravagant and awesome dreams. I love watching her sing and hearing her voice it's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want some cookies, don't know if I want to make them though... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Tired from work, McDonald's is exhausting... I really want to take some pictures because I never seem to have taken any of my appartment or the area for my friends to see, plus I need more pictures of myself. Who knows what I'll do, I'm too tired to do much right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-2892942779300072899?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/2892942779300072899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/08/samson-went-back-to-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/2892942779300072899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/2892942779300072899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/08/samson-went-back-to-bed.html' title='Samson went back to bed'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-8504883837968212376</id><published>2010-08-05T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T20:13:14.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revamp</title><content type='html'>Considering it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea in the world what I would change the name to, or the profile, or anything really. I would still involve vampires, but since my whole blog isn't about vampire related things it doesn't make a ton of sense to stick with the name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm on a hunt to find a new layout/style for the blogger and I will be thinking of names that sound more like who I am as a whole and not just one part of my personality or interests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TFt9mYmKl1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/eORR-7mKdBM/s1600/bigger+version.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TFt9mYmKl1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/eORR-7mKdBM/s320/bigger+version.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502129468154222418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get my hair to this color soon hopefully. Excited. Cool picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-8504883837968212376?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/8504883837968212376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/08/revamp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/8504883837968212376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/8504883837968212376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/08/revamp.html' title='Revamp'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/TFt9mYmKl1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/eORR-7mKdBM/s72-c/bigger+version.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-7660623477957413789</id><published>2010-03-02T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T18:38:28.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in Peace Dawn Brancheau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/S43B5kKKOjI/AAAAAAAAADE/S9AFDxmFNxE/s1600-h/Dawn+Brancheau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/S43B5kKKOjI/AAAAAAAAADE/S9AFDxmFNxE/s320/Dawn+Brancheau.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444220719263791666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read more and more on this story my heart goes out to Dawn's family. I am sure this is very hard for them, as death is hard for anyone, but I'm sure there is some peace knowing that she died happy, with the career she worked so hard to achieve with the animals she loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what is described her death was not peaceful, and I feel great sorrow for this in itself. No one wants to die, especially if it takes a long period of time and causes pain. Dawn was most likely having a normal day, performing, taking care of the whales, and never thought second about something happening to her. Sadly, working with wild animals there is always a risk of injury, and death, and every person who goes into this profession and similar professions know this quite well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that changes a whole mindset about careers like these? Passion. Pure, honest, true, passion. It is a drive that pushes people to do jobs like this. Because even though you know there is that risk, your heart tells you it is what you were meant to do, what you were put on this earth for. I too have this passion, and for the same thing Dawn had passion for. It tears me apart that something like this happened, but I feel that even Dawn would be saying "let the show go on" because of that little twitch inside her brain that gave her the passion for the job she had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know Dawn, and most likely didn't see her perform in a show as I've only seen two in my life, but I know one thing is for sure, and that is that she died in the surroundings she loved, in the place she spent precious years of her life with the creatures she felt so dearly for, and nothing could make someone with that much heart any more happy with themselves in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope one day I can get the job I dream of, training the whales as she did as passionately as she did. Dawn inspired many besides myself I'm sure, along with the other Seaworld trainers, and I don't think she would have asked for more from her job than that. Dawn may have died, but her remarkable passion will live on forever, and so in the words of Joss Whedon I close this blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace Dawn Brancheau, you will be remembered forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-7660623477957413789?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/7660623477957413789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/03/rest-in-peace-dawn-brancheau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7660623477957413789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7660623477957413789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/03/rest-in-peace-dawn-brancheau.html' title='Rest in Peace Dawn Brancheau'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/S43B5kKKOjI/AAAAAAAAADE/S9AFDxmFNxE/s72-c/Dawn+Brancheau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-8330842000227322873</id><published>2010-02-16T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T01:27:48.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiders aren't living things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/S3pgi9m97lI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bkma6xvNB1Y/s1600-h/Ashley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/S3pgi9m97lI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bkma6xvNB1Y/s320/Ashley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438765653773119058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why I picked this picture. I haven't taken any new ones and browsing through this is one where I look genuinely happy. 17th birthday, the strip, my two best friends, and my mom with the camera, need I say more? This is epic shit here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY Since Valentine's Day just passed I will write a little about that.&lt;br /&gt;Cristian took me to see Avatar in 3D for the first time. We both adored it. That movie is well worth the ticket price and the three hours you spend in the theater. I also got to see the 3D trailer for Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland film, which actually looks really really cool. Can't wait to see that. Afterwards we returned home with Chipotle and watched Dracula, which is like one of my favorite movies ever, we got it on BluRay, the whole digitally remastered thing, and it really looks fantastic, I love catching things I didn't get before and since I'm going through the book I caught a lot that I had missed before. :) Then I enjoyed the rest of my evening quietly and before bed there was a little of the romantics. Overall I'd say it's almost a perfect ten. The only thing that could have made it better was if I had gotten to go to SeaWorld or the ocean, somewhere along the lines of the whole evening, lol. I got some Origami paper too. So far I've folded a penguin, a crane, and a blow up box thingy which is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now waking up at six every morning and doing Yoga. Today was the first day of this, and I seriously felt my day was longer and more worthwhile. I wasn't as tired all day, and my body felt FANTASTIC. Yoga is really great if you don't need extreme exercise because you don't need to lose weight but you want to get in shape. I was sweating bullets by the end of the little 20 minute segment and I could definitely feel the burn. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristian has been spoiling me rotten. He takes me just about anywhere I want to go, lets me eat sweets, and never fails to tell me I'm the most beautiful woman he's ever seen every chance he gets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and grandma are coming to visit me next week! I LOVE MY FAMILYYYYY damn I wish I could speed up time a little! X_X I have always been grandma's little girl, she has spoiled me to the core, but you know, not in a bad way. She's never gotten me things when I whine or bitch, and she'll ask me if I'm completely sure like ten times before we check out, which usually I'm not. She works hard, and always helps out the family. We are close. I remember she would come to visit when I was young and I would sneak out of my room and go sleep in the living room with her. To wake her up I'd make my hand seem like a spider crawling on her arm, and she hates spiders. [I know where I get it from ;) ] I won't get to see them for long but at least I get to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last thing is that today we got home and a huge daddy long legs spider was crawling on my kitchen counter. I screamed and ran for the living room. Cristian told me to calm down and I said I couldn't. He told me it was just a spider and there was no reason to kill it, and my response was "I don't care, spiders aren't living things." Well.............. as a science nerd myself I know for a fact that spiders are indeed living things.... but that fear of mine has me down to a point where even my most simple logic seems to disappear at the sign of a spider. Oh the wonders of the human brain.... how I would love to get inside one and walk around.... explore... like the magic school bus type of things. My fetish with brains is a little over the top too..... =w=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristian and I are going to bed. I'm going to make him check for spiders BEFORE I get in the covers. :3&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-8330842000227322873?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/8330842000227322873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/02/spiders-arent-living-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/8330842000227322873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/8330842000227322873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/02/spiders-arent-living-things.html' title='Spiders aren&apos;t living things.'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/S3pgi9m97lI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bkma6xvNB1Y/s72-c/Ashley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-1621069100410506795</id><published>2010-02-10T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:18:58.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Rain Falls Down Down Down</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been awhile, and as many would use excuses I will just not give a damn. I haven't written, end of story. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As I type I am enjoying the best soda ever. =w= It's a Ramune soda but I just call it whale soda. Why whale soda? Well... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/S3OjaQF_RkI/AAAAAAAAACs/1ARknSKYBJw/s1600-h/whale+soda.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/S3OjaQF_RkI/AAAAAAAAACs/1ARknSKYBJw/s320/whale+soda.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436868846558332482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more? It's like, THE cutest whale ever on the coolest looking bottle ever of the most delicious soda, EVER. I get them a lot now over at the asian market down the road from where I work. I also get pocky and these little chocolate filled pandas from there as well. Asian snacks make my tongue and my tummy happy.&lt;br /&gt;(Oh and a side note, it's Japanese, I saw a picture on some guys blog and he called it chinese soda, pffft idiot, it says Made in Japan right on the bottle, what a dumbass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I always have work, it sucks, but I have to pay my rent right? I finally filed for my first tax refund and it was so strange and difficult... I used H&amp;R's online free federal edition which was really organized but it still doesn't make a lot of sense when it's your first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also, I got a cat. Her name is Alice, she's like the cutest thing ever but she's obnoxious. Last night she slept square on the center of my pillow, and no matter how much I moved her she would go back to that spot or lay on my head until I moved to give it back to her. We also got her these little mice at the dollar store, one is green and the other is purple and she adores them. When we first got them out she played for like an hour, and then she picked up the green one and carried it around in her mouth, it was so funny, but then it got even more funny when she proceeded to mow with the green mouse still in her mouth. She stared at me and just mow'd for like five minutes it was adorable. I love her lol, so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Times have been tough, I haven't been feeling so great as of late and I hope I don't get too sick because I really hate being sick more than I hate anything else in the world. &gt;.&gt; Work is tough and I have like no motivation to do anything after work anymore, although I did just get some new pants. Arizona brand from JC Penney, skinny jeans, they are really comfy and look absolutely great with all my shoes. So now I have three pairs of wearable pants, lol, sucks because all my pants are getting holes in places where... well I can't wear the pants in public... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Other than all that, I watch a lot of TV, and I play The Sims 3 like, a LOT. I love that game but I've been thinking of playing the first one since I have all the expansions in that complete collection version, I just will hate not having all the good graphics and stuff. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So for now that's it, I think this was good for me though, I will have to start posting again so I don't keep all my shit pent up and make my brain explode! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-1621069100410506795?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/1621069100410506795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-rain-falls-down-down-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/1621069100410506795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/1621069100410506795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-rain-falls-down-down-down.html' title='And the Rain Falls Down Down Down'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/S3OjaQF_RkI/AAAAAAAAACs/1ARknSKYBJw/s72-c/whale+soda.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-4998331102373009554</id><published>2009-12-31T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:55:27.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Two-Thousand Nine</title><content type='html'>Some good things, some bad. I can't even do like a big timeline because I fail at remembering things. But this is what I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January: Pretty normal, ending Senior year of High School. Getting good grades and just trying to finish up and be myself, happy like always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February: ACDA, I have nothing better to remember about February. The most amazing group of singers in the biggest singing event for chorus. We rocked the house and had so much fun... T_T I want to cry just thinking about how much I miss everyone and that moment of utter perfection when we got a standing ovation at that huge event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March: My birthday, of course. My boyfriend moved in with me at my mom's place, and overall a simple but amazing month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April: I think this was Disney World. SOOOO much fun. Madrigals took the choir competition in it's grasp and crushed everyone. :) I miss choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May: You know, I don't really remember much except studying for finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June: Finals. Getting ready to move out with my boyfriend. GRADUATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July: Moved out. Cali. Miss my friends and family but happy with my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August: Started working, started life period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September: nothing special. Life gets in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October: Halloween of course, was fun, handed out candy to the few kids who came to the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November: Cold cold and did I say cold? Damn. But I got to see the leaves change for once. I don't miss Vegas too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December: Preparing for my first Christmas away from home. Spending my time with my boyfriend and his family a bit. Christmas was nice. Not huge but who needs huge when you are happy in your own place?