<?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-6482673136452688310</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:19:36.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight from the realm of all things amazing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</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>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-3320036668775988779</id><published>2009-11-08T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:27:29.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cliche Love Story Everyone Hates, But Wishes They Could Really Have</title><content type='html'>Since no one reads this blog, no one ever has, and the only person that still keeps their blog updated is Liz, I feel pretty confident that this post won't cause some ripple effect on my life. Blogging has almost died, but writing is still a way to pretend this is how you wish you could sound, and even right now I don't know how I want everyone to see me. Either way, I need to write right now; this instant and no later. So last year (7th), I was still in the shock of 6th grade, and needed to wake up from being a little kid and really look at my life. So there's this guy, and it turns out this is going to be the cliche love story everyone hates, but wishes they could really have. Or at least what I wished, I can't make conclusions for the whole world. That's why I hate geometry so much. There's so many factors and what-ifs that can make a conditional false. Anyways, his name is Austin, and he sat across from me in LA, and ended up in my math class too. He moved here in 6th grade from New Jersey (???), and I had never seen him before. Not in the halls, in my classes, or even his heard his name or voice or heard it on announcements. It ends up that I fall for him.....hard. Like the kind where almost everything that happens somehow brings you to think of him. We used to just sit across from each other LA, and have those awkward "I've been staring at you moments" when the other person looks up from the table side. The only thing to do was to smile and forget it happened. It kinda went back in forth, from me going out of my way to get noticed, to just sitting there thinking how stupid I was to think this great a person might actually like me as much I as had thought I loved him. Here comes rumors that whisper "Hayley you know Austin likes you?" I really didn't know what to think, because I how could some like me, that straight A pony tail blonde girl from gifted and talented language arts? Either way I just ignored it, thinking it to good to be true. But rumors didn't start until about February, and I fell back in November. Maybe those very silent glances and complete lack of communication had somehow made him realized I loved him. But my life went on, and I still had friends and did the other things I loved, just without him. April came, and so did track; and would you guess, Austin joined the team. Now there was a reason to stop him in the halls to ask if we had practice, or if the next meet was in Thorton or York. And we might've have been the only two to not play with the forgotten tennis balls in the parking lot, but would rather just talk. So this went on, but advanced to talking in other classes about anything that was floating around the air, in the school, or just between us. And now there's posters for the black and white dance around school, next week to be exact. Everyone's excited, and makes secret plans to wear  florecents and neons, and the less adventures wore colored socks. Either way I wanted to go, even if just to go with friends, like I had for the five dances before that. Here comes May, and the second Friday of the month, the dance friday everyone had been waiting for. So 7:30 came around, then it was 8:30, then it was 9:25. The DJ says last dance, and Stairway to Heaven, the longest and slowest song that any Middle School to think to torture there students with, came on with the hope of creating some social fireworks tonight. Everyone that had been going out before tonight, were already close enought that they were already asking each other, but those not so lucky were trying to make their way across the dance floor to ask one person if they wanted to stand out a little bit more that night. Who would you guess came over to me? No, it wasn't my friend to suggest and laugh that  even though she and I were alone, we should just talk and think about all the others that had set themselves aside to be looked at in that sort of specticle, it happened to be the only person I had liked that whole year. He just sort of looked at me and smiled, but still closed the last few steps between us and asked. "Hey Hayley do you want you dance?" More like a best friend asking, but it was asking all the same. I didn't even say anything, I just sort of smiled and nodded, and put my hands around his neck. He was nervous, I could tell that much, and when he didn't know how to even hold my waist and slow dance, his whole face was red. But I didn't mind, not at all. And when he said I had really pretty eyes, probably one of the most innocent things you can say to a person, I thought I couldn't possibly blush any more. But that song and night ended, and that was that. So for the next 2 or 3 months, I was actually afraid of talking to him. I didn't want to have to say anything that might make him think I was stupid or anything like that. He thinks I'm so great now, what if I completely ruin it with just one sentance? So I was nervous, shaking, and quiet for the rest of May, and the a little bit of June (say a few days). This was exactly like I was in all of March, afraid that the rumors might be true, so I fixed all my thoughts on the musical which had conviently started in the month of March. Either way, I had fallen so hard I didn't think I could ever get out of it. So when year book signing came around, "Austin, you're an amazing friend, hope to see you over the summer! -Hayley" which happened the same time as "Sorry I didn't ask you out, my parents wouldn't let me. I really like you and I hope you feel the same way. Have a great summer! - Austin". .....I felt like a love sick douche. Either way, summer came and I had no way of seeing him, so I tried to get over him one way or another (which failed miserably). September rolled around, and school started again. For the first 2 weeks of school, was probably the shallowest weeks of my life. It was all summer gossip, and bitching about poeple that pretended to be best friends. The same questions came up again too. "Do you still like him?" "I think he might like you, do you want me to ask?" I knew I still liked him, but I hadn't talked to him, and still didn't see him those 2 weeks, but I told everyone 'I didn't really like him but maybe a little bit.' Week number 3 comes, and we start to talk all over again, like the summer never happened at all. Wednesday October 14th, cross country meet, we started going out. He had called me that Monday, left a message and a question about a movie. "So are we going out?" "Yeah, I think we are." "Okay, good luck in your race." Word for word.... But now I love him all over again. Friday November 6th, field trip bus, we kissed. I'm pretty sure he counted, and it was 8 times. So now I still love him even more than 7th grade, or even October 14th. We call each other almost everyday, and today alone we talked for 4 1/2 hours. I love Austin so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-3320036668775988779?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3320036668775988779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482673136452688310&amp;postID=3320036668775988779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/3320036668775988779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/3320036668775988779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/cliche-love-story-everyone-hates-but.html' title='The Cliche Love Story Everyone Hates, But Wishes They Could Really Have'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-4618605131245683522</id><published>2009-06-09T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:40:29.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There goes 7th grade</title><content type='html'>School is finally almost over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank the f***ing stars it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, this Summer might just be the best fo far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I was an anti-social shut-in person that occasionaly came out for sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came into 7th grade, barely  knowing who my friends were, and what kind of person I would turn out to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I definatly learned who my friends are, and I'm pretty sure I know that I still have no idea where the hell 8th grade is going to take me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about starting a Summer vlog; idea of Liz way back during Sleepy Hollow rehearsles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll just turn out to be a once a month kind of thing, like this blog was in the middle of 7th grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't really have a whole lot to blog/possibly vlog about this Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I might start getting good at running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's going to be hard to run in glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I'm getting glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in other news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie the Whale is now gay thanks to an ever so anymous (HARRY) person in my LA class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie the Whale, is a mythical creature that stops invading UFO's and such of  the alien type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that every so anymous person made him stop his mission and go to the hot dog vender Meggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all down hill from there.