<?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-3583213</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:43:42.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oddball</title><subtitle type='html'>journal</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>204</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-106790908933640767</id><published>2003-11-03T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T20:26:55.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys...all of you who still even check this. which i think is no one but if you do, my new journal is at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.deadjournal.com/~sapphieiiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note the double p in the username. don't screw up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-106790908933640767?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/106790908933640767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/106790908933640767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106790908933640767' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-106597498215944362</id><published>2003-10-12T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T12:09:42.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: ill]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: tori amos - past the mission]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last car ride: last night, home from carytown.&lt;br /&gt;Last kiss: friday.&lt;br /&gt;Last good cry: friday.&lt;br /&gt;Last library book checked out: something for vjas research. a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;Last movie seen: pump up the volume. or genghis blues in russian class. last week.&lt;br /&gt;Last book read: i don't remember. something over the hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;Last cuss word uttered: damnit.&lt;br /&gt;Last beverage drank: water, with my asprin this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Last food consumed: pizza yesterday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Last crush: uh, a really long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call: to me, from brianna yesterday. from me, to my softball coach, explaining i'm sick and can't make the games.&lt;br /&gt;Last TV show watched: don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;Last time showered: last night.&lt;br /&gt;Last shoes worn: regular orangey sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;Last CD played: tori amos - under the pink.&lt;br /&gt;Last item bought: reese's cups inside out.&lt;br /&gt;Last downloaded: long time ago. dunno, probably something taking back sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Last annoyance: brianna trying to figure something out.&lt;br /&gt;Last disappointment: brianna and alyssa leaving last night.&lt;br /&gt;Last soda drank: 7up? dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Last thing written: beginning of a story last night.&lt;br /&gt;Last word spoken: "no, thanks."&lt;br /&gt;Last IM: nathan.&lt;br /&gt;Last ice cream eaten: cookie dough, last week.&lt;br /&gt;Last time amused: something alyssa told me about brianna.&lt;br /&gt;Last time in love: currently.&lt;br /&gt;Last time hugged: last night bri hugged me when she left.&lt;br /&gt;Last time scolded: when was the last time i was at my mom's house?&lt;br /&gt;Last time resentful: fall fest.&lt;br /&gt;Last chair sat in: the one i'm in right now.&lt;br /&gt;Last lipstick used: not applicable. mint chapstick last night though.&lt;br /&gt;Last underwear worn: light blue with funny-looking cows on 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Last bra worn: white?&lt;br /&gt;Last time dancing: fall festival with nathan. in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Last poster looked at: one in plan 9.&lt;br /&gt;last show attended: doobie brothers, i think. or the eagles.&lt;br /&gt;Last web page visited: dorothy's journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see everyone tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-106597498215944362?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/106597498215944362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/106597498215944362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106597498215944362' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-106564996218596868</id><published>2003-10-08T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T17:52:41.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: achey]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: gary jules - mad world]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthdays to becca and stuart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's been a while...sorry. i'm going crazy though. i'm so confused about everything right now. okay, not everything. but if i've seemed sorta distant or self-absorbed recently, it's because i have been. and i'm sorry. i just need some thinking time. but know that i appreciate each of you infinitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1060129645_ikeautumn2.jpg" border="0" alt="Season = Autumn"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Most Like The Season Autumn ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're warm, and the most approachable. You have&lt;br&gt;that gentle prescence about you. People can&lt;br&gt;relate to you, and find you easy company.&lt;br&gt;However it's likely you've been hurt in the&lt;br&gt;past and it has left you scarred so things can&lt;br&gt;become rather chilly with you at times. Being&lt;br&gt;the third Season in, you're mature, trustworthy&lt;br&gt;and loyal to your friends but prone to&lt;br&gt;depression and negative thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done... You're the shy and sensitive season :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Season%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;?? Which Season Are You ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-106564996218596868?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/106564996218596868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/106564996218596868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106564996218596868' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-106442706769814979</id><published>2003-09-24T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T14:11:07.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: pajamas]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: the winter vacancy - cotton socks &amp; cement shoes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while, huh? well, we had fun monday tuesday wednesday. now that school's been out for a week because of a severely lovely storm. and for that we thank god. well, we would, if we were the religious sorts. ho hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only four trees down in my yard, guys. no power for a little more than a day and i'm not complaining 'cause some of you are still out of it. ::cough::julie::cough:: and parker too? i dunno. i hope he and becca had a fun time at the coheed &amp; cambria show. dorothy, stuart, naomi, and i had a fun time at julie's house, playing twister by candle light. okay, so we had lights at that point in time but it was only 'cause of the generator. shh. oh, and we ate tacos con frijoles, arroz, guacamole, cebollas, salsa y queso. and lots of other stuff, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still haven't done all my homework that was due last thursday. i'm beginning to feel guilty but...i'll consider doing it if it gets to be dinner time and our school's still not on the closings list. maybe. how 'bout that creative writing story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061401756_topdreams2.jpg" border="0" alt="Morpheus"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Morpheus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Of%20The%20Greek%20Gods%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jsimner/1062436747_sixteen.jpg" border="0" alt="My inner child is sixteen years old today"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;My inner child is sixteen years old!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while&lt;br&gt;adults might just accept that, I know&lt;br&gt;something's gotta change. And it's gonna&lt;br&gt;change, just as soon as I become an adult and&lt;br&gt;get some power of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jsimner/quizzes/How%20Old%20is%20Your%20Inner%20Child%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How Old is Your Inner Child?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm out, guys. love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-106442706769814979?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/106442706769814979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/106442706769814979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106442706769814979' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-106355919477049947</id><published>2003-09-14T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T13:06:34.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: relaxed]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: counting crows - ana begins]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god. we finished our first full week of school successfully. it's a good thing. not too much homework, yet. i hope everyone is feeling okay about everything. i had a hard beginning of the week but i'm fine now so if you were worried, stop, if not, don't start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to nathan's friday night died of laughter every five minutes. melenbrink rode his bike there in the rain and looked like a stray, shaggy dog by the time he got there. also, funny. we let him in and he dried off. we hung out for a while before deciding to venture to carytown in the rain. visited stavros at the montana gold bread place and got free muffins and rolls. (mmm!) then the three of us went to guitar works, where i met adrian and scored a tacky umbrella. with a split. nathan and i were hunched under it on our way back to collect stavros when the wind turned it inside out and ripped off two of the "ribs". (you know, the metal sticks that &lt;s&gt;hold&lt;/s&gt; are supposed to hold the umbrella up.) it was pretty pathetic. but we got stavros, played the shopping cart game, went back to nathan's, watched the simpsons, and walked to the byrd. watched "johnny english" and then played foosball in the basement. i so won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday my dad, elizabeth, nathan and i went to see "matchstick men," which i thought was really good. then nathan and i went to the art museum and spent twenty minutes staring at this one painting called "understanding of self-hate." it was...awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, they shouldn't put cameras in places people can't see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was church (bleh) and later i have softball games (bleh). i like softball but sometimes i really don't feel like going. like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance class starts wednesday. i'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"she's talking in her sleep, it's keeping me awake. and ana begins to toss and turn. and every word is nonsense but i understand and oohhh, i'm not ready for this sort of thing." --countingcrows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-106355919477049947?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/106355919477049947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/106355919477049947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106355919477049947' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-106288243695984256</id><published>2003-09-06T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T18:19:21.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: numb]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: offspring - self esteem]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever i did definitely doesn't deserve two weeks without telephone, IM or plans with friends. they're stupid and insane and i hate them. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished the first week of school. wasn't so bad. the only class i don't have any friends in is spanish, but that's okay 'cause i think this soap opera thing is going to be entertaining. and my table isn't too bad. i've made the executive decision that mister white is the best teacher in ever. and i have him for russian &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; global studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent forver (approximately three hours) at the vcu library and FINALLY found stuff i could use for my vjas paper sources. finally. it's gonna suck to make thirty notecards by tuesday morning. i guess i'll manage. but, like i said, it's gonna suck. but i have nothing else to do this weekend (a result of being grounded) so i guess i can get all of monday's homework finished and since i've done everything except global studies that's due tuesday, probably i'll get that over with as well. you know, you can dropkick me at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like school. may i please be excused?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-106288243695984256?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/106288243695984256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/106288243695984256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106288243695984256' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-106245011650480535</id><published>2003-09-01T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T17:01:56.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: apathetic]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: presidents of the usa - lump]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.californiaspecial.com/photogallery/BobTeets1&gt;my car.&lt;/a&gt; i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julie's party was a fun time. i especially enjoyed the walk we took in a our pj's. thanks, becca, for teaching me colorblind on the piano. i love that song. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no clue about vjas so please no one ask me. i don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've lost my appetite and it's confusing. besides that, i'm a full-out vegetarian now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing more to say. i think i'll post a circle story from the car ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the glass eyeball rolled across the skating rink as / the skaters dodged it one slipped and fell the eyeball went / flying until it landed on the tip of the eifel tower / someone who was looking off the top threw it back down. / when it hit ashley on the head, she started singing that song by / joe nicols and wandering carelessly down the busy interstate when a truck pulled over and / the driver said, "it's an eyeball, you ignorant, pierced-ear piece of pus" / to the person in back who only understood pig-latin. / "y-whay ould-way ou-yay o-day at-thay?!" she yelled to the hogs in front of the counter. / they were terribly offended and started to cry. they explained that they were on the way to the meat factory when / a drunk, nine-year-old girl came out of nowhere, tied them up, got them naked, spread peanut butter all over them, and set a great dane loose on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that last part and the bit about the pierced-ear piece of pus were my sister. yeah, i'm worried too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-106245011650480535?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/106245011650480535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/106245011650480535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106245011650480535' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-106227210802095601</id><published>2003-08-30T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T15:35:08.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: queasy]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: saves the day - freakish]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never, ever, EVER ingest lots of dairy on an empty stomach. ::runs to bathroom:: seriously, guys. EVER. we didn't have any food in the house after being gone for two weeks so i didn't have breakfast or lunch and then my mom did the grocery thing in the afternoon. since i was going to my dad's around 5:30 and i knew he'd cook dinner, i didn't eat then. and because i hadn't had milk in about forever, i had two glasses with dinner and for desert i ate a couple containers of yogurt. (i regret this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trip was good, minus nagging parents but ashley and i had a fun time making jokes about them. (for example: "hi, i'm hitler; GET IN THE TRUCK!" and "hi, i'm frank&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; and i have a sequoia up my ass.") oh, and i got grounded. so on the off chance that i was going to be invited to anything next weekend, um, sorry, but i can't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bryce canyon was cooler than the grand canyon (in my opinion) because it had "hoodoos" and spires and was prettier colors. at yellowstone we had a herd of buffalo surround our truck on the road. (we had to stop the car and wait for them to amble themselves out of our way.) also saw two bald eagles, a black bear, some elk, and two california condors&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;. saw old faithful and other geysers as well as some boiling puddles of mud that smelled like sulfer. (whee!) after yellowstone we stopped at everyone's favorite place. give up? mount rushmore. you're so jealous. they tried to sell me a 28-page book for $9.95. ::snort:: 'cause i want to read lincoln's poetry. right i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, some time along the way our camper broke down and we went to wallyworld to purchase a tent. and set it up in the dark for the first time. and ended up giving up on the rainfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw a really sweet car. it is now my life goal to acquire one. (i fail.) mid-60's (not sure if it was '65, '66 or '67 'cause it's rare and frank couldn't tell 'cause the back end was completely different) mustang "california special" in teal. with matching interior. maybe you guys could pitch in and get me one for christmas. or it could be a christmas/birthday gift. i figure each of you would only have to contribute $86456513772189. ...i'll be your best friiieeend.... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to breakfast with nathan this mornng. baker's crust. yum. i'm looking forward to our girls' night. i'll get my homework done eventually and school will start in...some days. is today saturday? julie's cousin pretended to be me at orientation so she could get my schedule and locker combination to give me on sunday. which is the girls' night. which is...tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;my stepdad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;only about a hundred left. very rare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-106227210802095601?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/106227210802095601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/106227210802095601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106227210802095601' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-106096042147176291</id><published>2003-08-15T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T11:18:03.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gone in an hour. back in 14 days. plan something for the weekend before school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-106096042147176291?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/106096042147176291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/106096042147176291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106096042147176291' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-106077849057248130</id><published>2003-08-13T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T08:46:45.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: sleepily excited]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: a perfect circle - three libras]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we came in second in the (softball) tournament this year. the trophie is purple. does that make any kind of sense? i have five gold, three silver, two red, two blue, one teal, one green, and now, one purple. criminy. the others' colors either had to do with the actual place we earned or our team's color. my uniform is black and teal. and i don't know why i'm writing this--i guess it annoys me more than i thought. we'll call it a rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more community service this summer, yes! i came home and did a dance and sang, "noooo morrree worrk this summerrr, noooo morre work this suummer!" hahaha! c'mon, be excited &lt;s&gt;for&lt;/s&gt; with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday, paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days 'til i leave: 2. don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;day i get back: 29&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-106077849057248130?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/106077849057248130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/106077849057248130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106077849057248130' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-106052623064530706</id><published>2003-08-10T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T10:37:10.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: strung-out]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: john hiatt - cry love]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"now whatcha gonna do&lt;br /&gt;when the planet shifts&lt;br /&gt;whatcha gonna do&lt;br /&gt;gonna slit your wrists&lt;br /&gt;bleed all over the milky way&lt;br /&gt;the stars in your eyes look red today...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;cry love, cry love&lt;br /&gt;the tears of an angel&lt;br /&gt;the tears of a dove&lt;br /&gt;spilling all over,&lt;br /&gt;your heart from above&lt;br /&gt;cry love, cry love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- john hiatt - cry love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting only forty-five minutes of sleep in forty-eight hours is not so much fun....that was a fun party though. rummykub (pronounced: rummy cube) and karoke and ddr as well as watching disney movies. beauty and the beast and the jungle book. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who do not read failsafe (approximately two), i will post a poem i wrote recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the letter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sticky insanity lines the paper folds.&lt;br /&gt;margarita licks the salt of her lips&lt;br /&gt;and her burgundy, pillowy tongue&lt;br /&gt;kisses the insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her nerve ends, tangled and loose,&lt;br /&gt;flip a purple switch to begin a process&lt;br /&gt;she tries to avoid between the hours of&lt;br /&gt;twelve and twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a frail, papery letter within said folds.&lt;br /&gt;but once the asylum is entered&lt;br /&gt;and the heavy metal sealed and bolted behind,&lt;br /&gt;only one escape exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nails of protein and the glass-shard eyes&lt;br /&gt;of her familiar stranger&lt;br /&gt;must break the promise of insanity—&lt;br /&gt;unbar the door and rape the innocent guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spread her legs easy—ain’t no thing.&lt;br /&gt;uneasy, black loops and the book of revelation.&lt;br /&gt;this familiar stranger slides in and reads her&lt;br /&gt;like a book, a chapter, a line, a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and margarita cringes, cries, convulses:&lt;br /&gt;she is voluntarily violated and all by her own undoing.&lt;br /&gt;her horny, loving, desperate stranger&lt;br /&gt;prods and discovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until.&lt;br /&gt;he realizes this asylum, this womb, this envelope,&lt;br /&gt;all hers, contains only bad news.&lt;br /&gt;and all melts away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-devo jones. (devon gray.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days 'til i leave: 5. don't cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-106052623064530706?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/106052623064530706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/106052623064530706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106052623064530706' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-106011761243285162</id><published>2003-08-05T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T17:27:29.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: resentful]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: jewel - little sister]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, little sister, i heard you went to mr. so-and-so,&lt;br /&gt;knock-knock-knocking on his door again last night,&lt;br /&gt;said you needed it bad--you know that ain't right&lt;br /&gt;'cause so many times you've come to me crying&lt;br /&gt;trying to stop. you said it hurts so bad&lt;br /&gt;but please don't let you&lt;br /&gt;go back for more.&lt;br /&gt;my little sister is a zombie in a body&lt;br /&gt;with no soul in a role.&lt;br /&gt;she has learned to play in a world today&lt;br /&gt;where nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;but it matters, we gotta start feeding our souls,&lt;br /&gt;not our addiction or afflictions of pain&lt;br /&gt;to avoid the same questions we must&lt;br /&gt;ask ourselves to get any answers.&lt;br /&gt;we gotta start feeding our souls&lt;br /&gt;have been lost to the millions with lots&lt;br /&gt;who feed on addiction selling pills and what's hot&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could save her from all their delusions,&lt;br /&gt;all the confusion&lt;br /&gt;of of a nation that starves for salvation&lt;br /&gt;but clothing is the closest approximation&lt;br /&gt;to god and he only knows that drugs&lt;br /&gt;are all we know and love&lt;br /&gt;every day we starve while we eat white bread&lt;br /&gt;and beer.&lt;br /&gt;and instead of a handshake or hug&lt;br /&gt;we spill the pills and sweep them&lt;br /&gt;under the rug.