&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for New Years now while I type this. Watching Fox news and eating fruit and chocolate and snacks galore. Had salmon for dinner and an overall great evening to kick off this New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope 2010 can be better than 2009. I miss the days when I didn't have to worry about how the economy was going to affect me and my family. The days when people could feel safe in their own neighborhoods. The days where things were not so complicated. But I guess things change, not always for the better, but somehow it shapes you. So that's all I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to everyone. I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-4998331102373009554?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/4998331102373009554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-two-thousand-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/4998331102373009554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/4998331102373009554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-two-thousand-nine.html' title='Goodbye Two-Thousand Nine'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-5663657961491190021</id><published>2009-12-13T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:11:06.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampire Reunion</title><content type='html'>Oh College Humor, how I do get a good laugh at most of your videos, but this plainly rocked my socks. I must say, this is definitely what would happen, or pretty close to this. XD sadly they disabled embedding T_T so I have to just post a link to the youtube video. It's only 2 minutes long, so go watch it! You'll love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PdD0jbsIg8k&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-5663657961491190021?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/5663657961491190021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2009/12/vampire-reunion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/5663657961491190021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/5663657961491190021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2009/12/vampire-reunion.html' title='Vampire Reunion'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-6032738623198493397</id><published>2009-12-04T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:40:32.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and tired of Twilight and it's entire fan base</title><content type='html'>So, my blog is called Interview with a Vampire Lover, and I have yet to do a vampire related post besides the one on HARKER which may not even release sadly. So here I am going to go ahead and take a new post and reflect on some vampire love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I would like to say that I did read Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse. So if anyone finds this, you can not say anything like "Well you don't know, you never read the books." because yes, I read the first three. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was first introduced to Twilight by a friend, who received the book from her aunt and brought it home with her. She finished, and I read it after her. It was enjoyable, I got caught up in the story, and that was all well and good, but I have to say I was sorely disappointed when I found out that the vampires don't go out in daylight because... they *SPARKLE*. For Christ's sake people, I've read so many vampire novels it could make you sick, [Including Dracula which is more than I can say for 99% of anyone who has read Twilight and says they "love vampires"] and never have I EVER seen any sign of vampires sparkling in the daylight. Yes, Dracula can walk in the sun without bursting into flame, but he doesn't sparkle like a pixie fagot as soon as the sun touches his skin. I'm done hearing about people who love vampires so much when the only novel they have touched with vampires is Twilight, and maybe that Marked series that I've heard about as well. You don't love vampires, you love Edward, and his little precious family, that eat animals and won't touch human blood [much like Lewie from Interview with the Vampire when he first turns and can't fathom killing people to survive] and only survive in a normal setting when it is completely cloudy and dark outside. I'm sorry, but I don't think it's time to add new content to a centuries old myth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I would like to address the fact that Twilight, despite many people wanting to believe otherwise, is very much advertising teen marriage and pregnancy, and staying with someone even if they treat you like shit. Edward leaves Bella and comes back to her numerous times, leaving her wanting to kill herself and rot away in her bedroom rather than be a normal 17/18 year old girl and go out, go to college, be with friends, whatever, and no matter what happens she ALWAYS goes back to him. Now, I know what most fans would be thinking, something to the affect of "well it's because they have true love and they were meant to be together so she doesn't want to be apart from him" maybe a little different than that but still, it's not cute. Just because you grew up wanting to find your prince charming doesn't mean you should stick with an ass hole that can't decide whether or not to stay with you just because you believe he is your one true love, or your "soul mate" of sorts. I hate hearing how much girls my age LOVE Edward Cullen and how he and Bella found each other and are so lucky and just.... WHATEVER. I can't stand it, and if I see one more "bite me Edward" T-shirt I'm going to keel over and die where I stand because of aneurysms bursting throughout every part of my body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly about Twilight, I would like to say that Stephenie Meyer, at least in my own opinion, is in NO WAY a good vampire writer. She has taken everything that vampires are and ruined it. I can no longer use "I like vampires" when I am telling people about myself because I worry if I'll be hated for it because of how many people hate Twilight, or overly loved for it because I find someone who is one of Twilight's scary ass fans. Stephenie Meyer has made it cool to like vampires but failed to introduce people to the true horror and romance of the classical vampire. I mean, even Laurell K. Hamilton and Charlaine Harris, very popular vampire writers of this century, used a more classical approach to the vampires in the novels they have written, and I think them even better for it. It makes the vampires less of a "god mod" when they have a weakness like the sun to keep their hunger at bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I feel a million times better now that I got that off my chest, I've just seen so much crap about Twilight on the news and the internet it's making me go insane, so I had to vent to my blog and the few readers that I have that will read this. If you are a Twilight fan, sorry to offend you, but I'm sick of you all ruining something I've loved for so long just because you got one little teen romance series that had "vampires" in it. So now I'm going to take a childish moment and dedicate a big fuck you to all the Twi-tards out there and wish you a crappy day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-6032738623198493397?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/6032738623198493397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2009/12/sick-and-tired-of-twilight-and-its.