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Charlie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and I've rediscovered my love of random movies that are found when you think of a word in the Netflix search bar, and watch that movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch me waste my entire Summer watching movies that no one's heard of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-4618605131245683522?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4618605131245683522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482673136452688310&amp;postID=4618605131245683522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/4618605131245683522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/4618605131245683522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/there-goes-7th-grade.html' title='There goes 7th grade'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-2893620666606910537</id><published>2009-06-09T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:19:58.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fred darling, what brings you out here? ....Holiday</title><content type='html'>Hello new friend&lt;br /&gt;my name is Fred&lt;br /&gt;the words you hear,&lt;br /&gt;is in my head&lt;br /&gt;I say, I said my name is fred&lt;br /&gt;and I've been......very naughty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story I'm about to tell&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, I will tell you well&lt;br /&gt;is about my dear maurial&lt;br /&gt;and just how I've been ......naughty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila, the farm&lt;br /&gt;my aunt lives here&lt;br /&gt;with presious pup and husand dear&lt;br /&gt;my heart beat fast as I drew near&lt;br /&gt;I felt so nice .....and naughty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought just how excited they must be&lt;br /&gt;that I would come today&lt;br /&gt;they'd shout come Fred huzzah hurray&lt;br /&gt;dear boy who looks so .....naughty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an exceprt from bascially the greatest person that never really exsisted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fred, the barber&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-2893620666606910537?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2893620666606910537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-4485637649899702743</id><published>2009-06-01T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:17:05.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There really is no Bonnie after all</title><content type='html'>Mrs. Foley has decided to have a project that has absolutely nothing to do with what we've been learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry&lt;br /&gt;Treasure Island&lt;br /&gt;Poetry&lt;br /&gt;Sonnets&lt;br /&gt;Analyzing poetry&lt;br /&gt;ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this new project is so much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's accents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not accents like in music that make things louder and softer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But accents like how you talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have to pick one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then write a script with other people that have completely 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How’ve you been? Have you been savin’ me a seat tonight? It’s bloody near freezin’ outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hayley peeks over shoulder looking for a name on list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz: We always have seat for you, Nola. A seat with a view?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaelan: Certainly. Right by the window the way I like it. I’d have no other place, no other place for Nola. If I--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz: Alright. Right this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayley: Hold on one minute! How come little miss Bonnie over there gets to go in? She don’t have a reservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaelan: Bonnie’s here too? Well, then sit her down by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I'm this New Yorker that tries to get into a restaurant, without a reservation. I go off ranting a little bit, and Liz is the stern little maître’d that won't give me a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Shaelan shows up as daft little Nola the regular customer. She instantly gets  a seat, which makes me as the New Yorker mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I leave, turns out I did have a reservation, and Liz stares in disbelief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's actually a lot more funny than it sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm in French, and I've already finished a project due tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making it quite boring in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fine when I go to track after school today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered a water bottle for the first time ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it looks like it might be a pretty good day after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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all'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-3050522628857391665</id><published>2009-05-31T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:33:15.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling and possible scarring</title><content type='html'>Helllllo out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taken 3 whole weeks, but I finally feel like myself again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else notice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm not all quite and nervous any more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why that happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to think back 3 weeks ago to what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can think of something it might have been, but that's that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I bought songs on iTunes today, and that's always a good sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is really starting to ramble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about starting a vlog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is basically a video blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do a New York accent for LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is that Colby's doing one too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mine's gonna suck compared to hers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because everyone knows that a Bronx accent beats Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's almost out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer's almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to miss everyone, because at school I see hem everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lucky if I saw one every 2 or 3 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided on what I plan to do with my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn 18, and move to New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy abandoned laboratory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recreate the Bubonic Plague in Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then join the FBI and become a professional stalker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, become a successful horror movie director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then produce a wash-out comedy series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in my 60's admit that I started the Plague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoin the FBI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die in late 90's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taken much thought, but that's what I think I'm supposed to do in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not going to happen for awhile though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at all maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can get a job next year, so that'll be fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to work at somewhere that I can just walk to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my bike doesn't work very well, walking if fun, and I can't drive legally yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this is beyond rambling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched season 1 of House today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ending this blog before the whole site severely scarred as a rambling site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened that week 3 weeks ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell/tech week for the play, Japan night, track meet, dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-3050522628857391665?