&lt;br /&gt;my little sister is a zombie in a body&lt;br /&gt;with no soul, in a role she has learned to play&lt;br /&gt;in a world today where nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;but it matters, we gotta start feeding our souls&lt;br /&gt;hey little sister i heard you went to mr. so-and-so's&lt;br /&gt;knock-knock-knockin' on his door again last night,&lt;br /&gt;said you needed more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--jewel - little sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x i heart coffee:&lt;/strong&gt; i had to find something deep inside of me and pull it out. it was my gallbladder. so i put it back in and i found determination. it was like fishing for organs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sapphieiiz:&lt;/strong&gt; hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x i heart coffee:&lt;/strong&gt; and i got a laugh. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sapphieiiz:&lt;/strong&gt; don't get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sapphieiiz:&lt;/strong&gt; ::reaches deep inside and finds bitchermination::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x i heart coffee:&lt;/strong&gt; is that like a kitchen tool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sapphieiiz:&lt;/strong&gt; yes; i used it to chop, slice, then dice your being in one fell swoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x i heart coffee:&lt;/strong&gt; thats hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sapphieiiz:&lt;/strong&gt; mhmm. $21.99 at sears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x i heart coffee:&lt;/strong&gt; you were flustered for a minute there, admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sapphieiiz:&lt;/strong&gt; was not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x i heart coffee:&lt;/strong&gt; ::points:: flustered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x i heart coffee:&lt;/strong&gt; well if you werent flustered its cos i'm so damn sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x i heart coffee:&lt;/strong&gt; nooooow youre flustered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x i heart coffee:&lt;/strong&gt; eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sapphieiiz:&lt;/strong&gt; ::snaps your finger in half and shoves it down your throat:: flustered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x i heart coffee:&lt;/strong&gt; confused maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x i heart coffee:&lt;/strong&gt; not flustered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sapphieiiz:&lt;/strong&gt; uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sapphieiiz:&lt;/strong&gt; choked on your finger yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x i heart coffee:&lt;/strong&gt; ::holds off on making sexual jokes:: ...no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sapphieiiz:&lt;/strong&gt; that's good. i wouldn't want it to block the passage way of your determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sapphieiiz:&lt;/strong&gt; i think i win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x i heart coffee:&lt;/strong&gt; you didnt win. i wasnt going to dignify that with a response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x i heart coffee:&lt;/strong&gt; but okay, fine, devon. you win. you're so above me; i am so lowly. i can only hope to catch a glint of light from the brightness that is your being. o, wonderful queen, you are ruler of my body, soul, and mind. i apologize for ever challenging you and thinking, for whatever reason, that i possibly had the slightest chance EVER to even consider the notion of comping close to almost tying you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so that last bit there didn't actually happen. but he knows it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;split lip + oj&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; = pout-age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; simpson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-106011761243285162?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/106011761243285162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/106011761243285162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106011761243285162' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-105994810149253294</id><published>2003-08-03T18:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T18:01:41.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: undecided...maybe i feel indecisive]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: nonpoint - what a day]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went camping. meant to tell you guys. sorry. i'm back now. stuart and i were talking and thought maybe it would be cool for the corner crew to have a camping trip. we'll see. ::glances around::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways. tournament for softball is this week. double elimination. i kinda hope we suck except for the part where i want to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a whole lot of nothing to say. sore throat. softball. camping. i'm almost finished with "all quiet on the western front." i should read right now. but i feel like sleep. or music. or nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would it be stupid to say i want school to start again? i almost do. it's just that now i have hours and hours with my mom and sister and no you guys. at least during school we can focus our bitching at teachers and homework instead of at each other or family or whateverelse. we have things to occupy our minds during the day, even if technically we are asleep, and during lunch we can hang out on our block of sidewalk or in the corner after which we are named. and in nice weather we have frisbee. and how about all the classes i'll have with people that i'm looking forward to. creative writing with parker and julie and russian with julie and nathan. i'm hoping i have classes with dorothy, and if becca comes back next year, maybe we'll have math together again. ::sigh:: i need you guys. maybe it's inaccurate for me to say that without school you guys take out frustration with yourselves on your family instead of schoolwork but it's true for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll go ahead and finish my summer assignments by the fourteenth. and i'll go to nathan's aunt's pool party and paul's birthday party. and continue community service and possibly make a trip or two to king's dominion. (if so, ALL OF YOU who have passes are coming with me. yes, a command.) and on the fifteenth i will leave for vacation at the grand canyon, yellowstone, and brice canyon with ashley and enjoy myself. and when i get back i will relax for the last few days of complete freedom. then you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the boxers grow weary, their eyesight blurry..." --carbon leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good evening, loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-105994810149253294?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/105994810149253294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/105994810149253294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105994810149253294' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-105970320038669333</id><published>2003-07-31T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T22:01:36.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you should see me drive. it's so funny: "i'm driiiiiivinnn, look'it me go. oohhhh buddy. whoa. didja see me make that turn?? yeah. you liked it. stayin' buh-tween the lines and ev'rytheeng..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my mom gets annoyed. ::shrug:: i dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on a less amusing note, i went to the doctor's yesterday 'cause my heart has been weird....i had an ekg (the thing with the lines that show my heart beats) done and yeah. apparently, my "p wave" is normal for x number of beats and then all of a sudden my p wave is absent for a few beats. and some of the beats are shorter than others....basically, i have an arrhythmia of sorts. i have to go to the hospital to get an "echo" done. (i think it's some sort of ultrasound thingy.) and i might have vpc. i don't remember what the letters stand for, except that the p stands for prolapse. in my words, basically the valve to my atrium is s'posed to open, let blood in, close, open, etc. but part of the valve flips open sometimes and blood flows in the wrong direction. something like that. i think. but no worries, guys. the doc said that one out of ten women have vpc so they don't really consider it a disease....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still kinda scared though. i don't like it that like twice a day my heart beats really hard a couple times and i gasp for breath. i didn't want to tell everyone until i knew it wasn't too serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-105970320038669333?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/105970320038669333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/105970320038669333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105970320038669333' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-105935205655977999</id><published>2003-07-27T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T20:27:36.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: well-rested]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: lonestar - my front porch lookin' in]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my party went fairly well. everyone had a good time, i hope. frisbee, eureka's castle, food, and stoner kid. that's all you need for a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conversation from friday night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nathan:&lt;/strong&gt; you whistle like a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ashley:&lt;/strong&gt; i can't whistle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nathan:&lt;/strong&gt; you whistle like a mute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[name] devo jones...i mean devon amelia gray.&lt;br /&gt;[nicknames] devo, dev, devvie, clifford, smoothie, goldy, enano, and i think that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;[home] henricopolis. (that's seriously what it used to be.)&lt;br /&gt;[birthday] december 26, 1987.&lt;br /&gt;[sign] capricorn.&lt;br /&gt;[eye color] blue-grey. &lt;br /&gt;[hair] brown.&lt;br /&gt;[bf/gf] yup. =)&lt;br /&gt;[school colours] green and white.&lt;br /&gt;[mascot] dragons.&lt;br /&gt;[clothing style] i like blue jeans. and usually a shirt. and i bust out the shoes on special occasions. &lt;br /&gt;[pets] beau, kiwi - dogs; smokey - cat; sylvester, porky - fish. and nine buffalo, named after native american tribes. (i.e. cherokee)&lt;br /&gt;[movie] lots. uhh "good will hunting," "requiem for a dream," "girl, interrupted," "pirates of the caribbean," "the shawshank redemption," "dead poets society." i'll stop there.&lt;br /&gt;[tv show] boy meets world. don't laugh.&lt;br /&gt;[color crayon] the pretty blue one that starts with a c that no one could ever pronounce.&lt;br /&gt;[kind of pens] don't care, as long as it's not erasable or pink.&lt;br /&gt;[flowers] sunflowers.&lt;br /&gt;[juice flavor] apple or cranberry.&lt;br /&gt;[cereal] frosted mini wheats.&lt;br /&gt;[candies] skittles.&lt;br /&gt;[pie flavor] cherry. and that's the only kind.&lt;br /&gt;[ice cream flavor] coffee. or rum raisin.&lt;br /&gt;[skittle flavor] either orange or yellow.&lt;br /&gt;[color m &amp; m] that's just a sugar coating. how stupid. orange.&lt;br /&gt;[pizza topping] mushrooms!&lt;br /&gt;[salad dressing] blue cheese. or italian.&lt;br /&gt;[hangout] the mall! no. um, maymont or carytown.&lt;br /&gt;[saying] tastes like it sounds good to me. here's a clever one: "six of one, half a dozen of the other." it means it don't matta ta me.&lt;br /&gt;[quote] "each one of us is a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, and a criminal." - the breakfast club.&lt;br /&gt;[teacher] mr. berkeley.&lt;br /&gt;[day] wednesday! no. friday or saturday, i s'pose.&lt;br /&gt;[month] october.&lt;br /&gt;[season] autumn.&lt;br /&gt;[number] 13.&lt;br /&gt;[holidays] flag day, fourth of july, and presidents' day.&lt;br /&gt;[shoes] i like to run around barefooted. if not, my brown shoes from seventh grade are sweet.&lt;br /&gt;[store] ellwood thompson's.&lt;br /&gt;[fast food place] if subway doesn't count, wendy's is definitely the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;[restuarants] back when i ate meat i liked extra billy's. but uh...friendly's, for the icecream.&lt;br /&gt;[cars] ford galaxy 500. yum.&lt;br /&gt;[rugrats character] chuckie or suzie.&lt;br /&gt;[daria character] never seen it.&lt;br /&gt;[simpsons character] don't watch it.&lt;br /&gt;[teletubby] see above.&lt;br /&gt;[fair ride] ferris wheel.&lt;br /&gt;[radio station] richmond radio sucks. but B103.7 is alright. and &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt; 101.1 or 102.1.&lt;br /&gt;[font] batang or juice itc.&lt;br /&gt;[color of floppy disk] black. or neon orange.&lt;br /&gt;[person to talk to online] it's not nice to pick favorite people publicly.&lt;br /&gt;[thing to do in the daytime] sleep, read, drive, see friends.&lt;br /&gt;[thing to do at night] sleep, talk to people.&lt;br /&gt;[thing to do in the summer] sleep, read, travel.&lt;br /&gt;[thing to do in the fall] fall ball, play in the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;[thing to do in the spring] softball, spring break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*unfavorites* &lt;br /&gt;[bands] wish-they-were-punk bands (poppunk) like good charlotte and simple plan.&lt;br /&gt;[subject] biology (and all other science classes i've encountered thus far) and geometry.&lt;br /&gt;[food] eggs, red meat, most breakfast foods.&lt;br /&gt;[color] pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this or that* &lt;br /&gt;[boxers or briefs?] boxers.&lt;br /&gt;[plaid or striped?] plaid.&lt;br /&gt;[scream or scream2 or scream3?] none.&lt;br /&gt;[urban legend or the faculty?] haven't seen(?) either.&lt;br /&gt;[ska or punk?] we've been through this. if it's wish-they-were-punk then ska is way better.&lt;br /&gt;[salt or pepper?] pepper.&lt;br /&gt;[rare, medium, or welldone?] i don't do meat.&lt;br /&gt;[m &amp; m's-regular, peanut, peanut-butter, or almond?] they make peanut-butter m&amp;m's?? reg'ler.&lt;br /&gt;[hershey's-hugs or kisses?] kisses.&lt;br /&gt;[chocolate or vanilla?] chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;[bleh or blah?] depends. they are distinctly different.&lt;br /&gt;[okay, ok, or o.k.?] okay. always. unless it's 'kay. but they are technically the same.&lt;br /&gt;[sex, drugs, or rocknroll?] rocknroll.&lt;br /&gt;[shake or stir?] what are we mixing here, guys?&lt;br /&gt;[gray or grey?] grey.&lt;br /&gt;[pens, crayons, pastels, or colored pencils?] pens.&lt;br /&gt;[bright colors or dark colors?] depends.&lt;br /&gt;[fruit at the bottom or pre-stirred?] pre-stirred.&lt;br /&gt;[beavis and butthead, king of the hill, or daria?] none.&lt;br /&gt;[adidas, nike, fila, or reebok?] don't care.&lt;br /&gt;[big red, juicy fruit, or doublemint?] big red.&lt;br /&gt;[tic-tacs or certs?] don't care.&lt;br /&gt;[sunshine or rain] thunderstorms.&lt;br /&gt;[rain or snow?] both are better in storm format. but if only a little of one, rain.&lt;br /&gt;[sun or moon?] moon.&lt;br /&gt;[silver or gold?] silver.&lt;br /&gt;[silk, cotton, or flannel sheets?] cotton or flannel.&lt;br /&gt;[skaters or jocks?] i'm all about the sk8ter bois. ::pukes::&lt;br /&gt;[preps or freaks?] wow.&lt;br /&gt;[cds or cassettes?] cds unless it's spice girls, toni braxton or gordon lightfoot.&lt;br /&gt;[popcorn-with or w/out butter?] not a big fan.&lt;br /&gt;[ketchup, mayo, mustard, or relish?] mustard.&lt;br /&gt;[shampoo+conditioner in one or separate?] question: look at my face. do i care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*what do you think of*&lt;br /&gt;[leonardo Dicaprio] in growing pains, thumbs up. otherwise, ::pulls out knife::&lt;br /&gt;[hanson] used to be obsessed. until i was twelve or so. doesn't mean i don't still listen on occasion.&lt;br /&gt;[calvin klein] ::stares::&lt;br /&gt;[swing music] that shit is tight, especially for dancing.&lt;br /&gt;[pamela anderson lee] is that an actress?&lt;br /&gt;[winnie the Pooh] that is one sexy bear....i mean, aww!&lt;br /&gt;[anime stuff] some of those drawings are sweet but i never got into the anime tv, comics, video games, or porn. sorry, guys.&lt;br /&gt;[wal*mart] ::ambivalence::&lt;br /&gt;[the whole clinton-lewinsky thing] oi.&lt;br /&gt;[supermodels] you mean those girls who starve themselves and wear clothing so expensive i could sell a fur coat and go to med. school and whose five-inch heels i wish they would trip on while strutting down the runway? huh. they're okay, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;[clowns] WHERE?!?! ::whimper::&lt;br /&gt;[media violence] sex and violence, sex and violence, sex and violence, SEX AND VIOLENCE!! *lalala*&lt;br /&gt;[mp3s] are good for downloading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*if you were _______, what would you be?* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[an animal] an owl.&lt;br /&gt;[a fruit] a peach.&lt;br /&gt;[a vegetable] sugarsnappeas. (yes, one word.)&lt;br /&gt;[a spice] old bay or oregano.&lt;br /&gt;[a color] plaid.&lt;br /&gt;[a bug] a dragonfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*short answer* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[are you left handed or right handed?] left.&lt;br /&gt;[are you smart?] i don't think i'm especially book-smart, no.&lt;br /&gt;[whats your middle name?] amelia.&lt;br /&gt;[how many personalities do you have?] i think only one. but it's multifacited.&lt;br /&gt;[how many piercings do you have?] two. but i'm wanting a third...&lt;br /&gt;[are you superstitious?] not really. well, i am kinda for good stuff. i'm selectively superstitious.&lt;br /&gt;[do you read your horoscope?] once.&lt;br /&gt;[can you do a cartwheel?] yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[what languages do you know?] english and spanish.&lt;br /&gt;[do you like onions?] cooked and on pizza or in soup.&lt;br /&gt;[do you like cotton candy?] for the first bite.&lt;br /&gt;[what instruments can you play?] piano, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;[what words do you overuse?] mhmm.&lt;br /&gt;[how many pillows do you have?] two. i like the fat one.&lt;br /&gt;[do you like to dance?] yeah, even if i can't.&lt;br /&gt;[do you like to sing?] yes. =)&lt;br /&gt;[are you any good at it?] ::shrug:: that's a matter of opinion.&lt;br /&gt;[how many cds do you have?] thirty or forty.&lt;br /&gt;[do you like to talk on the phone?] yes, with certain people.&lt;br /&gt;[how many times have you moved houses?] eight.&lt;br /&gt;[what do you think of chain letters?] mostly they're bad.&lt;br /&gt;[do you like where you live?] it'd be better if you guys lived closer.&lt;br /&gt;[is your room messy?] it's organized but messy. it does too make sense. i know where stuff is.&lt;br /&gt;[how many people go to your school?] somewheres between five and seven hundred. not sure.&lt;br /&gt;[do you like your writing?] handwriting or content? well, i guess both are fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;[do you like to fingerpaint?] yes.&lt;br /&gt;[do you sleep with a stuffed animal?] a doll. the only doll i ever liked. but that's 'cause it's not stupid. it's a sweet doll made out of cotton and wool and she has a hat with a pompom on the top.&lt;br /&gt;[do you sleep with socks on?] not usually.&lt;br /&gt;[are you ticklish?] ...nooo...&lt;br /&gt;[are you shy?] at first.&lt;br /&gt;[do you talk to yourself?] yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[is your house 1, 2, or 3 stories?] two plus basement and attic.&lt;br /&gt;[do you have a basement or an attic?] both.&lt;br /&gt;[did you go to preschool?] yup. i rocked kindercare.&lt;br /&gt;[are you a morning person?] not really.&lt;br /&gt;[who has the sexiest voice in the world?] i know!! but not saying.&lt;br /&gt;[who has the most annoying voice in the world?] the lady on the glad bag commercial. &lt;br /&gt;[whats your purity test score?] purity test?&lt;br /&gt;[do you believe in God?] yes.&lt;br /&gt;[do you believe in aliens?] if that's what you want to call them. yeah, i do.&lt;br /&gt;[do you believe in ghosts?] yes but not like white sheet-wearing ones with eyeslits.&lt;br /&gt;[do you believe in bigfoot?] no.&lt;br /&gt;[do you believe in the loch ness monster?] no.&lt;br /&gt;[whats your favorite feature (on yourself)?] eyes.&lt;br /&gt;[what do you do when you're nervous?] bite my nails, tap stuff.&lt;br /&gt;[whos your role model?] jesus. you pick which one.&lt;br /&gt;[what celebrities do you look like?] i don't.&lt;br /&gt;[what celebrities do you act like?] i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;[how old do you wish you were?] sixteen and three months.&lt;br /&gt;[what will you name your daughter?] delia sophía.&lt;br /&gt;[son?] adrian rye.&lt;br /&gt;[have you ever thought you were gonna die?] once in a riptide at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;[wheres the farthest place you ever traveled?] costa rica.&lt;br /&gt;[where do you wanna go?] ireland, haiti, south africa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-105935205655977999?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/105935205655977999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/105935205655977999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105935205655977999' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-105876076675729164</id><published>2003-07-21T00:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T00:12:46.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: floating]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: billy joel - we didn't start the fire]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin nick is the coolest cousin anyone could have. i miss my brianna. california would be an interesting place to visit. stalkers are fun when you haven't met them. i think military swim camp would suck. i love spinach and feta pies. scruffy dogs named bentley who were mistreated as puppies are the sweetest things in the world. "elly will eat it; she eats rocks." ben&amp;jerry's cherry garcia icecream. toe-tickling in backseats of cars should be an olympic sport. "and they say, 'hell naw, i don't like no parfay.'" windshields are difficult to see through when it's dark and they're smeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in closing, i would just like to say that hammocks rock my world. no pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i said "in closing" but i actually have more &lt;em&gt;about which to write.&lt;/em&gt; look at me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how when it's cold, you sometimes cross your arms over your chest to keep warm? well...in that place where your hand touches your cold skin, it gets especially warm, doesn't it? and because it's extra warm, when you remove your hand, it feels colder than the rest of your arm, or colder than it did in the first place, right? well...do you think it can be like that with a person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so cold right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-105876076675729164?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/105876076675729164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/105876076675729164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105876076675729164' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-105847320226073777</id><published>2003-07-17T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T16:20:02.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: all painted-out]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: jurassic 5 - concrete schoolyard]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, oh man. i volunteered for three hours last night at the glen allen cultural arts center for the "grillin' in the garden" night. (a kids' get-together for dinner and games.) i was in charge of face painting. yeah. it was fun. i painted cherries, unicorns, rockets, cats, and flowers, among other things. it was the most traumatizing experience: this kid was like "paint my face like a clown." ::runs, hides under bed, thinks, maybe, just maybe, i will never come out::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"let's take it back to the concrete streets, original beats with real live mc's, playground tactics, no rabbit-in-a-hat tricks, just that classic rap shit from jurassic," jurassic 5 - concrete schoolyard. lalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys, your invitations are in the mail. excuse the stamps; my mom is crazy. (two people got different ones 'cause i had them...sorry to anyone who got the other ones.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;softball on sunday was interesting....see, half my team talks with izzles fo' shizzle. they decided to give people nicknames, as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sydney - siddizzle&lt;br /&gt;joanna (jo) - jizzle&lt;br /&gt;taylor - tay-z (oh buddy...)&lt;br /&gt;ryan - rizzle&lt;br /&gt;sloan - slizzle&lt;br /&gt;me - devizzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention that julie subjected me to ricky on the phone last night...."juliehorse" and "rickygerbil" named me "devegetarian."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-105847320226073777?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/105847320226073777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/105847320226073777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105847320226073777' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-105819899757309021</id><published>2003-07-14T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T12:12:15.