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/6032738623198493397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/6032738623198493397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2009/12/sick-and-tired-of-twilight-and-its.html' title='Sick and tired of Twilight and it&apos;s entire fan base'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-6753156090996974746</id><published>2009-11-23T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:43:36.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Beginning</title><content type='html'>First of all before I start, I want to state that I am no writer, I'm not amazing, and this is based off of a dream I had, it was much longer than this post but I don't want to post a novel on one page. lol. So this is the first part of the dream, I tried to be very descriptive but darkness and quiet is hard to write out so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dark and utter silence. The only sound a ringing through her ears, the only feeling a strange tingle running through her body. Barely awake, but still stuck in that abyss of sleep, unable to move or even open her eyes. Warmth ran through her fingertips and toes as her body slowly came out of its sleep. Stiff wooden boards met her exploring fingers instead of the soft, comfortable bed that she usually felt under her waking body. Then, pain. Sharp and sudden burning through her skull. One of her arms shot up to meet the pain, but also met a large bump. A scream rose in her throat but no sound followed. A second sharp pain shot through her skull and this time her whole body was brought into a ball, cringing with the pain. As she tried to soothe the pain, holding her head tightly with her hands, a deep laughter echoed through her surroundings. Where was she? &lt;br /&gt; After what could have been ages her heavy eyelids slowly flickered open. She relaxed her cringing body and tried to push herself up. She sat against the back of what she now saw was a boat, her only light source coming from a small lantern hanging from the front of it. As she tried to adjust to the light she saw a dark, masculine figure standing at the front of the boat, pushing it along with one of those long poles like the ones used for gondolas. Her eyes finally took in what little she could of her surroundings. Everything around her was dripping with water, and it seemed like an endless tunnel to no-where. Most of all though, she could see the utter deep darkness that was this tunnel.&lt;br /&gt; The sloshing of water surrounded the boat and the exhausted girl knew she could do nothing. She was trapped. As she let that sink in she slid back down into the boat, where she had been asleep, again. Where was she going? What was she supposed to do? And how did she even get here?&lt;br /&gt; Her thoughts spun around her head over and over again, and sleep began to take over her again. Darkness was calling to her as the boat rattled to a halt. Foot-steps rang towards her and the same deep laughter from before rang through her ears. Her sight blurred and she saw the dark outline of that man from the boat, felt his laughter deep in her chest, and just as she fell into the dark sleep again she heard her captor's voice echo through the cave and into her ears. The menacing sound followed her into her dreams and as the last of the world closed off his raspy dark voice continued to tell her the same thing. "Welcome home Lyla."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-6753156090996974746?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/6753156090996974746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/6753156090996974746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/6753156090996974746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-beginning.html' title='In the Beginning'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-2982126606782060078</id><published>2009-11-19T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T19:29:37.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIONNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I am really obsessed with Haunting Ground... Especially its protagonist Fiona Belli, sigh, obsessed to a point of I want to cosplay her at an anime convention sometime in my life. Well, I have been drawing her like non stop so here she is in all her glory. [And even though it's lame I used paint to write random shit in the cracks because I didn't want to just leave them white lmfao for shits and giggles.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/SwYLZQfGEmI/AAAAAAAAACc/roqJdubjQLE/s1600/Fiona+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/SwYLZQfGEmI/AAAAAAAAACc/roqJdubjQLE/s320/Fiona+collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406020931254882914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so that's it. The one that's sideways and blurry is one I did on some notes in Government while I was bored to tears. The one that actually looks wayyyy better than the other ones [the second one in from the left] is one I did while staring at a picture of her in that pose, I fucked the hands kind of but it's still really good, for me at least. The one with Hewie is pretty fail because I do not draw dogs. Hewie looks funny and I drew his front feet behind Fiona and I meant to put one of his legs in front of her left leg.... guh, he would have still looked as fail but at least it would have made the image more.... not fail.... lol. Anddd the other one is a picture I drew at work on my foam cup, the bricks are lame but hell it's still cool. Even though I'm not amazing I'm proud of all of these drawings or I would not have posted them. &lt;br /&gt;For now that's it. More obsession will appear though, no doubt in my mind about that. Fiona, gosh dangit, you are worth my time somehow so I love you. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOREENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNZZZZZZZZZZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-2982126606782060078?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/2982126606782060078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2009/11/fionnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/2982126606782060078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/2982126606782060078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2009/11/fionnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='FIONNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/SwYLZQfGEmI/AAAAAAAAACc/roqJdubjQLE/s72-c/Fiona+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-6711586107667577773</id><published>2009-11-10T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:57:12.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My latest creations at work.</title><content type='html'>Except now I'm bringing my own pencil, and I have this notebook with blank paper that the pages are about the same size as I was drawing on before, but the paper is weird like I don't know what it is made out of but it makes me think it's more for like charcoal rather than my pencil.... meh oh well it works right? so here they are, since I have no clever post to put up but I want to put these up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/SvpDfGK7mEI/AAAAAAAAABo/-v-Kce77fsE/s1600-h/Lyla.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/SvpDfGK7mEI/AAAAAAAAABo/-v-Kce77fsE/s320/Lyla.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402704904495798338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/SvpDe81zJyI/AAAAAAAAABg/jGLuswWWwcQ/s1600-h/girl+with+orca.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/SvpDe81zJyI/AAAAAAAAABg/jGLuswWWwcQ/s320/girl+with+orca.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402704901991245602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go.... Lyla is a girl from a dream I had... maybe I'll actually write the story out, maybe make it a book one day, but for now she is just a girl from my dreams, she has some weird ass shit happen to her though, so I think it would make a good book. &lt;br /&gt;The other picture is a random chick touching the glass of an orca tank I guess, it was random I was practicing a back view of a person and unfortunately her feet got cut off because of lack of paper guh. &gt;.&gt; anyway, she came out pretty cute, the orca looks kinda funny but wtf you can still tell it's an orca lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper has a strange yellow tinge to it.... I hate that, but hey it's paper and it still lets me draw lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-6711586107667577773?