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[mood: neutral]&lt;br /&gt;[music: third eye blind - motorcycle drive-by]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got community service spouting from my back end. whee. somebody needs to get that lady a job. i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweat. dirt. sun. that sums up my weekend. if you'd like a better description, read the following sentence. i played lots tons of softball, drank gallons of water, and made a couple visits to carytown (and the bathroom, what, with all that water-drinking). thanks to mitch, i got a pin for my bag that says devo on it. you must whip it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“good will hunting,"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;monologue&lt;/em&gt; – matt damon (&lt;em&gt;will hunting&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;say i'm working at n.s.a. somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. so i take a shot at it and maybe i break it. and i'm real happy with myself, because i did my job well. but maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in north africa or the middle east. once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people i never had a problem with get killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the politicians are sayin', "send in the marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. it won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. just like it wasn't them when their number got called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the national guard. it'll be some guy from southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. and he comes home to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. and the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. meanwhile my buddy from southie realizes the only reason he was over there was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. and of course the oil companies used the skirmish to scare up oil prices so they could turn a quick buck. a cute, little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. and naturally they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink seven and sevens and play slalom with the icebergs and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil, and kills all the sea-life in the north atlantic. so my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive so he's got to walk to the job interviews which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. and meanwhile he's starvin' 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue-plate special they're servin' is north atlantic scrod with quaker state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what'd i think? i'm holdin' out for somethin' better. i figure i'll eliminate the middle man. why not just shoot my buddy, take his job and give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the national guard? christ, i could be elected president.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-105819899757309021?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/105819899757309021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/105819899757309021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105819899757309021' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-105811729584093290</id><published>2003-07-13T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T13:28:15.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[mood: oppressed]&lt;br /&gt;[music: stone temple pilots - big empty]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-105811729584093290?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/105811729584093290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/105811729584093290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105811729584093290' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-105770217719630463</id><published>2003-07-08T18:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T23:04:48.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: tired]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: stiff little fingers - johnny was]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="240"bgcolor="#e7e4e4"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Conscious self&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Overall self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://similarminds.com/images/2w1.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://similarminds.com/images/9w8-mean.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;Take Free Enneagram Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it just me or are my numbers way weird? every one else got like 4 and 5 or 8 and 9 or 3 and 4 but mine are like, 2...9. ::shrug::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helped my cousins pack and move on monday... i probably won't see them again until next easter, since they're in florida now. =( i miss nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick and i had a good time "helping with the packing." we hid behind his mattress, which was leaning up against the wall in his room. conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: you got a tissue?&lt;br /&gt;him: i got a used one...&lt;br /&gt;me: no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;him: i got a pillow...&lt;br /&gt;me: naw, man.&lt;br /&gt;him: i got a mattress...&lt;br /&gt;me: i'm good.&lt;br /&gt;him: a shoe?&lt;br /&gt;me: *snort*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think that pretty much took care of the original problem. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to a flea(?) market on saturday with nathan. we got the coolest shirts you've ever seen. from like, the seventies or something. they're rockin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, yeah. i went to king's dominion yesterday. parker wouldn't come with me. he tried to get by with the excuse that he had two doctor appointments or something. so overdone. really, chris. but nathan came and we had fun goin' on the rides and MAN. you shoulda seen me! i took on the hypersonic xlc. when i was through with that pansy of a rollercoaster, it went crying to all the others whose asses i whooped. wish you'd been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and then i had another seven hours of community service again today. like last post, which was a week ago. i mean...NOT being a slacker about updating....sorry, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;softball practice calls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-105770217719630463?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/105770217719630463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/105770217719630463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105770217719630463' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-105711806966788644</id><published>2003-07-01T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T23:56:17.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: existing]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: guster – amsterdam]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/Q/Queenselphie/1053452237_Hpadfoot.jpg" border="0" alt="sirius"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sirius Black and you would go very well together&lt;br&gt;indeed! His dark past, absolute loyalty,&lt;br&gt;genunine nature and canine traits are perfect&lt;br&gt;for you! woof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Queenselphie/quizzes/Which%20man%20from%20harry%20potter%20should%20you%20date%3F%20(for%20girls)%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which man from harry potter should you date? (for girls) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JKMHorse:&lt;/strong&gt; faster than the speed of light, i eat my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sapphieiiz:&lt;/strong&gt; so how quickly does the speed of light dine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JKMHorse:&lt;/strong&gt; 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had this great dream last friday night. wow. it was the friday before i was s’posed to get up early and drive home from maine, right? well in my dream, julie somehow appeared at the cottage where i was staying. we went up on top of the roof and she pulled out a few joints. we got high, and talked for a little while. then in my dream, i actually went back to my bed. well, i woke up around five in the morning, for some reason, knowing my dad would come in in a little while...well then i started flipping out ‘cause my dad would smell me and i’d be in trouble...that’s how real the dream seemed. then i remembered that julie couldn’t have just appeared. and she can’t drive and her parents certainly wouldn’t drive her up to maine to smoke with me on my roof. so i calmed down and enjoyed the fifteen minutes of sleep i had before my dad woke me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i worked seven hours at virginia blood services. whee. softball games tonight: won the first against the beaverdam bandits, 8-2. the second one we started but they postponed it ‘cause there was lightning. tomorrow looks like nathan, zaq, and ashley nanco are coming over to hang out. should be a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x i heart coffee:&lt;/strong&gt; the baked apples would get all over the judges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dare you to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g’night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-105711806966788644?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/105711806966788644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/105711806966788644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105711806966788644' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-105699168407925934</id><published>2003-06-30T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T12:48:32.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: slightly annoyed]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: hot hot heat - bandages]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine Eak 13: ::whines:: parrkeerrrrr, i have no sex drivvvvvuh&lt;br /&gt;x i heart coffee: maybe you need a new engine. ::growls:: ahah. i am so damn sexy its disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::dies::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You North Americans are very lucky. You are fighting the most important fight of all - you live in the heart of the beast."  -Che Guevara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=) =) =) =) =) =)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee. and i have nothing to write about, despite my absence for a week and a half. maine was relaxing. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half-ass post. go ahead, drown me with a milkshake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-105699168407925934?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/105699168407925934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/105699168407925934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105699168407925934' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-95690698</id><published>2003-06-15T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T14:43:10.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: hot]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: train - i am]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// series one - self&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Name: devon.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Birth date: 12/26/87.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Birthplace: portland, maine.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Current Location: henrico.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Eye Color: blue-grey.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Hair Color: blonding brown.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Righty or Lefty: lefty.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Zodiac Sign: capricorn.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Innie or Outtie: innie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// series two - describe &lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Your heritage: german, irish, danish, other european stuff.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; The shoes you wore today: my worn brown shoes from 7th grade.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Your hair: shoulders?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Your eyes: almond-shaped. (how d'you like that one?)&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Your weakness:  weakness in others.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Your fears: frank the bunny. heights.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Your perfect pizza: cheese and spinach.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; One thing you'd like to achieve: having something of mine published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// series three - what is &lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Your most overused phrase on aol\aim: mhmm.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Your thoughts first waking up: what time is it? and what's today?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; The first feature you notice in the opposite sex: laugh, hair, hands.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Your best physical features: adrian says my face. julie and dorothy say eyes.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Your usual bedtime: i try for 11, but...&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Your greatest accomplishment: "having the coolest friends ever." -julie. yup.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Your best memory: plenty. some time at ashley's house or with brianna. or riding in paul's car or with the corner crew at maymont. or taking walks with nathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// series four - do you &lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Smoke: nope.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Cuss: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Sing well: ::shrug::&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Want to go to college: we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Like high school: it's pretty good, minus the work and the Annoying Ones.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Want to get married: yep.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Type with your fingers on the right keys: yep.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Believe in yourself: at times. usually.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Get motion sickness: airplanes = death.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Think you're attractive: you want me.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Think you're a health freak: not really.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Like thunderstorms: yes.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Play an instrument: piano, kindasorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// series five - in the past month, did/have you&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Drank alcohol: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Smoke(d): no.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Done a drug: nope. nah.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Made Out: yyyup.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Gone on a date: mhmm.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Gone to the mall: nope.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Been on stage: huh uh.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Been dumped: no.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Gone skating: nope.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Made homemade cookies: unfortunately, no.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Gone skinny dipping: no..&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Dyed your hair: nop.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Stolen anything: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// series six - have you ever? &lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Played a game that required removal of clothing?: strip basketball. and i suck at basketball, too.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; If so, was it mixed company: yeah. but i didn't get &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; naked. not by a long shot.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: yep.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Been caught "doing something": mhmm.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Gotten beaten up: i beat up a girl once. when i was eight. and i still see her when i play her in softball.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Shoplifted: nope.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Changed who you were to fit in: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// series seven - the future &lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Age you hope to be married: there's no race.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Numbers and Names of Children: three. names...um. kurt oswald, asia sophía, adrian rye.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Describe your Dream Wedding: only close friends and family, nghttime at the ocean. pretty jazz music.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; What age do you want to die: when i'm finished.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; What countr[ies] would you most like to visit: italy, ireland, peru, amsterdam.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Current Clothes: jeans, white socks, and the a white tanktop.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Current Mood: hot and sore.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Current Taste: 7-up.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Current Hair: hangin down.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Current Annoyance: the sunburn on the backs of my knees.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Current Smell: eggrolls.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Current thing you ought to be doing: studying for history exam tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Current Desktop Picture: my dad has a picture of me and one of my sister on the desktop.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Current Favorite bands: idlewild, taking back sunday, stroke 9.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Current Book: "the virgin suicides" and "the boy next door."&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Current DVD In Player: my big fat greek wedding.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Current Worry: history exam tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Current Crush: well, there is this one guy...and then there's my boyfriend. you pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey kids, i should let you know that i am going to lynchburg from wednesday to friday and once i get back, i leave for maine for a week maybe. i'm not sure how long. i don't actually care. one more day of school and i'm free. that's two more exams: global studies and art. whee. hope everyone has had a good weekend. later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-95690698?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/95690698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/95690698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95690698' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-95649594</id><published>2003-06-13T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T22:46:53.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: worn]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: nothin]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was nice. besides the cramming for exams in the morning and during lunch time. but besides that, i definitely enjoyed the day. i did better on both my spanish and geometry exams than i expected, and this afternoon was the best time i've had all week. went to nathan's afterschool and walked to carytown 'cause julie and parker said they would be down there and we checked the store that sells the frisbees (don't remember the name) and asked the guy who finaly remembered that the kid with the curly hair and the other girl had bought a frisbee about ten minutes before we got there. we walked outside and decided plan 9, across the street, would be a good place to check. eureka. so we hung out for a few hours, ate, sat on the sidewalk, sang (kinda...well i did), talked, and played i spy. we ran into so many people from school--it was insane. that includes my &lt;i&gt;favorite person ever&lt;/i&gt;, from whom we DIDN'T get up and run away...wow. it was hilarious. yup, so then becca came and mary dropped by and we played with the new frisbee and were going to go to the byrd, but they closed the ticket booth by the time everybody got there and...oh well. but then everyone left and nathan and i went back to his house and watched peter pan. i mean...NOT watching disney kids' movies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/ColdTuesday/1052863866_TheMercilessChild.JPG" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8702e3c)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Merciless Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ColdTuesday/quizzes/What%20sign%20of%20the%20Black%20Zodiac%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What sign of the Black Zodiac are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how 'bout that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-95649594?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/95649594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/95649594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95649594' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-95411875</id><published>2003-06-07T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T15:09:06.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: guilty]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: train - drops of jupiter]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. look at me go: studying and everything...for those exams...wait, what classes do i take again? ::sigh:: stupid end of the year. although, that means that summer is practically aquí. entonces, estoy alegra, feliz, y contenta. =) yes. synonyms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"so tell me, did you sail across the sun? did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded? that heaven is overrated. tell me: did you fall for a shootin star, one without a permanent scar and did you miss me while you were lookin for yourself out there? . . . can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken, your best friend always stickin up for you--even when i know you're wrong? can you imagine no first dance, freeze-dried romance, five-hour phone conversation, the best soy latte that you ever had...and me?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to nathan's last night and we had to babysit some little kid, wolfgang--wolfie for short, for a couple hours. that was a good time--hiding the balloon and throwing nathan's hat around--until little wolfie started shrieking and beating us up. then it would be defined as a bad time. but we "distributed" him to nathan's mom and went to hang out on his roof for a while. then "meet the parents." funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been low-key and i intend for it to stay that way. maybe work on studying for bio or lit. hm. oh, look at the time, gotta go retrieve julie in about an hour and bring her back to my house. we are going to a play tonight so that should be interesting. hope it's as wonderfully ridiculous as last time. ::remembers, dies:: so anyways, i hafta go clean my room for julie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listoooo...va!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-95411875?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/95411875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/95411875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95411875' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-95304292</id><published>2003-06-04T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T18:53:11.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: annoyed/frustrated]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: idlewild - american english]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the crappiest day i've had in a long time. maybe i should be grateful? but it sucked. i had my little near-fainting incident during bio when they started dissecting rats...and they were &lt;i&gt;yellow&lt;/i&gt;. ::shivers:: but i guess that turned out okay 'cause i shakily made it down to the clinic and slept through third block. then i definitely failed that firc test this afternoon. stupid statistics: why do there have to be so many letters and formulas? ::sigh:: then i had to search frantically for a ride home, since my parents couldn't inform me in time that i needed to call my bus driver and tell her to come so i could go home. (she only has four people who ride from school and since one of them now has his driver's liscence, and the other two stay after school now, she doesn't come out to gov's unless we call her in advance.) but i'm fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will all, i'm sure, be thrilled to know that i have implemented a harry potter book five countdown in the column to the right. check it out! you're excited. yup. only eight actual school days left. ::jitters:: we got yearbooks today and i am &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; waiting for the creative writing class to publish the lit mag. get on that, guys! is the talent show this friday? is anyone going to that? let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this song. all of you are required to dl idlewild - american english. yes, required.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-95304292?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/95304292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/95304292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95304292' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-95242579</id><published>2003-06-03T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T12:24:28.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: ill]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: bim skala bim - dotted line]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to my ska cd. (many thanks to julie...) i feel like eating chinese food. then watching "the breakfast club." and then taking a nap and baking cookies. too bad i don't have access to take-out, or movies. and going downstairs to cook requires energy. ::sigh:: woe is me. (do you feel the emotional sincerity?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Kenster/quizzes/How%20straight%20edge%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/Kenster/1051120212_tures_0006.jpg" border="0" alt="erich"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How straight edge are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah....i'm not sure if this is saying that i'm straight edge because i'm ignorant/naive or that because i'm informed, i don't need to not be straight edge. (yeah, a double-negative, but it's what i mean. i don't mean "i need to be straight egde." maybe i could say "i &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; be straight edge. yeah, there we go.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/Speechless/1053046430_ersonality.jpg" border="0" alt="Don't let yourself get out of hands..."&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a Bar of Soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Speechless/quizzes/What%20Fruity%20Object%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Fruity Object Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.datazap.net/free/masenko/quiz/toe/toe_one.gif" BORDER=0 WIDTH=200 HEIGHT=120 ALT="Which toe are you? o_O~?"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://powersugoi.net/quiz" TARGET="_top"&gt;Which toe are you? o_O~?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like that quiz. (take it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;You are &lt;A HREF="http://store.yahoo.com/thebodyshop-au/70460.html"&gt;Hemp Body Butter&lt;/A&gt; of &lt;A HREF="http://store.yahoo.net/thebodyshop-au/61788.html"&gt;Warming Mineral Mask&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You're a luxurious blend of good things. A natural healer and caregiver, just your mere presence brings instant relief. Selfless and kind, you are the kind of friend that everyone turns to for help and love.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://powersugoi.net/quiz/bodyshop.php" TARGET="_top"&gt;What Body Shop Product Are You&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::spanish conversation filler:: (em...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.datazap.net/free/masenko/quiz/ssm/ssm_oscar.gif" BORDER=0 WIDTH=200 HEIGHT=100 ALT="Which Sesame Street Muppet Are You?"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://powersugoi.net/quiz" TARGET="_top"&gt;Which Sesame Street Muppet Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::spanish conversation filler:: (em...) i think that's enough for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-95242579?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/95242579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/95242579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95242579' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-95168274</id><published>2003-06-01T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T19:51:40.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: carefree]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: blues traveler - run around]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mitch:  if you were a cheese, what kind would you be?&lt;br /&gt;mitch:  jessie just asked me this question. i'm still thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;devo:  hahahah&lt;br /&gt;devo:  nice.&lt;br /&gt;mitch:  oh, such a quandary.&lt;br /&gt;devo:  i think i would be sharp cheddar.&lt;br /&gt;mitch:  i'm still trying to think of all the cheeses i know.&lt;br /&gt;devo:  hahaha, julie, you should be american.&lt;br /&gt;mitch:  ahahahaNO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. much. work. ay, ay, ay! gotta get back to that. history project, bio lab, bio journals, art paper. i can do it. ::mind racing:: i think i can, i think i can. later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-95168274?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/95168274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/95168274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95168274' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-95137994</id><published>2003-05-31T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T22:18:21.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: wonderful]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: counting crows - rain king]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"hey dad, is infinity odd or even?" --my sister, elizabeth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight was great...yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay week, wonderful evening. aaand "that's aaall, folks!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-95137994?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/95137994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/95137994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95137994' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-94972447</id><published>2003-05-27T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T23:56:45.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: pathetic]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: taking back sunday - you know how i do]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we won't stand for hazy eyes anymore..." --tbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;devo: thanks bunches.&lt;br /&gt;stu: your welcome bunches&lt;br /&gt;devo: *you're.&lt;br /&gt;stu: ::givesmiddlefinger:: i don't care&lt;br /&gt;devo: =(&lt;br /&gt;stu: :-P&lt;br /&gt;stu: grammer girl&lt;br /&gt;devo: *grammar.&lt;br /&gt;devo: ::grin::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, stuart. you know it bothers me. i can't help it. i think i'm grammatically obsessive-compulsive. is that possible? if it wasn't, it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;softball banquet tonight. fun time, i guess. doobie brothers concert tomorrow night in innsbrook, should be fun. thursday is some dinner for someone's costa rica project. i should do mine sometime. mm. this weekend is elizabeth's dance recital. saturday i might be going to nathan's to watch "girl, interrupted." good movie. me gusta mucho. then project work like crazy, since i have three major assignments due monday. watch me fail this quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote a poem last night...yeah. too bad it was inspired by something bad. oh well. but things have been pretty okay for the most part. don't have a whole lotta homework, if you don't count long-term assignments. things are wrapping up, coming to a close. it's kinda sad, but mostly i'm just thankful summer is almost here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-94972447?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/94972447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/94972447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94972447' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-94835722</id><published>2003-05-24T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T15:12:36.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: lazy]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: bruce!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;we're vegetables together, damnit!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday...go read julie's blog. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in wintergreen right now, with whom other than...julie. yeah. it's a good time. you can check her blog for what we've been doing for that too. well she just called me lazy, so i'll summarize, which, in theory is just as lazy, but ... oh well. the car ride up here consisted of her dad, her and me singing random music like...counting crows, don mclean, save ferris, offspring, television, the who, bruce springsteen, the clash and several others. it's a two-hour car ride. that was fun. then, talking, dinner, talking, family game night, talking, bed, breakfast, homework, calling parker, homework, lunch, and break time (now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here we are. it's unbelievable how many projects i have. one in every class but health and bio (only because i already did that one). oh well. too bad i don't actually care. mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna get back to homework now. riiiiight, homework...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-94835722?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/94835722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/94835722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94835722' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-94761941</id><published>2003-05-22T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T20:35:46.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: yummy]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: n64 background music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i was thinking this afternoon (why do you look surprised?) and i started to wonder about tickling. i don't understand the whole concept of it. is it like your nerves ae sensitive to the touch? i mean yeah, but why does it feel...happy-hurty? it's almost like a bitter-sweet taste, only it's a feeling. now that was profound and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shared my cherry turnover with pk this evening, over the internet. you're jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's time for math homework. going home with julie on the bus tomorrow. it's going to be a fun weekend (yet again). catch ya later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-94761941?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/94761941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/94761941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94761941' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-94668783</id><published>2003-05-21T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T00:18:42.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: relieved. a little bit.]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: jurrasic 5 - thin line]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Auto response from mary&lt;/b&gt;: Nananananananananananananananana Batman! And Robin the boy wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wondering, would it take away from the niftyness of this message if I said that that is the correct amount of "Nananana's?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;devo&lt;/b&gt;: hahahaha ::dies:: just wondering, would it take away from the niftyness of my reply if i said that i actually counted them to check before i finished reading the note?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times. yay mary. what a fun kid. today was senior showcase. the corner crew sat together, plus the members of wootmah. it was fun, 'cause we spent most of the time during the boring presentations writing one-page long circle stories. that and lying in the grass for a good half hour after they were over and i had a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my pen drips as i scribble my thoughts on thin strips of emotion..." --jurrasic 5.&lt;br /&gt;mmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-94668783?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/94668783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/94668783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94668783' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-94613000</id><published>2003-05-19T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T22:57:16.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: confused]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: tori amos - crucify]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.naturaltalent.f2s.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.naturaltalent.f2s.com/fun/quiz/iamposey.gif" border=0 height=100 width=200&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close circle of friends is important to a pony like Posey. She works hard to create an environment in which people can feel relaxed, comfortable and welcome. She's fond of nature, especially in its more summery aspects, filled with warmth and beauty. Often, people find her to be a calming influence. Friends find the stress of the day slipping away over a cup of tea and a quiet chat. Posey is often the calm in the eye of the storm. Except, of course, when it's her storm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: "I'll go and pick some scarlet poppies and blue cornflowers from among the ripe corn. We'll put them in a vase in the Show Stable. Lemon Drop will like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/Ebony173/1052192584_CMyDocumentsaquarius.gif" border="0" alt="aquarius"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You should be an Aquarius,  Basic Profile:&lt;br /&gt;Progressive, original, idealist, altruistic, issue-&lt;br&gt;oriented, charismatic, up-to-date, visionary,&lt;br&gt;humanitarian, personable, imaginative,&lt;br&gt;generous, inspiring, practical, congenial,&lt;br&gt;casual, open-minded, amiable, inventive, off-&lt;br&gt;beat, but can be rebellious, eccentric,&lt;br&gt;thoughtlessness, contrarian, childish, aloof,&lt;br&gt;uninvolved, obstinate, antisocial,&lt;br&gt;unconventional, impressionable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ebony173/quizzes/~*What%20is%20your%20TRUE%20Zodica%20sign%3F*~/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;~*What is your TRUE Zodica sign?*~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday night i went to dorothy's. julie and becca came over and spent the night with the two of us cool kids. we made a video...a foot porn, to be exact. ::dies laughing:: it was so great...oh man. we'll probably upload it onto failsafe, so you can eventually check there to see it. right. so then the four of us drove to maymont to meet stuart, parker, nathan, and pk. so we walked around the park, looking at the nazi geese and loud-ass goats, petting the furry llamas and throwing backpacks under the gazebo for about four hours. in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home and read for a while. "i was a teenage fairy," by francesca lia block. i finished it this afternoon. thanks becca, for letting me borrow it! i'm excited about getting another one to read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday night, becca, dorothy, nathan, parker, and i went to julie's for a few hours. we played spinergy. it was a really funny experience. julie lost. hahahah...erm, how's it goin'? seriously though. then we had fun eating strawberries with sugar and having icecream sundaes. nathan and parker seemed to enjoy the "magic" quite a bit. very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was church...mrr. then ashley nanco (with whom i rarely get to hang out) invited me to go to the y101 birthday bash in shockoe bottom (shutup, i know i can't spell). i wasn't thrilled about the idea but she had a free ticket and she begged so...yeah. we got there, saw some people we knew while standing in line, while it was POURING, mind you, and then decided that hey, we didn't really want to go to the concert anyway. simple plan was playing. need i say more? ::barf:: so we followed main street from 18th to 3rd street, went over a block, to cary street, walked back up to 11th or so, back over to main, and then i don't know where we went. but somehow we managed to get to bottom's up pizza (extremely tasty) and back over to the concert area. i wore out the heels on two pairs of jeans this weekend, with all my walking through the rain. i commend myself for excellence. or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bed time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-94613000?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/94613000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/94613000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94613000' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-94425472</id><published>2003-05-15T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T22:35:55.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: apathetic]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: rain drops]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm cool 'cause i'm wearing and eating a ring pop. you're *so* jealous. we won a game tonight. i hope you're as excited as i'm not. mmhm.&lt;br /&gt;health...took the first aid test...if we got an 80 or better we can attend two classes during lunch next week and get red cross certified. i got a 90. i'm excited. right. but it will be easier to get babysitting jobs if i am certified. yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow i have to run, jump, catch the bus! i am going home with dorothy, and i get to watch her rec league play a softball game. whee...then later we're going to becca's house for the night. and julie is going too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then maymont on saturday with the crew. should be fun. it’s thundering, dad wants me off the computer. later guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-94425472?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/94425472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/94425472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94425472' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-94361645</id><published>2003-05-14T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T21:37:19.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: curious as hell]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: gina g - just a little bit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, 90's music! ooh, ahh, just a little bit, ooh, ahh, a little bit more! *lalala* i'm curious 'cause nathan said he has a surprise for me...and i'm really excited...but he won't tell me. muhur... =) i'll find out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, in spanish class yesterday, we learned how to tell stories. this is what my group came up with, i am responsible for the last sentence:&lt;br /&gt;era una noche obscura y tormentosa. había un castillo de un monstruo y unos monos horribles. regresaban a casa cuando se ponchó la llanta. roger y amy fueron a puerta del castillo. en el castillo, el monstruo comió los chicos. era un tiempo malo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dorothy had an interesting time yesterday in the locker room. sheesh. that's a story i'll be sharing during lunch some day once i've caught up on all my FUCKING HOMEWORK. got it out. i'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today: 1st pd - history notes, 3rd pd - bio test, lunch - make-up map quiz missed monday, 5th pd - eat lunch, work on art assignment, 7th pd - make-up test missed monday, after school - make up lab from THREE WEEKS AGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i ran to softball practice. we had a scrimmage game with the baseball boys. i only got there two innings late! fun time. so parker and joe were there, as well as, of course, dorothy. it was a good game and the freshman-senior team won. yay us! i made three outs, including one where joe slid into me at second base...i have a nice set of bruises (all in a row) from his cleats, and a scraped knee. the bruises are pretty. mrr. i'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-94361645?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/94361645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/94361645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94361645' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-94209820</id><published>2003-05-12T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T12:12:59.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: feverish]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: dire straits - walk of life]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::pout:: i feel icky. julie and dorothy called a little earlier, during lunch at school but then i heard tharp say to put the phone away...it was nice of them to call though. i was gonna get to talk to everyone. musical phone, you know? oh well. dorothy reminded me that they have a game tonight...double header, actually. which sucks. hawkins is gonna eat me...i feel terrible that i'm missing the games but i also feel terrible that i'm all hot and tummy-achey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::boredom::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/coolhound/1051419609_cturesYale.gif" border="0" alt="Yale"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yale&lt;br /&gt;You're second best, and you know it. Still, those&lt;br&gt;riding the crimson wave may be slightly&lt;br&gt;smarter, slightly more prestigious, but you&lt;br&gt;know you're hipper. I mean, you're not hip --&lt;br&gt;your a nerd, for fuck's sake -- but you're&lt;br&gt;hipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/coolhound/quizzes/Which%20Ivy%20League%20University%20is%20right%20for%20YOU%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Ivy League University is right for YOU?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/cowgirlbebop319/1050051588_hipsterlowfidelity2.jpg" border="0" alt="The Low-Fidelity All-Star: he was born with the cool, and it's totally natural.  He runs the gamut from Hipster Supreme (only they can ingest as much coffee as he) to the geeky hipster%"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the Low-Fidelity All-Star.  You were born&lt;br&gt;with your cool, and it's totally natural.  You&lt;br&gt;run the gamut from Hipster Supreme (only they&lt;br&gt;can ingest as much coffee as you) to the geeky&lt;br&gt;hipster (Mario Kart, anyone?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/cowgirlbebop319/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Hipster%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Hipster Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll go work on some homework. yeah. good plan. bye guys.&lt;br /&gt;this is the hipster, signing off. ::sigh::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-94209820?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/94209820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/94209820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94209820' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-94180812</id><published>2003-05-11T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T23:18:24.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: loved]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dorothy: he's a wise man, that parker&lt;br /&gt;devo: he is.&lt;br /&gt;dorothy: if he weren't jesus...&lt;br /&gt;devo: hahahahahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;devo: whoa now.&lt;br /&gt;dorothy: i'd bet there woulda been 4 wise men&lt;br /&gt;devo: oh.&lt;br /&gt;devo: hahahahahahahhahaahah&lt;br /&gt;devo: i *so* assumed something dirty...&lt;br /&gt;dorothy: hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;dorothy: not from me devo, never.&lt;br /&gt;devo: ::dies::&lt;br /&gt;devo: hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;dorothy: i'm an angel...&lt;br /&gt;dorothy: O:-)&lt;br /&gt;dorothy: uh huh.. &lt;br /&gt;devo: yup.&lt;br /&gt;dorothy: right go to bed before i make more stupid religion jokes!&lt;br /&gt;devo: mkay.&lt;br /&gt;dorothy: night night&lt;br /&gt;dorothy: look out for falling stars in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;dorothy: they say the best wishes come true on those.&lt;br /&gt;devo: mkay.&lt;br /&gt;devo: thanks, dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;dorothy: yeah sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;devo: you too! wouldn't wanna hog 'em all. if i get any extras, i'll send 'em your way.&lt;br /&gt;devo: you better be asleep by then thoug...&lt;br /&gt;dorothy: yippee! i'll try&lt;br /&gt;devo: i heard they hurt if you get hit with one while awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-94180812?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/94180812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/94180812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94180812' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-94164547</id><published>2003-05-11T17:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T17:08:17.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: deprived]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: tori amos - happy phantom]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fairly okay day, at least so far, considering it's about five o'clock. happy mommy's day, everyone. i've worked on my lit paper some! you're proud. yes, you. and i did ALL my art homework. (yes, that &lt;i&gt;whole&lt;/i&gt; take-home quiz...) and i'm almost finished studying for my map quiz tomorrow.  is it really important to know where the geographical features and regions are in latin america? c'mon now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll just leave you with the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;devo: whoohoooo, the time is getting closer, whooohooo, time to be a ghost, whooohooo everyday we're getting closer!! ::piano solo::&lt;br /&gt;mitch: yeah devo!!&lt;br /&gt;devo: hahaha look at me go.&lt;br /&gt;mitch: you're a beast.&lt;br /&gt;devo: ::shriek::&lt;br /&gt;mitch: what??&lt;br /&gt;devo: ::snort::&lt;br /&gt;mitch: ::blink::&lt;br /&gt;devo: ::twitch::&lt;br /&gt;mitch: ::sneeze::&lt;br /&gt;devo: ::swallow::&lt;br /&gt;mitch: ::chew::&lt;br /&gt;devo: ::hum::&lt;br /&gt;mitch: ::ululate::&lt;br /&gt;devo: ...&lt;br /&gt;devo: ::belch::&lt;br /&gt;mitch: ::slobber::&lt;br /&gt;devo: ::drool::&lt;br /&gt;mitch: ::shake::&lt;br /&gt;devo: ::cough::&lt;br /&gt;mitch: ::gulp::&lt;br /&gt;devo: ::spit::&lt;br /&gt;mitch: ::lick::&lt;br /&gt;devo: ::dance::&lt;br /&gt;mitch: ::sniff::&lt;br /&gt;devo: ::leap::&lt;br /&gt;mitch: ::frolic::&lt;br /&gt;devo: ::inhale::&lt;br /&gt;mitch: ::fart::&lt;br /&gt;devo: ::sniff:: mmm...&lt;br /&gt;devo: yum.&lt;br /&gt;mitch: ahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;mitch: i thought i was going to win with that one, but no.&lt;br /&gt;devo: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;devo: score one for me.&lt;br /&gt;mitch: nice job.&lt;br /&gt;devo: thanks, man. ::handshake:: good game.&lt;br /&gt;mitch: ::superficially affectionate punch in arm that holds hidden meaning and suppressed rage:: yeah, yeah. next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-94164547?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/94164547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/94164547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94164547' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-94130724</id><published>2003-05-10T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T23:07:53.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: genuine &amp; spent]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: eagles - desperado]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the concert was great. they even sang a song that comes out on their new album sometime next year, called “there’s a hole in the world,” which was really nice. timothy schmitt rocks my world. ::melts:: i think i’d marry him if i could...=Þ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/Cycophant/1034645791_turesswiss.gif" border="0" alt="Switzerland"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Switzerland&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;A neutral power for as long as most can remember,&lt;br&gt;it has avoided war for several centuries.&lt;br&gt;However, it is still considered highly advanced&lt;br&gt;and a global power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Positives:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judicial.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neutrality.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World-Renouned.