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/6711586107667577773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-latest-creations-at-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/6711586107667577773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/6711586107667577773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-latest-creations-at-work.html' title='My latest creations at work.'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/SvpDfGK7mEI/AAAAAAAAABo/-v-Kce77fsE/s72-c/Lyla.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-7454605706675757091</id><published>2009-11-05T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:02:40.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random artwork while I'm bored at work lol.</title><content type='html'>The restaurant I work at has two locations. I work at the second, less popular, less visited location.... sometimes I only make $200 dollars from 11AM when the store opens to 4PM when the shifts change.... basically, I sit there all day with nothing to do... I only have one picture of my drawings right now but I can always /edit this and add more, so I'll just do that when I get the other picture, and then slowly add others on other random blog posts that I do, I'll just put them at the beginning no matter what the blog is about and that way you know it's what I drew at work. All the drawings are done with whatever writing utensil is handy at the moment, lol, and they are all done on the backs of the paper I take orders on. :P So here's the start, enjoy lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is a girl with a book, she's cute lol, I'm not amazing but I do like to draw and when things don't turn out aweful I like to share :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/SvpFUCS9WJI/AAAAAAAAABw/AtxQrOjpEvE/s1600-h/girl+with+book.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/SvpFUCS9WJI/AAAAAAAAABw/AtxQrOjpEvE/s320/girl+with+book.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402706913500420242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day lol, I drew my left hand in different positions and my legs/feet/knee whatever lol, trying to get the hang of wrinkles so I get better at drawing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/SvOG0tAs8-I/AAAAAAAAABY/9pRd6CdvvZI/s1600-h/work+boredom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/SvOG0tAs8-I/AAAAAAAAABY/9pRd6CdvvZI/s320/work+boredom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400808618141217762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I kind of put together that I'm not as good as I could be because I never really studied real human anatomy as far as drawing it goes, I mean I took anatomy in high school but I wasn't thinking about drawing purposes so now it's kind of past me, although some I remember, so I'm trying to teach myself how to properly proportion fingers and arms, and basically just starting from scratch drawing bodies, body parts and what not so I can get better.... like I said before, I like to draw, I am just not that good... so maybe if I can make myself better with practice then I will like it even more. :) yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-7454605706675757091?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/7454605706675757091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-artwork-while-im-bored-at-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7454605706675757091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7454605706675757091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-artwork-while-im-bored-at-work.html' title='Random artwork while I&apos;m bored at work lol.'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/SvpFUCS9WJI/AAAAAAAAABw/AtxQrOjpEvE/s72-c/girl+with+book.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-118929472579944476</id><published>2009-10-30T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:58:20.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Truths - Kaela's turn haha</title><content type='html'>RULES:- Tell 100 Truths&lt;br /&gt;- Tag 15 people after&lt;br /&gt;- They do the same back to you&lt;br /&gt;- Do Not Pass Go&lt;br /&gt;- Do Not Collect $200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST:&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage : Milk, mwahahahahahaha like always.&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call : Brina actually and that was several days ago, sad isn't it? I don't talk on the phone ever lol.&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message : My friend Moriya (Amity is her real name) from WoW - Same, Happy Halloween&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened : I don't remember so I'm gonna say the last song I remember listening to which is "I Put a Spell on You" from Hocus Pocus, hellz yeah.&lt;br /&gt;5. last time you cried : Today.... I've been homesick. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX HAVE YOU EVER’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice : No, my philosophy has always been if they leave you once they'll just do it again.&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on? : Nope but I've been played which is similar but you aren't dating.&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp; regretted it? : Yeah sigh.&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special? : T_T ya&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed? : no not really except I miss ma buddehs [Lina and Brina]&lt;br /&gt;11. Had a friend turn on you : Yes actually, one person who I will not mention but it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;br /&gt;Red[more burgundy and maroon, dark ass reds], Purple, Lime Green, and white lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Made new friends : No, I'm not a friend maker, I'm a friend keeper lol.&lt;br /&gt;13. Fallen out of love : No not really because it wasn't love, but I guess kinda lol.&lt;br /&gt;14. Laughed until you cried : Oh ya. Inside jokes.... lol... well actually the making of said inside jokes.... Lina + Kaela surround sound - DRAIN-OOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;15. Met someone who changed : Yes, same person that turned on me.&lt;br /&gt;16. Found out who your true friends are : Yeah pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;17. Found out someone was talking about you : Uhh, no? I don't know lol.&lt;br /&gt;18. Kissed anyone on your friend's list : Well my boyfriend yes.&lt;br /&gt;19. How many people on your friend's list have you dated?: Lol Blogger has no friends list.&lt;br /&gt;20. How many kids do you want : 1 girl, 2 tops if they are twins, but girls only.&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you want to change your name : Used to, now I love my name though.&lt;br /&gt;23. What did you do for your last birthday : Nothing, because graduation was so close. :/ At least I got my sexy laptop for graduation though.&lt;br /&gt;24. What time did you wake up today : 11:30ish lol&lt;br /&gt;25. What were you doing at midnight last night : Actually I was sleeping. lol&lt;br /&gt;27. Last time you saw your father : Before I left the second time to come fly back to Chico to my appartment.&lt;br /&gt;28. One thing you wish you could change about your life : Welllll, lots of shit has happened, but I think I'd be some stupid idiotic stuck up bitch or something if it was different, so I don't think changing it is a good idea, there are lots of factors to changing one thing that ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;29. What are you listening to right : My boyfriend clacking the keys on his keyboard cuz he is playing his "marina's" lol. Another inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;30. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom : Yeah actually he told me I look like Pam Anderson lol. O.O&lt;br /&gt;31. What's getting on your nerves right now? : This stupid wooden chair I have to sit in to be on the computer. It's uncomfortable and makes me strain my back. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Most visited web page : Facebook.... and this... they are sort of tied lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT ME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What's your name : Kaela&lt;br /&gt;34. Nicknames : Well, I don't have any anymore, I used to be Sil, Pony, and when I was really young stuff like Kay, or KK. haha&lt;br /&gt;35. Zodiac sign : Aries&lt;br /&gt;36. Male or female : Female lol&lt;br /&gt;37. Elementary : CT Sewell, Dooley, and for a couple weeks Imprints bleh that sucked.