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powerful without Force.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes Excellent Watches, Etc.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Negatives:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target of Ridicule.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constant Struggle to Avoid Conflict.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target of Criminal Bank Accounts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Cycophant/quizzes/Which%20Country%20of%20the%20World%20are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Country of the World are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was nice yesterday. nathan brought me a flower in an old-fashioned glass coke bottle...mmm...lunch was cool, ‘cause we’ve been playing frisbee and hanging outside during lunch for the past week. it’s been fun and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went bowling with dorothy, philbert, and stu. it was lots of fun using bowling names. dorothy = donna, until we changed it to madonna, philbert = chuck, stu = bubba, and devo = foxy, until it was changed to foxi, which stuck until we decided on foxi roxy. man we’re cool. and i *so* won…not! and they *so* didn’t help me with the ball maneuverage. (it’s all in the wrist, guys...) congrats to dorothy on the first game, and stu on the second. thank you all for a wonderful afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worked on my paper, finally. thursday night i was so fed up with myself that i wrote, “PAPER, DAMMIT!” in my school planner for homework. hehe. ate and then got online and here i am, after a couple hours of chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and happy birthday to brianna. it’s tomorrow. =) forget mother’s day. pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-94130724?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/94130724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/94130724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94130724' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-93903456</id><published>2003-05-06T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T23:09:53.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: tiiiired]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: hanson - man from milwaukee]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started at a bus stop in the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Sitting beside me was a man with no hair&lt;br /&gt;From the look on his face and the size of his toes&lt;br /&gt;He comes from a place that nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm hallucinating, hyperventilating&lt;br /&gt;Letting this big-toed bald man sitting here tell me about the sky&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm hallucinating, hyperventilating&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me now then I couldn't tell you why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting here too long by a man from Milwaukee&lt;br /&gt;He's been talking too long on his yellow walkie talkie&lt;br /&gt;He's been talking to Mars but I think he's wacky&lt;br /&gt;He says they'll come get him, come get him some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says where he's from is called Albertane&lt;br /&gt;There they use more than 10% of the brain&lt;br /&gt;But you couldn't tell it from they way they behave&lt;br /&gt;They run around in underwear and they never shave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm hallucinating, hyperventilating&lt;br /&gt;Letting this big-toed bald man sitting here tell me about the sky&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm hallucinating, hyperventilating&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me now then I couldn't tell you why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is Mother Bird calling Baby Bird&lt;br /&gt;Baby Bird come in, come in Baby Bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love of Pete come in!&lt;br /&gt;This is Baby Bird...sorry I was watching Court TV&lt;br /&gt;Do you copy? Do you copy?&lt;br /&gt;Of course we copy...24 hours a day...in color&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't believe me if I told you the rest&lt;br /&gt;The man sitting by me who was barely dressed&lt;br /&gt;Flew off to Milwaukee or perhaps Albertane&lt;br /&gt;And left me at the bus stop just barely sane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting here too long thinkin' about Milwaukee&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking too long on my yellow walkie talkie&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to Mars you may think I'm wacky&lt;br /&gt;I know they'll come get me, come get me someday&lt;br /&gt;I know they'll come get me and take me away&lt;br /&gt;I know they'll come get me, come get me someday&lt;br /&gt;If not tomorrow then maybe today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yessss!!! i *so* did not have a hanson fest &lt;i&gt;by myself&lt;/i&gt; this evening. mmm...i can't help it. it's my feel-good music. and this was one of my favorites! yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did all my global studies and bio homework tonight! you're proud. softball game...we lost, duh. but i hit the ball! (i figured out why i wasn't--i was in slow-pitch stance. bad girl. *reprimands self*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm good at cheese. i can tell swiss from baby swiss."  --my sister. wow, how &lt;s&gt;weird&lt;/s&gt; cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eagles concert friday! i'm psyched!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-93903456?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/93903456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/93903456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93903456' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-93832398</id><published>2003-05-05T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T20:27:30.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: quiet]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: stroke 9 - tail of the sun]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this is the summer that'll never come,&lt;br /&gt;it's like someone's holding on to the tail of the sun,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna waste time and walk the line,&lt;br /&gt;from my beat routine to where I'm feeling alright,&lt;br /&gt;i can't holdout, i don't care about offending&lt;br /&gt;the world's decending...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's way too short, it rarely lasts too long&lt;br /&gt;i'm just finding the floor, but when I look down, it's gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Level of Hell - Limbo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charon ushers you across the river Acheron, and you find yourself upon the brink of grief's abysmal valley. You are in Limbo, a place of sorrow without torment. You encounter a seven-walled castle, and within those walls you find rolling fresh meadows illuminated by the light of reason, whereabout many shades dwell. These are the virtuous pagans, the great philosophers and authors, unbaptised children, and others unfit to enter the kingdom of heaven. You share company with Caesar, Homer, Virgil, Socrates, and Aristotle. There is no punishment here, and the atmosphere is peaceful, yet sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to &lt;i&gt;the First Level of Hell - Limbo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's Inferno Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's funny. virtuous non-believer. except that i do believe. i just don't feel the need to run and have my sins forgiven. you know, the past three posts have contained religious material in them. ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="300" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#paranoid"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#schizoid"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#schizotypal"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#antisocial"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#borderline"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#histrionic"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#narcissistic"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#avoidant"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#dependent"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#obsessive"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Personality Disorder Test - Take It!&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer's almost here, guys. only a few more weeks of school...went by fast, didn't it? thirty-one school days left. hmm...this summer is going to be great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-93832398?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/93832398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/93832398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93832398' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-93766244</id><published>2003-05-04T19:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T19:09:20.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: focused]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: thursday - the dream]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/eyecanspy/weirdoquiz.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/orsorum/weirdo/odd" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/eyecanspy/weirdoquiz.html" target="new"&gt;what sort of weirdo are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;this quiz by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/orsa"&gt;orsa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog used to be called oddball. yep, mhmm. funny, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning was church...talked to mom about quitting. can you quit church? i donno...i want to try out some others...maybe visit a unitarian church, it'd be cool to go to some sort of buddhist gathering--is there any such thing? maybe i'll ask ashleigh--she knows about that stuff. what do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after church i went to sunday school class (bah!) and then got my hair cut. it's not only shorter, but different. you're excited. but you'll have to wait until tomorrow to see it. be patient. i've been having a relaxed afternoon, doing homework, but taking it easy--i don't have that much. the plans for the rest of the evening: finish bio homework, write brianna a birthday letter, write in my real journal (i haven't for weeks! that's, like, a sin or something.) and get to bed at a "reasonable time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 'rents said i could paint my room red. any volunteers for a fun weekend at my house, painting? it'll be fun, seriously. open windows on a nice day, radio blaring, and paint fumes. for what more could you ask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-93766244?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/93766244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/93766244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93766244' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-93734459</id><published>2003-05-04T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T00:42:00.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: contemplative]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: bruce springsteen - worlds apart]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jeeeesus christ, suuuuperstar...*lalala*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now there's a good time. check that one out. and the most divine chocolate cake. that is what i am talking about. great musical, i highly recommend it. julie's house was fun...we watched "dead poets society." i still enjoy that movie...every time i watch it. it's just cool like that. and then we DIDN'T stay up 'til three talking...nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today, let's see, i got home, ate lunch, and took my sis to see "the lizzy mcguire movie." that mcguire girl is pretty rockin'. mhmm. it was a good time...elizabeth and i felt cool 'cause we put our hands up in the beginning of the movie, when the screen makes you feel like you're on a rollercoaster. aren't i a great sister? it was so rewarding to see her get excited that i was taking her out, just the two of us. it could have been a trip to the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, i went to nathan's...got to meet zaq and his friend elliot, who, by the way, drives like a maniac... we watched "requiem for a dream," which is a beautifully tragic masterpiece. after the movie and veggie burgers, we got in the car with elliot...*wince*...drove down to brown's island to see the wailers (bob marley's band) play. it was a good time...we didn't pay, we just walked down on the canal thingy...it was funny to see the little puffs of smoke rising from the bouncing crowd. hmm. go figure that one. and then it started to rain. no thanks. when we were walking back to the car, this guy approached us, with a scratched up, swollen face, and bloody knuckles...he told us four guys mugged him and he was homeless and we told him he should go to the police or the hospital, and nathan gave him some money. that made me a bit nervous, but we arrived home safely, so it's all good. and then nathan and i hung out at his house until my mom came to kidnap me back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-93734459?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/93734459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/93734459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93734459' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-93636452</id><published>2003-05-02T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T00:39:25.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;warning! controversial subject matter. continue at your own risk.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and don't hate me because i have an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;in response to julie's post about religion. i completely agree...well, not completely. i mean, no one should completely agree with anything as complex as a religion. not completely. i figure my belief in the existance of god plus the fact that i value morals is good enough. i try to live a good life, sorry if i screw up, and that's all i believe i need. they say jesus was a nice guy...seems like it, but i don't believe he was the son of god. i still attend church...and when the priest says his little "do you believe in god, the father almighty, maker of heaven and earth?" i say, "i do." and when he says, "do you reject satan, and all his evil works and empty promises?" i say, "i do." but when he asks if i believe in "jesus christ, son of god, who was crucified, died, and was burried and on the third day rose again, in fulfilment of the scriptures," i don't respond. because honestly, i don't know if i believe it or not. it's not that i don't have faith though. i just...i don't feel like i need to believe it. like i said, if i am a caring person and follow the moral standards i have set for myself, there is no need, in my opinion, to believe in jesus as a divinity. i still receive communion during mass and recite the prayers though, because since i don't really know if i want to be confirmed or not, and don't particularly care at this point in time, i may as well go through the motions because my dad wants me to, and there's no use making a fuss over not doing it if i don't mind it. and i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was an altogether perfect day. i experienced some of every emotion, ranging from depressed (because of a nightmare i had last night) to giggly (because of lunchtime...hahaha...) to zoned (during softball practice) to genuinely content (this afternoon at route). thank you, god, for the experiences. and thank you for being there, everyone. i don't tell you guys that often enough, and i'm ashamed to admit i never thought to until i read julie's extended thank you. i love my friends...goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-93636452?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/93636452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/93636452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93636452' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-93379081</id><published>2003-04-28T00:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T00:25:24.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: laid back]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: ramones - i wanna be sedated]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it should have been rained-out. we got to play in the rain on an extremely muddy field. it was ugly. philbert came to watch us play and then i kidnapped dorothy and him and hid them at my house. bri came over and i was excited to see her. she spent the night and we got to talk and i thoroughly enjoyed spending time with her. we traded wristwatches because they’re both falling apart and she used to steal mine in eighth grade and wear it until school got out. that, along with the bracelet she gave me and my old AIDs one that i found, and my thumb ring and special ring costa rica necklace and a random pair of earrings, my jewelry sucks at matching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday i did chores and homework during the day so i could run to julie’s. that was a fun time. we stayed up too late though. i think 4:30 might be pushing it. but we played cranium with her entire family plus casey’s boyfriend. that was interesting. you should ask julie to do her marilyn monroe impression. tee hee hee… so. we went to the braves game with about thirty close family friends yesterday. no exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a few &lt;i&gt;lovely&lt;/i&gt; conversations with my mother this evening. yay for those…mrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote time!&lt;br /&gt;“i’m not laughing at you, i’m laughing with you. you’re just not cooperating.” –dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;“you know what, this lab needs to bite me. i've got an itch on my ass.” –me.&lt;br /&gt;“feel free to use me however you wish, but i don't do sexual favors.” –julie.&lt;br /&gt;“doo wap. that's my explanation for it.” –dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in math class we’ve been learning about vectors and i said, “i wish &lt;i&gt;i&lt;/i&gt; had magnitude and direction…” and i do. wish that, i mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-93379081?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/93379081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/93379081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93379081' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-93226611</id><published>2003-04-25T02:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T02:49:41.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: ecstatic]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: tori amos - happy phantom]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;got this survey from dorothy's and julie's journals.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's on your bedside table? telephone, rolodex, journals, scratch paper, y101 cup w/ pens, chapstick.&lt;br /&gt;2. What's the geekiest part of your music collection? girl scout campfire songs maybe? that or bsb or britney spears' first album.&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you eat when you raid the fridge at night? milk and cookies.&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your secret guaranteed weeping film? forest gump...&lt;br /&gt;5. If you could have plastic surgery, what would you have done? my tongue! no, um, i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you have a completely irrational fear? clowns...*shivers*&lt;br /&gt;7. What is the little physical habit that gives away your insecure moments? i bite my nails, although i'm not sure when 'cause i never realize i'm doing it--they just never get longer.&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you ever have to beg? to go places, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you have too many love interests? nah, only one. =)&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you know anyone famous? met oscar arias...bri's friend's cousin is michelle branch--does that count?&lt;br /&gt;11. Describe your bed: um, double, with a big, colorful bedspread (complete with ladybugs). and an indian blanket. they don't match--it's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;12. Spontaneous or plain? "those aren't even comparable. you suck." i agree with julie.&lt;br /&gt;13. Who should play you in a movie about your life? matt damon.&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you know how to play poker? sorta.&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you carry with you at all times? a black pen.&lt;br /&gt;16. How do you drive? haven't since that one time i backed outa the garage in sixth grade.&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you miss the most about being little? catching fireflies in the yard during the summer. and nap time.&lt;br /&gt;18. Are you happy with your given name? yep.&lt;br /&gt;19. What color is your bedroom? lavender. but it's getting painted red sometime in the next couple months! who wants to help?&lt;br /&gt;20. What was the last song you were listening to? i think it was dave matthews on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you ever been in a school play? yeah...never acting though. only singing parts.&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever been in love? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you like yourself and believe in yourself? uh, usually?&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you think you're cute? i try to avoid being cute. except when i put my hair in braids. then i s'pose it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you consider yourself to be a nice person? sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now, that was fun, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bri's coming tomorrow...er, tonight...since it's almost three and everything. yeah. i'm excited. ecstatic, in fact. i haven't seen her since august. but if you're reading this, you probably have already heard this story. so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to name my kids oswald, jada, and kurt. oswald 'cause well, think about it--is that not a spiffy name? it's cool in the way that plaid is cool. i can't explain it any better than that. jada is just a pretty name. and kurt, well...i figure all kurts are great. you've got cobain, vonnegut, and i'm sure there are lots more. three wonderful names. i'd better have two boys and a girl, now. i wouldn't want a daughter named oswald...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-93226611?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/93226611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/93226611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93226611' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-93135243</id><published>2003-04-23T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T17:02:31.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: relaxed, finally.]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: barenaked ladies - yoko ono]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home from school early today because my tonsils were the size of golf balls. so i slept from 10 to noon, lounged around while eating lunch, and caught up on some homework. i am feeling better, for the most part. i have so much homework to make up...it sucks monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1034044683_ityolympic.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Olympic Men's Diving Team Champion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/theandrea/quizzes/What's%20Your%20Personality%20Type%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jynxjynx/1050478677_ontlucinda.jpg" border="0" alt="Lucinda"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lucida Calligraphy - You tend towards the arts.&lt;br&gt;You tend to stand out in a crowd and have your&lt;br&gt;own style.  Be careful not to be too aloof,&lt;br&gt;however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jynxjynx/quizzes/What%20Font%20Are%20You%3F%20(Standard%20Fonts)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Font Are You? (Standard Fonts)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, on saturday, dorothy, julie, philbert and i went to some show in richmond, where a band (the bush administration) that mary manages played, along with some other bands. the crowd, frankly, sucked. after philbert's fruitless attempt to get some action happening, we sorta gave up and left. we retreated to philbert's house sans julie, to have cake for my yay-devon-didn't-get-malaria party! it was a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got four rolls of film developed on monday, so it's quite possible that some of those will show up on the site--be sure to check. i promise they will, eventually. =) ask me, and maybe i'll show them to you before they go through the website-age. homework calls. sounds like nature, but i try not to get the two confused. i'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-93135243?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/93135243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/93135243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93135243' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-92917507</id><published>2003-04-20T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T00:14:19.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: nostalgic]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: tango india - esperare]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a song i heard in costa rica and decided to download. aww...it's so great. i miss oz. and ale(jandro) and josé and adriana and orson and sol and everyone. =( i had so much fun there. osvaldo and i got to be like brother and sister and cried when we said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy easter, 'n shit. i like how there are six or seven sundays in lent and how i've only been to once mass during that time this year. i guess after this morning, i'll have attended two lenten masses. anyways, costa rica was lotsa fun. but i can't write about all of it in here. that, plus the fact that it's late, and i'm thinking that bedtime is soon. like, um, now. later. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-92917507?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/92917507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/92917507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92917507' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-92229792</id><published>2003-04-08T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T12:34:43.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gah! this keyboard is so weird that i can´t figure out how to make brackets or colons. mrr. so anyway, my current mood is distant and my current music is spanish babbling in the backround, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you guys!!! i don´t know if you´ll even read this before i get back because you´ll assume that i can´t update or something. anyways, announcement! try to get online tomorrow during lunch, at school. i´ll use aim express too so maybe we can actually talk. that would be fun, ¿no? (the upside-down question mark is actually ON the keyboard! you´re jealous.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;words i´ve learned that might actually be of interest to you and that aren´t so bad i´d be embarrassed to have my parents know i know them--&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiva - spanish equivalent of ¨cool.¨&lt;br /&gt;curo - butt/ass&lt;br /&gt;pura vida - literal translation = pure life, but also means cool. (sixties equivalent of ¨peace.¨)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the teenagers smoke and drink. it´s actually kinda funny. we went out to a bar on saturday and danced and all the spanish kids got drunk. fun times. of course, we are hanging out with mostly seventeen and eighteen year olds but they started drinking and smoking when they were all twelve or thirteen. yay latin america! ahar. well i think that i need to get off the computer now...since i´m sitting here in the school´s only computer lab and such. ¡luego! (also on the keyboard.) =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-92229792?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/92229792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/92229792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92229792' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-91959436</id><published>2003-04-03T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T23:16:15.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: weird]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: tonic - soldier's daughter]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man....this is so odd. it's eleven o'clock at night and i have to be at school in three hours. O_o  how 'bout that. have to get on a bus, drive to dc, get on a plane at five o'clock, and get to costa rica some five hours or so later. yay. i am really looking forward to the trip, too...i just don't know about this whole going to a place without anyone i know very well, to a place i've never seen, speaking a language that i've studied for two years. but it's going to be wonderful. i know that much. the only thing is that i'm going to miss my friends like a monkey. (hahaha...more than that.) anywho, i don't suppose i'll get much of an opportunity to update blogger for while, so i'm deeply sorry. enjoy yourselves, and your spring break, as well! much love to all. g'night, my dears. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-91959436?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/91959436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/91959436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91959436' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-91746477</id><published>2003-03-31T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T20:54:08.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: chilly excitement]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: the clash - london calling]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, it's been a while. went on my retreat...that just about sucked monkey. but yay for stoner kid! oh man. we had some good times. brrrriiii fi-fi!! scooooore. wwskd&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;. we're so religious. mm. it's delicious how religious we are. yay us. then yesterday i went to philbert's house to bake a cake to bring to school today. happy birthday dorothy!!! wow. we decided it's the coolest cake you've ever seen in my life. yes, mine. it's double-layered and white and pink frosted with a puzzle on top! "happy ybradhti dorothy." she said: "it's ghandi!!" haha...oh, dorothy. man. and the candles sticking out all crooked-ways and from the sides with the sprinkles on top. it was so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it seems no sooner did i get back that i have to leave again. friday morning...it's approaching quickly. now let's just see if i can get through the rest of this week with my homework finished. not likely. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;what would stoner kid do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-91746477?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/91746477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/91746477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91746477' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-91524166</id><published>2003-03-27T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T23:13:44.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: content]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: tori amos - china]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while, yeah? mm...so i'm sure you've been waiting in suspense for an update on my oh-so-interesting-and-you-know-it's-true life. mhmm, well keep your pants on. i'm gettin' to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fairly uneventful week, really. my ankle improved so i got to play in the game on tuesday, at patrick henry. we lost, but i scored the only run so i guess that makes me cool or something? we also started playing softball in gym for this go round. it's fun times, guys. congratulations to kathryn brown for getting accepted into gov's. yay kathryn! she shadowed on tuesday, but i definitely looked and did not find her. =( but it's all good, i suppose. i'll see her everyday next year. well, close to it. tonight, i went to the school musical, "working," with dorothy and philbert. we ran into julie craft (as opposed to the julie who actually reads this...) too, so that was fun. there are people with great voices at school! liz was amazing tonight, as was shelly. and some guy i don't know...but his voice....mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, as you may or may not know, tomorrow is dave's birthday!! yay dave! i hope we picked the right locker to decorate...hehehe...also, tomorrow evening i am kidnapping nathan m. and jonathan and we're driving down to hampton for a church retreat. should be fun&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;. also, tomorrow is the one week mark before i leave for costa rica. estoy emocionada. then i'll be gone for a good two weeks and i doubt i'll be updating this from there. write me letters. (not exactly sure i'll be able to give you an address to which you can send them, but ask.) and dorothy's birthday is monday. yay dorothy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nathan made me a ring...mmm. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;sarcasm. don't get me started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-91524166?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/91524166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/91524166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91524166' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-91197163</id><published>2003-03-22T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T17:37:14.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: suffering from inanition]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: dashboard confessionals - screaming infidelities]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dorothy stole my mood. but it's okay. i think lots of people are feeling like that right now. i'm gonna try to not be so cynical in this journal anymore. you don't need to deal with my crap, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i got to see "mr. deeds," which i'd wanted to see for a while. it was humorous. also, i watched "waking life," which is a GREAT movie. animated, but wonderful. and it's not really a story...well, sorta, but mainly weird clips of things that the viewer has to put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/B/blackcat000/1044147417_red_result.jpg" border="0" alt="You see the world in Red"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Red:&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you the romantic? Life is poetic. If you&lt;br&gt;don't already, write poetry, you're good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/blackcat000/quizzes/What%20color%20do%20you%20see%20the%20world%20in%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What color do you see the world in?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm, poetry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-91197163?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/91197163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/91197163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91197163' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-91161787</id><published>2003-03-21T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T22:48:03.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current music: the news in the background]&lt;br /&gt;[current mood: the two extremes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blissfully awful. awfully blissful. not sure which one fits better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i need that smashing pumpkings song, "today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;today is the greatest&lt;br /&gt;day I've ever known&lt;br /&gt;can't live for tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's much too long&lt;br /&gt;i'll burn my eyes out&lt;br /&gt;before I get out...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhmm. i definitely have now broken down twice in school. this time it was julie who saved me. i have to say thank God for my friends. for serious. we skipped a bit of math class today so i could cry in the bathroom. i cry in the oddest places...today was a hard day. i deserve this weekend. and screw you if you think i'm being selfish. but i'm not bitter...then softball practice got cancelled, which is fine with me, personally, because i couldn't have played anyway. i can't wait until monday. maybe i'll play then. so anyways, i got to skip the stupid afternoon at school and go to nathan's early. =) yay. nya nya nya nya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-91161787?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/91161787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/91161787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91161787' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-91025232</id><published>2003-03-19T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T19:47:35.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current music: jewel - break me]&lt;br /&gt;[current mood: contemplative]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost it today in art class...went out in the hallway and cried and everything. even wrote a poem. i think that's technically skipping, but shh... =/ good thing dorothy found me after class. i got to have another breakdown. i coulda been bad if she hadn't. and that's no good. there are certain people in my fifth period class whose names i will "fail" to mention, who i highly dislike. oh. my. gosh. deep breathing exercises. that's the key. growl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that julie and dorothy and any other freshmen who were going to attend the protest at the federal building tomorrow at noon are not going to now. good plan, bush. schedule the war for the day we have course registration. or the other way around. no...it's bush's fault. there we go. so now, i either go and miss the opportunity to sign up for all the good classes, or i get my classes and miss the protest. growl squared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-91025232?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/91025232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/91025232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91025232' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-90962837</id><published>2003-03-18T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T21:23:14.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current music: jewel - foolish games]&lt;br /&gt;[current mood: mmmazing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hums* aren't i the lucky one? *GRIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry about the lack of updates...tehehe...okay, i'll stop...i realize it can be nauseating to be around someone who's happy all the time. so what can i be down about? oh! i haven't gotten to play softball in our two games yet because of my enormously swollen ankle...but i was in the newspaper with dorothy 'cause we're freshman starters! (wait...that's not sad. grr.) ummmmm...i got my girl scout cookies today! (wait...darnit.) grah! i think i'll write later. this is too depressing...i mean--NOT depressing... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-90962837?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/90962837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/90962837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90962837' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-90748812</id><published>2003-03-15T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T00:16:26.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah buddy. what. so this afternoon, at practice, we were working on our sliding by taking turns running to second base and sliding...well keep in mind the last time i did this, i broke my thumb. yes. well, the first time, i did fine, i guess. the second time though, i sprained my ankle. pretty badly. it's swollen as crap and i can't take it. advil, elevation...bags of frozen peas and corn wrapped in a ts-hirt around my foot. rapture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a good day. i enjoyed today quite a bit. but i don't know why...and now i'm going to go write in my real journal. later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-90748812?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/90748812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/90748812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90748812' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-90683415</id><published>2003-03-13T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T21:25:22.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha...i have a mini spanish project due tomorrow where i'm supposed to put a photograph of myself when i was little on a piece of paper and write about when i was little, including my parents' nickname for me...haha...what do you think julie, shall i share it with cyberspace? sure. okay, it was kabuko...aaaanyways....the picture its really cute, i think. i'm holding elizabeth and feeding her her bottle and i'm smiling all big and i think i'm still in my pajamas. yeah for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in geometry, jessica said the funniest thing ever. "i'd be sad if i made a dead composer cry." beautiful. she was talking about how she says "bah!" all the time but how it sounds like "bachhh" when she says it...and then she said the above quote. score. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think course scheduling for rising sophomores is sometime on tuesday. rapture. you know i'm looking forward to that. "no open-toed shoes." apparently it's chaos. i'm looking forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-90683415?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/90683415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/90683415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90683415' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-90420055</id><published>2003-03-09T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T17:34:12.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: accomplished]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: the news is on...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;promise you won't judge me either way?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay for anti-war peoples. not that i dislike pro-war people...i just disagree. anyway, i'm talking to nanco about some protest going on march 21...maybe i shouldn't talk about this. i think it's more the kinda thing i feel more comfortable talking about in private. if you wanna either rant with me or at me, e-mail/instant message me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;c&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/gloomfairie/1046224232_Vlad.gif" border="0" alt="HASH(0x837ccc4)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Vlad the Impaler. The man behind the legend&lt;br&gt;of Dracula. You hanged your victims, stretched&lt;br&gt;them on the rack, burned them at the stake,&lt;br&gt;boiled them alive, but mostly impaled them.&lt;br&gt;Most of your killings were politically targeted&lt;br&gt;but sometimes you killed just because you were&lt;br&gt;bored. Your "reign of terror" lasted&lt;br&gt;from 1456 to 1462. Estimated numbers of victims&lt;br&gt;vary between 30,000 and more than 100,000.&lt;br /&gt;Evil Evil man. Fie on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/gloomfairie/quizzes/Which%20Imfamous%20criminal%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Imfamous criminal are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, ashley and i had fun last night and this morning. i was in a pretty good mood at church. paul's musical ("the wizard of oz") was amazing. the special effects were nifty as all. "oh-ee-oh, yo-ho." fun stuff, man. the lion was great. and noowwww i'm going to study for my history test. *snort* or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-90420055?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/90420055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/90420055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90420055' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-90365289</id><published>2003-03-08T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T14:23:00.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;bruuuuuce&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[current mood: beaming]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: culture club - church of the poison mind]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the springston concert was great...julie and i spotted stuart there, which made us laugh 'cause he was clapping off-beat. but we looked over later and he seemed to have it under control. yay stuart! haha.. well, there was only one pit fight on the floor. the security had to break it up and take a couple guys outside. wouldn't it suck to get thrown out of a bruce concert? i should think so. oh, and a drunk guy fell on me. that was quite interesting. but it scared the b'jeebers outa me. all of a sudden, this guy was hanging onto my shoulders from behind and i though that i was going to fall down the many rows of stairs/people. our nosebleed seets were great..we got to drip on people (just kidding!!) and the guy in front of julie was great with his foot-tappin', knee-bendin', wide-armed-clappin' business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julie: i'll clap/stand when he does. we follow him.&lt;br /&gt;me: what happened to 'anti-conformity?'&lt;br /&gt;julie: there is a difference between conforming and knowing your superiors.&lt;br /&gt;us: [laughing ridiculously]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also,&lt;br /&gt;julie: there are people with white hair down there!&lt;br /&gt;me: and they're jumping!!&lt;br /&gt;us: [laughing ridiculously]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a costa rica meeting that afternoon, so i couldn't do homework. my mim picked us up and we go get food, and rush to the concert. so we got home around midnight, and i had yet to do homework. and i didn't. julie and i talked until probably two o'clock, when the conversation started to have twenty seconds between each response. i slept like a pearl in its shell. yesterday after school i had softball (the best practice yet, in my opinion). i think that hawkins is going to make me a second baseman. i hope i get to play first some too though. i'm a first baseman. anyway, after practice, my dad dropped me at nathan's. dave b. was there and we played that video game with the mat you dance on with the arrows, ya know? they had a fun time laughing at me dance, i believe. it was quite humorous. nathan showed me around his house--i love his room. i think there are five staircases in his house. anyway, he, his mom, dave and i walked to sticky rice and had sushi. we went back to his house and nathan and i talked while dave was playing video games. then the three of us walked to byrd theatre to see "bowling for columbine," which is a great movie. it's hilarious and angering and touching all at the same time. yay for things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm sitting here with my lemon tea and peppermints, awaiting three o'clock, when ashley is coming over. we're going to have spaghetti for dinner. (again!) it's funny because every time she comes to my dad's house, we have spaghetti, unintentionally. and i was talking to her this afternoon, online, and i said "you're coming over soon!!!" and she was like "yup." and i reminded her we will serve her dinner if she wants and she was like "yup. basketti, right?" and i was like "hahaha...yup. for real. my dad and i were laughing earlier." and we cracked up. so anyway, she's going to bring me back the books i let her borrow a couple months ago. and i can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-90365289?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/90365289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/90365289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90365289' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-90216561</id><published>2003-03-05T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T22:54:42.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>brrruuuuuuuuuuuuccciiiiiiiieeeeeeee!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*gasp for breath*&lt;br /&gt;it's tomorrow. *jumps up and down and squeals all at the same time* yaaayyyyy!! mkay. i'm finished, for now. this is going to be one buussyyy weekend. (sorry about all the extented vowels...and consonants.) i'm too crazy to write, i'll just insert some quiz results or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/Y/yourgoodfriend/1041831264_skissmyass.gif" border="0" alt="kiss my ass2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;congratulations. you are the kiss my ass happy&lt;br&gt;bunny. You don't care about anyone or anything.&lt;br&gt;You must be so proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/yourgoodfriend/quizzes/which%20happy%20bunny%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;which happy bunny are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.rebelsnail.net/nose.gif" width="180" height="147"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rebelsnail.net/randomtest.html" target="_blank"&gt;Find your inner random object!&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/burningupthesky"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/uselessquiz/index.shtml"&gt; &lt;img src="http://quizilla.com/user_images/S/spacefem/1041718801_useless01.gif" border=0&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-90216561?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/90216561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/90216561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90216561' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-90092448</id><published>2003-03-03T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T23:30:15.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am tired, haven't finished my homework, not in a good mood, have a headache, and can't wait until the bruce springsteen concert on thursday. two whole days away! *whine* today was pretty sucky. didn't have my history homework finished for class and now if i wanna get partial credit for the part i didn't do, i have to write a freaking page reviewing our seminars. my bio homework i didn't have finished either, but i did the last page in the first two minutes of class, so todo es bien. art was fine, i guess, 'cause we just read out of the text book and started a new project. (anyone wanna shoot me?) then in firc, we just ran our experiments. fun beyond belief. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to paul's musical this weekend. 's gonna be grand. the wizard of oz, baby. (that deserves an exclamation mark but i'm too tired.) ashley is coming over saturday afternoon and we're going to the show that night. and she's spending the night...yay...i haven't seen her since january fourth. silly that i know that, huh? i'm going to bed. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-90092448?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/90092448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/90092448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90092448' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-90032501</id><published>2003-03-02T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T23:44:50.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: annoyed]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: i'm s'posed to be asleep...