&lt;br /&gt;38. Middle School : Brown JHS, and Explore Knowledge Acadamy for one year.&lt;br /&gt;39. High school : Green Valley High School&lt;br /&gt;41. Long or short hair : Used to be long, now it's kinda short, growing it long again lol.&lt;br /&gt;42. Height : 5'5" &lt;br /&gt;43. Do you have a crush on someone? : I'm taken ^_^&lt;br /&gt;45: What do you like about yourself physically? : I have an hourglass figure to boot lol.&lt;br /&gt;46. Piercings : Just my ears, had my belly button for awhile but my body rejected it sigh.&lt;br /&gt;47. Tattoos : lol no, soon hopefully I want a vampire bite on my collarbone and the thing from Ghost in the Shell on the back of my neck.&lt;br /&gt;48. Righty or lefty : Righty like everyone else :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. First surgery : None.&lt;br /&gt;50. First piercing : Ears, the first time the lady fucked it up and went through the center area of my ear where it's thick ass cartilage, ya I was about 3 months old and I screamed and cried and it was just bad.&lt;br /&gt;51. First best friends : Uhhh, probably Kaitlyn[sp?] and Sarah McGlynn. Yup, good times.&lt;br /&gt;52. First sport : I hated sports, I still do, but my first one I played on a team with was Softball.&lt;br /&gt;53. First pet : Sox the cat lol. I don't even remember him.&lt;br /&gt;54. First vacation : Disneyland, Seaworld, and The San Diego Zoo I think, we did like all 3 one year and I can hardly remember but ya, cool.&lt;br /&gt;55. First concert : Verbatym&lt;br /&gt;56. First crush : lol this kid Conor who I was in preschool with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Eating : Had a bagel but I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;59. Drinking : Milk lol.&lt;br /&gt;60. I'm about to : Keep trying to calm Lina and Brina down so I can talk to them Dx&lt;br /&gt;61. Listening to : keyboard noises from Cristian doing "marina's" lol&lt;br /&gt;62. Waiting for : News on the game Harker, please become a real game please please please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Want kids? : I swear I just answered this... one kid, girl, twins max, but girls? I swear I did....&lt;br /&gt;64. Want to get married? : Yeah I think so. :3&lt;br /&gt;65. Careers in mind? : Orca trainer at Seaworld/Marine World, Marine Biologist, I wanna work with whales. c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE GENDER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Lips or eyes : Eyes&lt;br /&gt;67. Hugs or kisses : yeahhhhh like, I like kisses but if it's some creepy ugly dude or something I'm not gonna kiss them lmfao. Well, I wouldn't kiss anyone anyway cuz I'm taken but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;68. Shorter or taller : Taller by far.&lt;br /&gt;69. Older or Younger : Older. Younger kinda wierd unless it's only a little bit younger.&lt;br /&gt;70. Romantic or spontaneous : Kinda both, I dunno though.&lt;br /&gt;71. Nice stomach or nice arms : Yeah stomach but arms are a big plus.&lt;br /&gt;72. Sensitive or loud : Yeah like Brina said there is an extent to it.&lt;br /&gt;73. Hook-up or relationship : Relationship, "hooking up" is like the dumbest thing I have ever heard of.&lt;br /&gt;74. Trouble maker or hesitant : Hesitant for sure, no trouble, I don't want any of that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Cried yourself to sleep : Yes, it's one of the most difficult things to do and when you wake up you are still kinda crying. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;76. Passed out after drinking : No lol&lt;br /&gt;77. Kissed a stranger : Nope&lt;br /&gt;78. Drank hard liquor? Yeah that shit is so nasty.&lt;br /&gt;79. Jumped in a pool with clothes on : No I don't like it bleh sticky clothes.&lt;br /&gt;80. Lost glasses/contacts : No I don't use either.&lt;br /&gt;81. Sex on first date : FUCKIN HELL TO THE NO&lt;br /&gt;82. Broken someone's heart : Maybe... not sure&lt;br /&gt;83. Had your own heart broken : Kinda&lt;br /&gt;87. Cried when someone died? : HUURRRRR DURRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;88. Liked a friend that is the opposite gender? : As opposed to liking a friend of the same gender, which I might add there is nothing wrong with, but yes, Cristian was my friend before we started dating, this is a dumb question though like Brina said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Yourself : Yes, I'm so confident in myself it's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;90. Miracles : No not really no.&lt;br /&gt;91. Love at first sight : Meh, not really, cuz looks aren't everything.&lt;br /&gt;92. Heaven : No. Sorry but I lost that a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;93. Santa Clause : Wellll even though I know he isn't real I don't care. He is Santa and I fucking love free presents lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;95. Kiss on the first date? : believe in kiss on the first date? Kissing on the first date would have sounded better and why not I guess, it's kinda slutty if you do it all the time but whatever, I kissed Cristian on our first date.&lt;br /&gt;96. Angels : Same thing as heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Is there one person you want to be with right now? : Two actually. They know who they are lol.&lt;br /&gt;98. Who is it? : I just said. They know who they are.... lol&lt;br /&gt;99. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? : ERRMM no...&lt;br /&gt;100. Told 100 truths on this? As close as any of these are gonna get lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that leaves Lina if she is gonna do it lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of repeat questions, kinda lame, but it took up some useless time lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-118929472579944476?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/118929472579944476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2009/10/100-truths-kaelas-turn-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/118929472579944476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/118929472579944476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2009/10/100-truths-kaelas-turn-haha.html' title='100 Truths - Kaela&apos;s turn haha'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-7150028773404942247</id><published>2009-10-30T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:49:53.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words do not describe the utter awesomeness of this costume.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z1HWqbOSJLo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z1HWqbOSJLo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY&lt;br /&gt;KTHXBAI LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-7150028773404942247?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/7150028773404942247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2009/10/words-do-not-describe-utter-awesomeness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7150028773404942247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/7150028773404942247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2009/10/words-do-not-describe-utter-awesomeness.html' title='Words do not describe the utter awesomeness of this costume.'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-6236813071320297186</id><published>2009-10-25T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:39:42.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You painted THAT with WHAT!?!</title><content type='html'>Cristian was talking to a few of his friends today over ventrilo and they all started watching these youtube videos. I started to look over at his screen to see what they were and... well.... just see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car on MS Paint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ElrldD02if0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ElrldD02if0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deer with barbecue sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j3pz2VgIM7E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j3pz2VgIM7E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina Jolie with lipstick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r-dRZ3TJbok&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r-dRZ3TJbok&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elvis with Cheese Puffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SXigfZGqsLM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SXigfZGqsLM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh so many more including an Abraham lincoln made out of pennies, and they are all pennies from like 1909 to now, with some really rare ones too. Sigh I guess I'll post that one lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OENCFdwrKOU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OENCFdwrKOU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND anyway, EclecticAssylumArt on youtube, they have a website but it's just easier that way haha. So cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-6236813071320297186?