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend...hmm. it was both wonderful and sucky. friday i stayed after school to work on my spanish project with dorothy. then she and jonathan stayed at school 'til ten o' freakin' clock for gsmun. and they went back the next day, too. craziness. although, i admit, before i graduate, i want to participate in at least one of the gsmun conferences. whee...fun stuff. but we only got to work on our project because softball was cancelled. i think it had something to do with the fields being covered in snow. *shrug* so my family went out to eat (yay) at tripp's (yay). that was nice. then saturday, i had to go to michael's (the store) to pick up stuff for my art project, which is due tomorrow. so i came home and moped/did homework most of the afternoon, while my family was at nick's house, visiting with them and my grandparents, who came down from maine this weekend. after they hung out, everyone came here and we had dinner and paul came over. so nick, paul and i watched "my big fat greek wedding," which was pretty hilarious. my favorite part has got to be when they're all in the greek church and the guy is getting baptised and you see that they're dunking him in this inflatable kiddie swimming pool. it's great. that and when you see out the window the old greek grandma trying to escape from the house when the water sprinklers come on...hahaha...wow. back to my weekend: i was supposed to go to dc today with the youth of my church, but i decided saturday night that i had too much homework to be gone until 5:30 in the evening. so i went to church, then to sunday school, which sucked 'cause we played some game involving purple ribbons and hopping...don't ask. then my dad picked me up and we went back to his house, where i ate lunch and talked to him about my current events paper (due tomorrow). it always helps me think out the situation when i talk to him about it first. yay for my daddy. ahem, dad. so after that, he dropped me back here again and i worked on my current event and as much bio homework as i could stand (one out of three worksheets), at which point i fell asleep for two and a half hours. yay for mid-afternoon naps, yeah? my mom called and told me to add something to her recipe which was downstairs (she and the rest of my family went to lynchburg to see nancy and bill. and scott was there, as i later found out, which angered me that i didn't see him.) so then i got up and started my art project, had dinner once everyone got home, worked on my art project, and then finished the illustrations on my spanish project. yay. and here i am, procrastinating from the bio homework i have yet to finish, that is due third block tomorrow morning. can i pray for snow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-90032501?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/90032501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/90032501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90032501' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-89937125</id><published>2003-02-28T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T22:46:12.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: see current music]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: riddlin' kids - i feel fine]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee..today was quotarific! i think i'll start with my explanation of the game mash to nathan m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i used to play it with my friends all the time. you can see that being a really school-girl kinda game, yeah? then we'd change up the rules and say the person who wrote your options down for you got to pick two of them. and they could put like "garbage guy" for your occupation and such. those always turned out interesting when you ended up being a burger king worker and lived in a mansion...or had 70 kids and lived in a shack...or when you married the president..." by they way, if you wanna play (i know julie and dorothy have both posted this, but in case you don't visit their journals) go ahead and go to &lt;a href="http://playmash.com"&gt;playmash.com&lt;/a&gt;. great fun, really. don't get obsessed though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"peeeeps. if you eat more than one they're gross, but come on, sugar and marshmallow! and you can eat their heads!"  --julie&lt;br /&gt;then, "i wish they bled marshmallow blood and guts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i think that's why we invented feet."  -philbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/xdeadxstarx/1043989612_icturesRed.JPG" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Heart is Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xdeadxstarx/quizzes/What%20Color%20is%20Your%20Heart%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Color is Your Heart? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not so sure 'bout that whole red heart thing, but anywho...yay for two hour delays. the day seems so much shorter even when only two hours are eliminated. mmm...what else is going on?  hmm, my family is going crazy. but i suppose that's to be expected, considering they have to deal with me y mi mierda. oh, and my grandparents are in town. (..........) yeah. well, i'm gonna go and read parker's manuscript so i'll update later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-89937125?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/89937125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/89937125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89937125' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-89862826</id><published>2003-02-27T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T17:12:21.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: jaded]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: nothing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday sucked monkey. sorry to those of you who read failsafe. you get the same thing twice. yeah, but yesterday sucked. sorry for not updating recently. i'm drowning. softball+homework+choir+church+piano+school=ahh!! so i'll just post some quiz results, if that's okay with you? good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.vicnet.net.au/~kyb/rb/rainbowbrite.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.vicnet.net.au/~kyb/rb/canaryyellow.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.vicnet.net.au/~kyb/rb/rainbowbrite.htm" target="new"&gt;Which Rainbow Brite kid are you?&lt;/a&gt; By &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=girlsoldier"&gt;&lt;img height="17" border="0" src="http://img.livejournal.com/userinfo.gif" align="absmiddle" width="17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/girlsoldier/"&gt;Growing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/twinkle524/1041494644_turespic41.jpg" border="0" alt="mysterious"&gt;&lt;br&gt;#41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/twinkle524/quizzes/What%20Dave%20Matthews%20Song%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Dave Matthews Song Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=\ i'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-89862826?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/89862826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/89862826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89862826' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-89563207</id><published>2003-02-22T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T15:03:25.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: amused]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: cake - sheep go to heaven]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm....that was the greatest. that comment war. it will re-commence sometime in the not-too-distant future. i thoroughly enjoyed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(current music)&lt;br /&gt;"i'm not feeling alright today; i'm not feeling that great. i'm not catching on fire today, love has started to fade. i'm not going to smile today, i'm not gonna laugh. you're out living it up today, i've got dues to pay.....nooow but i just want to play on my bandpipes, i just want to drink me some wine, as soon as you're born, you start dyin' so you might as well have a good time. (aww naw!) sheep go to heaven, goats go to hell, sheep go to heaven, goats go to hell." whee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the party was alright...anthony and tony showed up an hour and fifteen minutes late. the heck. they're such goofs. but i got to see milya and nanco so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to do my homework. i have research due in, like, five classes, but i have started. other than that, just a hella reading for lit. not sure if that's good or not. i should probably start reading that book that's due thursday. even though she only assigned it nine days ago...i'm out. -dev-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-89563207?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/89563207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/89563207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89563207' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-89482709</id><published>2003-02-21T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T01:45:32.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: sleepy]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: evanescence - bring me to life]&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: this entry is going to be long and make no sense. reader's disgression advised, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. it's about 1:19 in the am and i have to get up at six. this is not going to work. but we can try. i have now finished all (most of) my homework that was due monday. heh. yeah. so. i couldn't sleep at all last night. it sucked monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new favorite song&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;. mmm...&lt;br /&gt;"wake me up inside, wake me up inside, call my name and save me from the dark.&lt;br /&gt;bid my love to run, before i come undone, save me from the nothing i've become."&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* i wish i could write. those two thoughts may not be connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dorothy:&lt;/b&gt;  i open my mailbox today and three messages say "you've got a crush"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt;  hahah, from people you don't know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dorothy:&lt;/b&gt;  so i open them and its all like go here and you've got messages from someone. and so i go there and it wants me to put in my login name (which i was informed is my AOL account)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dorothy:&lt;/b&gt;  and then its all "for your protection we closed your account"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dorothy:&lt;/b&gt;  and i was like. i never signed up.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dorothy:&lt;/b&gt;  you tell me i have acrush   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dorothy:&lt;/b&gt;  then you kill me   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; hahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt;  it's like spies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm such an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how i feel. i am too sleepy to know. i will, at this point, get less than four and a half hours of sleep. *yawn* i am going to a party tomorrow night, which i guess is technically tonight. anthony got accepted to some boarding school in maryland on a basketball scholarship so a bunch of my lourdes buddies and i are getting together for dinner. should be fun. maybe milya (emilia) will remember my jazz cd that i lent her back in may...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you know and in case you care, yes, my site has been updated. i've added to the stories, poems, and pictures pages. actually, i also reformatted the homepage. nothing big, but still, it's changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jonathan read the story i added. i suppose a couple other people have read it too, even if they don't necessarily visit my site. he said it is better than my other stories up there...i agree. he said it's deeper or something...i decided that it must be because i actually let myself open up to it and write freely. i wonder. anyway, that whole "deeper" thing sorta worries me. wouldn't wanna go all profound on you. that's just silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i s'pose i'll go to bed now. *yawn* i need to, now that it's 1:34. my bedtime is 1:36, dontchaknow? goodnight, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;see "current music."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;you idiot, i just made you look up and down over this whole freakin' entry.&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;aww, i'm sorry...but i did it again, huh? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-89482709?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/89482709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/89482709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89482709' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-89440814</id><published>2003-02-20T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T01:41:30.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: p.o.ed]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: the contours - do you love me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pissed at my mom. thought you should know. i won't go into it, 'cause it'll turn into a rant. just needed to write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033398369_nonboxcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're a Non-box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/BlueMedea/quizzes/What%20box%20do%20you%20get%20put%20in%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What box do you get put in?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooOOoo...a &lt;i&gt;non-box&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SuperLDG/1045614277_CHannadagger.JPG" border="0" alt="dagger"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dagger. You are sleek and good for assinations.&lt;br&gt;Mostly seen as a blur when it you quickly pass&lt;br&gt;by. You are very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SuperLDG/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20medieval%20weapon%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of medieval weapon are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a daggah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*moan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;my list of things to do today.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;sweep basement&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;clean computer room&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;laundry&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;clean the bathroom even though it's elizabeth's turn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;global studies homework&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;lit paper&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;read book for lit class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-89440814?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/89440814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/89440814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89440814' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-89377751</id><published>2003-02-19T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T12:27:21.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: fine]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: jimmy eat world - crimson and clover]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think today is day number ten of "snow"&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; days this year. doesn't that mean we don't have to make them up? (i hope so...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've updated the rest of my website. sort of. well, parts of it. sort of. anyway, there's a link to it, for those of you less observant visitors, on the right side of the page, along with the archives&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; and the nicknames. the pictures page is updated...not as far as the actual photographs go, but it's updated. i'm debating whether to update my poetry page or not (as in putting more of them up there). same goes for my story page. what do you think? i think it would be cool to make a site map...i'll talk to matt about that. he's better at html than i am...it'll be good. if i ever have time or get around to it. we'll see what happens, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;i use quotes here because not all of them deserve to be labeled snow days. sniper/barely-any-snow/ice days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;how many of these show up, anyway? on my computer only january and february show up. what happened to my other six months of entries??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-89377751?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/89377751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/89377751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89377751' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-89326579</id><published>2003-02-18T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T11:33:01.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: *yawn*]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: disco biscuits - stone]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to nathan m. for introducing me to the disco biscuits. whee...big fun. this is great music, and i rather enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have yet to start my global studies homework that was due on monday. hmm. yeah, well, i'll get around to it. maybe. if i feel like it. later. i think global studies, i think julie. and i wonder if she has gotten home safely from colorado. i haven't seen her online yet (not that that means anything...haha...) and because of the icky weather, i'm thinking maybe her flight got cancelled? or maybe she's stuck at the airport? that would suck. or maybe she's just unpacking and doing homework, and doesn't have time for the internet. (because that happens...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made corn muffins for everyone to have with our chili, for dinner the other night. and this morning i made mint-chocolate brownies. you're proud. also, i have not eaten any yet because i am waiting, saving up for after dinner, so i will eat them with my family. and maybe, if you're lucky, i'll bring one to school for you. maybe. if we have school tomorrow (and i hope we don't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anyone remember that television show, "freaks &amp; geeks?" if so, wasn't it's great? *sigh* but i haven't seen it since a year or two ago... do they still run it? if you know of a time and station that it's on, &lt;i&gt;please&lt;/i&gt; tell me! i miss that show. for some reason, it popped into my head the other day, and now i have a craving. maybe that's stupid. *shrug* oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-89326579?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/89326579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/89326579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89326579' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-89279693</id><published>2003-02-17T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T22:19:27.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/B/becuzimirish/1045424691_esmedieval.jpg" border="0" alt="Medieval"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You belong in Medieval Times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/becuzimirish/quizzes/What%20Time%20Period%20Do%20You%20Belong%20In%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Time Period Do You Belong In?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't that be great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/dustyfedora/quizzes/How%20Republican%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/dustyfedora/1044747507_Ajonstewartanswer.JPG" border="0" alt="Cynical Liberal"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How Republican Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-89279693?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/89279693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/89279693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89279693' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-89195399</id><published>2003-02-16T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T13:49:53.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: invincible]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: garth brooks - standing outside the fire]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*squeal* i am in a wonderful mood. i think ashley is too............. =) hehehe...i am extremely happy for her. wheeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am going to embark on a voyage to eckerd&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; and pick up a thousand bags of candy hearts at a discount price like i did last year. that was huge fun. yay for candy hearts. i ate kevin's first kiss...hahah...that was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister was saying on thursday how "chocolate" and "devon" are synonyms. so you could just say "so-and-so gave me a box of devons." =) funny little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deep breath*  *vocalized sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;"i am the master of spelling convenience stores," said misha. i couldn't think of how to spell it so i asked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-89195399?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/89195399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/89195399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89195399' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-89156986</id><published>2003-02-15T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-15T20:54:01.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: bummed]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: bruce springsteen - countin' on a miracle]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope my govies (those of you who went) had fun at the dance/lock-in. my valentine's day was good, too. my mom got me a brucie springsteen cd! whee!! did i tell you all that i'm going to the brucie concert in march?!?! ahahahaha...it's gonna be wonderful. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr@buses. they cancelled the ski trip! i hate the stupid sleet-snow-ice crap. although, i probably won't have school on monday, which was originally supposed to be a holiday, but was made to be a make-up day. "grah," as erin likes to say. but because the reason they cancelled the trip in the first place was because of transportation, i can't really do anything this weekend. church, maybe, if i'm not snowed in. =( i suppose i'll live. the thing is, i don't have much homework to do this weekend. unless i'm not thinking of something, and you want to remind me of a major 4952674-page paper i am supposed to write for a class. there aren't any of those, are there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-89156986?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/89156986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/89156986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89156986' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-89010470</id><published>2003-02-12T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T22:16:00.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/londonbelow/1038910988_stonerbear.jpg" border="0" alt="Stoner Bear"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Stoner Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/londonbelow/quizzes/Which%20Dysfunctional%20Care%20Bear%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahar. that’s hilarious, considering i’ve never touched the stuff. guess i don’t need to. apparently i’m stoned enough as it is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;story&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys want it?? posted?? *sigh* well...parker is rewriting part two for me. it sucks. apparently i can't write well from a guy's perspective. yay. so it'll be a double-author story. you're excited. but you'll have to wait, because i have yet to get his part. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-89010470?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/89010470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/89010470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89010470' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-88940997</id><published>2003-02-11T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T19:10:44.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: indifferent]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: bush - come down]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;more quotes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you always make that sound when i come around?"  --jonathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i said ::pants:: to chris about something and he said ::shorts:: i thought he misspelled snorts until a minute later when he said ::speedo::"  --julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;yep&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;s&gt;yup&lt;/s&gt;. yep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i missed thursday from school. and friday was a snow day. and saturday i didn't leave the house. same with sunday. and yesterday i went to school but left after first block and today! today i finally got through an entire day of being out of my house. whee! go me. i'm in a fairly good mood, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, while at was at home most of yesterday, "doing nothing," i decided to do something. so i sat down and wrote a story. whee...yeah. =) i guess i'll say this is going to be sort of like that other post (1/28/2003) where i said you can ask me if you wanna read it. (it's called "twin keys.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;happy belated.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy monday birthday to julie! (yesterday, you fools.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-88940997?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/88940997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/88940997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88940997' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-88677279</id><published>2003-02-06T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T19:45:39.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: i don't think the flu is a mood.]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: andrea boccelli &amp; sarah brightman - time to say goodbye]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;quotes from friends and me:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"stomach flu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"  --dorothy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i misspelled a word i made up yesterday."  --erin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ow!! i stubbed my toe! once i find out what i hit, i'm gonna kick it."  --paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" *bites pen sophistocatedly* "  --me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"can you be wired with the flu?"  --misha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-88677279?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/88677279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/88677279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88677279' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-88511816</id><published>2003-02-03T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T23:05:02.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: relaxed]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: nothin' but if i were listening to something, it would be everclear - wonderful]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;global studies: took notes. biology: took notes. art: worked on portraits. firc: took notes. and got report cards back. good thing we had lots of note-taking today. i was a bit preoccupied. no worries now, though. it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the illiad. *scowl* mrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-88511816?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/88511816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/88511816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88511816' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-88388881</id><published>2003-02-01T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T23:05:04.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: calm]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: stroke 9 - down]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was great. julie came over and we went to see this play called "accomplice" at the &lt;a href=http://www.cattheatre.com/&gt;chamberlayne actors theatre&lt;/a&gt;. it was *so* great (but i suggest not bringing any younger siblings). really confusing, quite humorous, and rather amusing. (i think i just unintentionally rhymed...) i think i can speak for both of us when i say that we recommend you see it. good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not doing anything today. =( but it's all good. i figure i can work on homework now and write after dinner. then tomorrow i've got church, sunday school, most likely more homework to do (meh), followed by band practice. yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-88388881?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/88388881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/88388881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88388881' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-88291158</id><published>2003-01-30T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-30T17:33:43.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: not bad]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: none--s'posed to be working. heh.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/rancidmuffins/1041122843_izclarissa.jpg" border="0" alt="Clarissa"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Clarissa Explains it All. Little brothers piss you&lt;br&gt;off and your best friend climbs up a ladder...&lt;br /&gt;But of course that's not weird to you because&lt;br&gt;you're Clarissa Darling&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/rancidmuffins/quizzes/What's%20Your%2090's%20Nickelodeon%20Show%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's Your 90's Nickelodeon Show?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;score.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-88291158?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/88291158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/88291158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88291158' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-88188033</id><published>2003-01-28T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T22:26:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Edenne/quizzes/*~%20%20What%20kind%20of%20dreamer%20are%20you%3F%20%20~*/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/Edenne/1038344081_tmospheric.jpg" border="0" alt="atmospheric"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;*~  What kind of dreamer are you?  ~*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. yes. today was much better than yesterday. nathan came over and we watched "monty python and the holy grail." hilarious. (also, my first time seeing it. [don't hurt me.]) we watched "animal house" too and spent the entire two hours trying to figure out what the hell the plot was. *shrug* still don't know. but the theme's got to be something concerning how the movie got morally worse as it progressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote a poem last night. turned out pretty good, i think. ask me if you're interested in reading it. (it's called "fallen.")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-88188033?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/88188033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/88188033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88188033' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-88120045</id><published>2003-01-27T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T17:33:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: frustrated]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: neutral milk hotel - king of carrot flowers]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/EmrysWolf/quizzes/What%20Is%20Your%20Animal%20Personality%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/EmrysWolf/1043110147_zstuffwolf.gif" border="0" alt="Wolf"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Is Your Animal Personality?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrness. julie and becca were supposed to come over and spend the night, but no. *whimper* now i am wondering how to spend my day off tomorrow. it would suck monkey if i just sat around at home. poo on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think all i've done today is gone to walmart to pick up a cd for my dad's birthday (wednesday) and downloaded a hella songs. hmm. i talked online for a litte while...but...wow. today has sucked. i don't want a repeat tomorrow. that would be awfully depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you think about the website addition?!?! (see 1/25/2003)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-88120045?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/88120045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/88120045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88120045' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-88020806</id><published>2003-01-25T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-25T17:26:57.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;quiz time!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www01.quizyourfriends.com/quiz.php?quizname=030125171442-dev~p27s~p20quiz&amp;email=maineeak13@aol.com&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;band practice (numero uno)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah! that went great! i'm so proud. and excited as anything. =) we played "imagine" by john lennon and "free fallin'" by tom petty and the heartbreakers. it actually sounded okay too! then we figured out some of the technicalities and so forth, and decided to do some improv. (i'll get better, i swear.) hehe...yeah, so i'm thinking i should make an addition to my website and create a page for the group. whatchasay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-88020806?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/88020806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/88020806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88020806' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-87994210</id><published>2003-01-25T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T17:36:47.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: hyper]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: stone sour - bother]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are over! can i get a "yesss?" yesss! *with hand motions*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paul picked me up from school today...we were going to go to the science museum to watch "the lion king" in imax, but they were like, "no, we hate you and we're not showing it today. so =Þ" they were just like that. yeah. so we walked around and looked at the exhibits for a while instead. (anyone seen/heard about that new globe+moon model they've got? interesting stuff.) afterwards, we went to his house for dinner, whee! then we went to starbucks with katy-with-a-y, which was big fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band practice tomorrow. hopefully. if becca's mommy agreed. *crosses fingers* i'm wondering how much of a catastrophe it will be. first one, and everything. so considering that starts in about eleven hours, i think i should go sleep for maybe eight (preferably nine) of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first,&lt;br /&gt;word of the day: risible. you must use this word in any comment you make on this entry. and i'm not telling you what it means. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-87994210?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/87994210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/87994210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87994210' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-87993817</id><published>2003-01-25T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-25T00:01:28.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;what color am i?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF= "http://quizilla.com/users/Shirono/quizzes/The%20inner%20color%20quiz%20(Utena%20Images)" &gt; &lt;IMG SRC="http://homepage.mac.com/werkers/colorquiz/youarepink.jpg"&gt; &lt;P&gt;You are pink. You are in limbo. Not pure and manipulated like white, not impure and noble like red. You are unsure of your real identity, but whatever you chose it to be, you can be it. That is your power. You change everyone you touch, and everyone remembers you. In literature, pink represents the place between heaven and hell. You are the one we will never forget.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;What inner color are you? &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE= "-1"Quiz by Shirono&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm...not so sure about that last part there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-87993817?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/87993817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/87993817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87993817' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-87820013</id><published>2003-01-21T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T22:31:40.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: is procrastination a mood?]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: carbon leaf - the boxer]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/shanachie/quizzes/What's%20your%20Inner%20European%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/shanachie/1038972908_topirisher.jpg" border="0" alt="You%20are%20Irish"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's your Inner European?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are a Dubliner!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. that reminds me of the time i was signing out from track practice (in eighth grade) and i turned and started walking away and the guy who checked off my name said, “are you irish?” (i am, actually…) i was amazed that he could tell by looking. maybe my last name was a hint? i don’t know that it’s particularly irish though…*shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-87820013?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/87820013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/87820013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87820013' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-87736804</id><published>2003-01-20T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-20T12:51:45.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: carefree]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: reel big fish - she has a girlfriend]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm...apple.&lt;br /&gt;bah...exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brianna called last night but i wasn't allowed to talk to her. my mom said she'd ground me for a year if i didn't get off the phone. i was only on it for three minutes. mrr. and grr@pennsylvania. they kidnapped her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the doc's this morning. stupid shot. since then i have had lunch (breakfast..but again with that whole eating late thing.) and talked online. i think maybe i should go and finish studying for lit and health, since those at my first two exams. after that i might look over biology again. that is by far going to be my hardest exam. but i didn't need to tell you that, i'm sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-87736804?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/87736804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/87736804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87736804' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-87645075</id><published>2003-01-18T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T13:07:40.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[current mood: lazy]&lt;br /&gt;[current music: carbon leaf - mary mac]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SpazMatazz/quizzes/What%20element%20would%20you%20rein%20over%3F%20(For%20Girls)/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SpazMatazz/1042697160_nightgddss.jpg" border="0" alt="MoonGoddess"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What element would you rein over? (For Girls)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goddess of the Night. Beautiful, yet a strange darkness and sadness lurk about you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am mad at myself because i know i should be studying for exams, and i need to finish my chores. but i really am not in the mood. and i want to write and listen to music and sleep. *whine* followed by *sigh* i suppose i'll go make myself study, and then treat myself with breakfast...except that it's already past one o'clock. lunch, whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-87645075?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/87645075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/87645075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87645075' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-87576957</id><published>2003-01-17T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-17T01:08:20.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;*chants* &lt;i&gt;par&lt;/i&gt;-ker, &lt;i&gt;par&lt;/i&gt;-ker, &lt;i&gt;par&lt;/i&gt;-ker...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And that night the pills were not chalky but flavored with immortality and the moon grew wings and danced circles around the broken sun. Seconds lasted for days and minutes melted in no time at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christopher parker, ladies and gentlemen. (there's more, obviously, but that would make for a rather long journal entry. and that's got to be against my religion or something.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-87576957?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/87576957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/87576957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87576957' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-87562177</id><published>2003-01-16T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T19:45:54.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;today's events (or lack thereof)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;health class...actually, it was interesting because erin had this carnation...but she only owned half of it. the other have was julie craft's (not the same julie as the one who visits my site)...so it was a joint ownership of the carnation. yeah, well nathan took it and put it in his mouth...and then he gave it back to erin. so i took it...and picked off a petal and ate it...chewed and swallowed and--i guess you could say i ingested it. anyway, then he got it back...and took a whole &lt;i&gt;bite&lt;/i&gt; out of it. wow. it was hilarious...except for when he spit it out...that was kinda yucky. but anyway. then later, maria definitely ate the rest of it, 'cause nathan promised he'd eat the stem if she ate the other half of erin's flower. but somehow the chewed-up stem ended up on the floor of the hallway. like his gum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was english. which was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch--estudié para mi exámen en español. divertido grande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spanish...do i need to tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math--presented our projects...wow. puppet show! that was grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and this morning...i made misha and dorothy force me to turn in my poems to the magazine creative writing is compiling. (i am *so* taking that class next year!) advertisement: submit to the lit! whee...yeah, short stories, poems, prose...go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is quite a not-devonish journal entry. i'll work on that. anyway, i think i will close with a conversation... (oh, giggle.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beth: "what's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "devon."&lt;br /&gt;beth: "no! you're a half-naked african man harvesting yams. go!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-87562177?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/87562177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/87562177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87562177' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-87502696</id><published>2003-01-15T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-15T19:00:54.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i'm in the mood for...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm late, i'm late, for a very important date. no time to say hello (goodbye!) i'm late, i'm late, i'm late!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what d'you wanna do?" "i dunno, what d'you wanna do?" [pause] "what d'you wanna do?" "i dunno, what d'you wanna do?" [pause] "what d'you wanna do?" "now don't start tha' again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i wanna be where the people are. i wanna see, wanna see 'em dancin', walkin' around on those (what d'you call 'em again?) feet. up where they walk, up where they run, up where they stay all day in the sun, wanderin' free, wish i could be part of that world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except opposite for me. i still wanna be a mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-87502696?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/87502696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/87502696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87502696' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-87401578</id><published>2003-01-14T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-14T00:06:14.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;meh again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm stealing this from becca: "somebody stab me with a spoon!" now, gosh darnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-87401578?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/87401578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/87401578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87401578' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-87285938</id><published>2003-01-11T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T00:33:02.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;oooo...fire....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/azuremariposa/quizzes/What%20Element%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033233933_imagesfire.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Element Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lack sensitivity? not toward people i care about. never. not on purpose anyway. but then, "there's good deeds and then there's good intentions, and they are as far apart as heaven and hell."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-87285938?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/87285938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/87285938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87285938' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-87283426</id><published>2003-01-11T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T19:44:28.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;guess what!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for a schedule update! you're excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sundays: church (7:30-9:30), sunday school (10:00-11:00), homework.&lt;br /&gt;mondays: school (8:45-3:10), conditioning (3:30-4:45), choir (7:00-9:00), homework. (in that order.)&lt;br /&gt;tuesdays: school, conditioning, piano (5:30-6:00), homework.&lt;br /&gt;wednesdays: school, conditioning, homework.&lt;br /&gt;thursdays: school, class (3:30-6:30), homework.&lt;br /&gt;fridays: school&lt;br /&gt;saturdays: band practice (10:00?-2:00?), homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; just need to know that. aren't i busy? isn't it great? whee...except for the lack of time for writing, talking, reading, etc. so i might actually get to use the phone once a week...oh chico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-87283426?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/87283426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/87283426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87283426' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-87202444</id><published>2003-01-09T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-09T23:42:13.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i died.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i have 'chris hates me' on my arm" ... [sniff] ... "but it smells good!"  scented markers in math class with becca. she got a kick out of it, as did i. and we both died of laughter. the funeral service will be held saturday morning at eight thirty. if you consider yourself a friend, you will skip cartoons and come be sad. thank you. may i rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-87202444?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/87202444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/87202444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87202444' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-87044068</id><published>2003-01-06T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T23:53:15.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;how pathetic.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how absolutely pathetic. i didn't want to do my firc paper *so badly* that i procrastinated this morning, not doing it (which was due this afternoon) by doing math homework that's due tomorrow. first of all, like i said, how pathetic. secondly, does that even make sense? and finally, i'm such a dork.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-87044068?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/87044068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/87044068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87044068' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-86936538</id><published>2003-01-04T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T17:53:31.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i can't stop laughing:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must go here. you must! &lt;a href="http://svt.se/hogafflahage/hogafflaHage_site/Kor/hestekor.swf"&gt;horse quartet&lt;/a&gt;. oh my gosh, it's so hilarious. i think i had a little too much fun with that. (i saved it in my favorites too.) what you have to do is click on each horse to add or subtract it. oh, giggle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-86936538?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/86936538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/86936538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86936538' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-86888526</id><published>2003-01-03T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T14:47:03.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;firc...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm here at school, in firc class. meh. only maybe twenty-five minutes until class is over and it's the end of the school day. it's also a friday...joy. weekend! i actually did my outline so i have nothing to do...i wouldn't want to get ahead or anything. heh heh. i only got four hours of sleep last night. i'm blaming it on paul, even though technically he made a disclaimer, which i verbally signed. eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-86888526?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/86888526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/86888526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86888526' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-86812051</id><published>2003-01-01T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-01T23:09:46.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;happy new year, everyone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have school tomorrow. as some of you *cough*nick and paul*cough* don't. oh, and my sister either. poo on everyone. or not. i contradict myself a lot in this journal, don't i? i'll work on it, or something. new years is one of those non-religious holidays...yay for those!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-86812051?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/86812051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/86812051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86812051' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583213.post-86772084</id><published>2002-12-31T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T22:24:58.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;books i completed during my trip:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the chocolate war," by: robert cormier&lt;br /&gt;"echo," by: francesca lia block&lt;br /&gt;"the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy," by: douglas adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a hobby. (badly.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3583213-86772084?l=saphieiiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/86772084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3583213/posts/default/86772084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saphieiiz.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86772084' title=''/><author><name>Devon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214887608144452711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