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/6236813071320297186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-painted-that-with-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/6236813071320297186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/6236813071320297186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-painted-that-with-what.html' title='You painted THAT with WHAT!?!'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-5168500839245191340</id><published>2009-10-24T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T18:02:14.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Has anyone ever told you that you look like a young Pamela Anderson? Aaaannnnnddddd ORPHAN - one crazy movie</title><content type='html'>So the first thing in the title, is what I heard today at work from one of the restaurants loyal customers. He's been eating there every so often for 13 years, one of the only people the owner and manager allows to write a check for his food. After his purchase that was his comment to me.... so I figured I would look online and compare pictures........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/SuOf6g4aMlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/I7scYUtFa4o/s1600-h/me+vs+pam+anderson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/SuOf6g4aMlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/I7scYUtFa4o/s320/me+vs+pam+anderson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396332606127747666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, never really saw that before..... surprisingly to me, I did find a striking resemblance in myself and Miss Pamela Anderson. Our faces have the same shape, same chin, similar lips, similar eyes, yeah, lol. Even my giant forehead seems to be similar in size to her's. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, ORPHAN.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Cristian downloaded it, we watched it and well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOILER ALERT&lt;br /&gt;It was insane. It starts with a nightmare, the main character wakes up, you find out the nightmare is based on something that happened to her, she lost her 4 month old baby and it had a disease where it keeps moving so you think it's alive.... The main character and her husband decide to adopt, they pick the lone girl in the room by herself who is painting, and she ends up being a 33 year old woman with a disease I think similar to Gary Oldman where she looks like a child and never grows, she escaped an insane assylum in Russia or some country like that I can't remember the name, and poses as an orphan girl, gets adopted, turns the family's against each other, tries to seduce the father and if he doesn't go for it she kills him and the whole family and burns their house down, then she leaves and starts over again. By the end you find out she did it like 4 or 5 times.... I was completely caught off guard this whole movie. Let me tell you though before they even adopted her I was saying don't pick the loner kid, because in my opinion little kids are like puppies, the one that's off on it's own and seems sad and lonely is the one that is more likely to be crazy or violent. Then she ends up killing the father, almost killing the son, and the mom and cute as fuck daughter Max (Maxine) who is deaf barely get away. It was good, but still through the whole movie my brain was saying "WTFWTFWTFWTFWTF" lol. I am definitely reconsidering any adoption ideas I had in the past HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOILER END LOL&lt;br /&gt;So if you want a pretty good movie that will make your brain twist and turn as you watch it, I would recommend Orphan. It was really good although I am still confused about half of the stuff that happened, not like I don't know what happened but why's and how's and stuff. Yup, so that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEEEEENNNNNNNNEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-5168500839245191340?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/5168500839245191340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2009/10/has-anyone-ever-told-you-that-you-look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/5168500839245191340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/5168500839245191340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2009/10/has-anyone-ever-told-you-that-you-look.html' title='Has anyone ever told you that you look like a young Pamela Anderson? Aaaannnnnddddd ORPHAN - one crazy movie'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/SuOf6g4aMlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/I7scYUtFa4o/s72-c/me+vs+pam+anderson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-2509500070131218275</id><published>2009-10-13T23:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:41:13.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I put a spell on you!</title><content type='html'>Well it's that time of year again, oh yeah, Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite halloween "legend" says that on All Hallow's Eve, when the moon is round, a virgin, will summon the Sanderson sisters from under the ground. They will return, and the lives of all the children of Salem will be theirs. That's right, I'm talking Hocus Pocus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://12.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kps3plTyU41qa2maho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 270px;" src="http://12.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kps3plTyU41qa2maho1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a Halloween, or an October, that I didn't watch this movie. A total classic that I grew up watching. It brings in Halloween as a main theme, but there is a lot of humor, and I mean A LOT, and it isn't just child related humor, adults get quite a few kicks from a lot of the more hidden humor in this movie along with the more kid friendly stuff. I'm not very good at giving movie reviews, oh well. If you are looking for a movie to watch with your kids, or even just a breather from all the horror flicks you've been catching, this is the movie for Halloween. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will get a few more Halloween related posts in during October, oh man I love this month.&lt;br /&gt;16 days 20 minutes until Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-2509500070131218275?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/2509500070131218275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-put-spell-on-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/2509500070131218275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/2509500070131218275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-put-spell-on-you.html' title='I put a spell on you!'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-6116817607410270657</id><published>2009-10-09T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:46:13.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye old friend. May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/StAA2yIOOnI/AAAAAAAAABI/ONEKU1C3U4o/s1600-h/Dracula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/StAA2yIOOnI/AAAAAAAAABI/ONEKU1C3U4o/s320/Dracula.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390809695131679346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Me with Dracula on my 17th birthday, March 22nd 2008)&lt;br /&gt;Dracula&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry I never got to say a true last goodbye, although I think it was best the way it was, leaving you with a pat on the head and telling you I would see you again soon. I will always love and miss you old buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My seventh grade year I met two of the greatest friends a person could ever ask for. I practically lived with them and slowly we became more like a family, like sisters, than just friends. I spent weeks at a time going to their house to hang out and do whatever we thought fun at the time. What I didn't realize until later was that Drac was always there too. Always a friend wanting in on the fun with a huge grin on his face, even though he was weazing and had the most horrendous breathe you would ever smell. He was always there to just chill.&lt;br /&gt;The last few years with him were amazing. I spent a whole week with him on my own watching Celina and Sabrina's house while they were away, he was such a dork begging for food and always letting me know when he needed a walk. When I wasn't alone it was all of us together, going on walks, hanging out in the bedroom playing games, he even managed to fail really hard and lay down right across my back not realizing I had a blanket on top of me, just thinking it was a blanket for him to lay on. Anyway, he was just always around, and it's so hard to imagine him gone, being so far away now. &lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget all the great times we had together buddy. I hope you are at peace now, eating up all the spam and tuna you could dream of and running around playing like I know you would want to do.&lt;br /&gt;In my heart's sequestered chambers lye truths stripped of poets gloss, words alone are vain and vacant and my heart is mute. In response to aching silence memory summons half heard voices, and my soul finds primal eloquence and wraps me in song.&lt;br /&gt;-Sing Me To Heaven by Daniel Gothrap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be loved Draccy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527151273555562533-6116817607410270657?l=grrimavampire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/feeds/6116817607410270657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodbye-old-friend-may-flights-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/6116817607410270657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527151273555562533/posts/default/6116817607410270657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grrimavampire.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodbye-old-friend-may-flights-of.html' title='Goodbye old friend. May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.'/><author><name>Kaela &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18222446656858668375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tH3aUSe0-c/TkAtMGUdIJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/xbJ84rDJjKk/s220/IMG_1378.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/StAA2yIOOnI/AAAAAAAAABI/ONEKU1C3U4o/s72-c/Dracula.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527151273555562533.post-1558870156392669735</id><published>2009-10-06T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:58:57.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst. Manager. Ever. oh and my new beautiful burn &lt;3</title><content type='html'>So, as I recently graduated high school and moved out on my own I had to get a job to pay bills. Welp, I landed a freebee at the same place my boyfriend works, we'll call it a restaurant to save on the name so that manager I mentioned doesn't find this by browsing the internet. Well, it's a rather stupid job. I am a cashier, but somehow this job title got smushed in with just about every other job in the place. I run the register, cook the food, clean the dining area, take out orders to the customers, wash the dishes, and yeah, pretty much everything. The only things I don't actually do are cut the meat when the orders are being made, and "skin" the chicken which is really only cutting off 2 little pieces of fat from the ends, which is far from being anything big separating me from basically running the store by myself. I work at the smaller location so it's not as busy, with one other person who does the same stuff as me except she doesn't know the register and she does the "skinning" and cutting. At least we share the work though right? If only she spoke a little more english.... She is nice, but damn it's quiet when there are no customers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I was working the morning like I usually do lately, I haven't had a weekend day off in I don't know how long... ugh. Anyway, I was putting the huge rice pot into the cooker and I smashed part of my hand into it, just a little one, but I got a blood blister from it. not fun.... Then, when the rice was done cooking I proceded to take out the cloth that holds down the button [the manager is too stingy to buy a new rice cooker for her store even though this one is banged up and broken and burns the rice almost every time you cook with it] when I managed to place my arm just around the wrist area right onto the metal section that was heated up due to the fire that was cooking the rice. Oh ya, I got burnt. I ran cold water on it but it didn't help the pain, so within the next 5 minutes I felt the stingy awefulness that follows being burnt, AND I got to feel and watch the burn actually bubble up into a blister. I swear it feels like a little bug is just pushing a layer of skin off of the rest of your skin, it's not fun. So here's a picture lol - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/Sswt0w2UedI/AAAAAAAAABA/rlwgH-1fp-Y/s1600-h/burn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s6Y7JDGz5SI/Sswt0w2UedI/AAAAAAAAABA/rlwgH-1fp-Y/s320/burn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389733238544824786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, and due to the manager/owner being in a cranky mood today, when she brought in the new boxes of frozen chicken I got to bring them in. Needless to say the cardboard hit and scratched at the skin and that is why the center is peeled like that in the picture if you can see it. [FYI she has been in a bad mood for 2 weeks now and I don't know what the hell is wrong with her.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya on to the whole worst manager ever thing. I know it is hard when you employ people who are in a family together or are dating, like myself and Cristian, because of the days off and whatnot, they want time together right? Well we endured separate days off for almost 2 months with the promise that she was going to change the schedule. Also, she had him working mornings and me working evenings, leaving no free time even during the day. It took 2 months to get her to let me work mornings, and now almost 3 to give us at least one day off together, and all she does is bitch and complain about how she shouldn't have hired me. Well, she needed a cashier and I was available to start right that second. She didn't have to, but she did. She talks shit about me to her other employees, how I don't know what to do and I forget stuff and I don't know how to mop apparently. The mopping thing is a great story actually - &lt;br /&gt;I worked with her one day at the restaurant and we were closing. I had to mop the floors, this is an old restaurant with a lot of traffic patterns left on the tile floor mind you. So I mopped like any normal person would mop, but apparently I didn't dip the mop in the water enough so I had to do it again. THEN there was a section of the floor that "still looked black" so I had to mop it 3 MORE TIMES before she mopped it over herself, it wasn't shit that could be mopped, it was A TRAFFIC PATTERN. She doesn't seem to understand the concept of people wearing marks into old floors. She told everyone that worked with her the next day (including Cristian umm WHAT? HA) that I couldn't mop and I am slow and all this other shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, things like that, it pretty much continues like that with everything, she makes me sweep outside the store when it's windy because there are leaves which yes make it look a little dirty but as soon as I sweep them up there are more leaves to replace them already. I spent an hour sweeping leaves and finally gave up when she left that day. If there is nothing to do she makes us clean EVERYTHING, even if it's already clean. No matter what I do I can't impress this woman, so I just gave up like a month ago and now I just do what I know is my job and say yes or ok or whatever to her when she says to do something and I do it.&lt;br /&gt;DEFINITELY looking for a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, the leaves are changing and it's getting cold, and unlike Vegas it rains out here, A LOT, in the winter especially so I can't wait for that first rain. 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