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3050522628857391665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482673136452688310&amp;postID=3050522628857391665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my brother just yelled at me for sneezing to loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only upside to be an abductee to an illness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that everyone expects nothing of you right now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you have the quiet to think about things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is most definitely things to think about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been thinking about things, and reading Treasure Island for most of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did get up and go that play whose name is escaping me for the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the one about May at the church that was done by the Merry Makers Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was OK, but I thought it was going to be more of a play than a concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a few enemies though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about everyone that was in a 2 foot radius of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sneezing like hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact i didn't have tissues made it even more enjoyable, because they all were staring at me, and it was a tad awkward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably still go to school though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll probably go watch a movie now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dark Knight maybe, it looked pretty good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grease is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone complained about it, but only because that was what everyone else was doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everyone really enjoyed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd : 1st : 2nd&lt;br /&gt;Best : 2nd best : Worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:/&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The 3rd one was the best, no doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is everyone went to the 2nd show because it was Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd show - microphone broke, Mrs. D cursed us, we were nervous, but had the most fun, and took pictures&lt;br /&gt;3rd show - Mrs. M wore BENVOLIO THE LUCKIEST BRACELET EVER, had the cast party, mostly old people went that were there during the 50's, everyone remembered all lines, took pictures, and Miley and I did the BEST Beauty School Drop&lt;br /&gt;Out; like we planned&lt;br /&gt;1st show - opening night, just came from track meet, nervous in good way, did alright for the dancing, almost tripped in Beauty School drop out and couldn't stop laughing at Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got second in the 100 meter sprint at the track meet btw, only by .1 of a second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going to go think some more about somethings and everything, probably check my email at least 7 times today, watch a movie, sneeze, send some pictures with captions, listen to music, sleep a little, finish my Treasure Island report, than probably eat some food in between these activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou uma pessoa doente : I am a sick person&lt;br /&gt;Portuguese : English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-3883295997435971876?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-5272286863835058808</id><published>2009-05-12T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:22:30.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not drugs</title><content type='html'>For those who've noticed that I've been well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal might be the word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous in the words of Shelby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not sure why I wasn't like, normal for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz normal for me is basically spontanious and high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not high, high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not high on drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on life I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I ate cookies and chocolate for lunch, and I feel much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was just sleep-deprived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up reading Treasure Island till 3:00 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got 3 hours of sleep, and Monday nights just suck for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel normal again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and I'm not sure why we're not, maybe I'll ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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drugs'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-6910844081161797188</id><published>2009-05-10T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:25:18.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys and Sonnets</title><content type='html'>Well, I supposes most of you know who I like after the dance, and I'm ok with that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I really do like him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know if he feels exactly the same as I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than again, he asked me, and that makes me hope that maybe he does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm writing a sonnet for LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when everyone is so absorbed in life,&lt;br /&gt;no one stops to take the time to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;what befalls those that posses so much strife?&lt;br /&gt;will they all just be falling asunder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people will see the new postmodern age&lt;br /&gt;while they all search for their own ambition&lt;br /&gt;trying to find a place to call their stage&lt;br /&gt;and to avoid following tradition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another stanza that isn't written&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and be true to all that we have confined&lt;br /&gt;and the calming halt of our restless mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatta you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom said it didn't really have a topic, and it didn't really need one because it's deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure it is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, please tell me what you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of both things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-6910844081161797188?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6910844081161797188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482673136452688310&amp;postID=6910844081161797188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/6910844081161797188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/6910844081161797188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/guys-and-sonnets.html' title='Guys and Sonnets'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-2330074787397290998</id><published>2009-05-09T07:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T07:13:43.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dance</title><content type='html'>Shaelan, don't act so surprised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title='dance'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-6417338417060562734</id><published>2009-05-05T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T18:46:54.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint and prizes</title><content type='html'>Does anybody know how to get acrylic paint off hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be much appreciated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody else side with me that if your half right, you deserve half a prize?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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prizes'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-2914304075230014962</id><published>2009-05-02T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:30:20.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinosaurs</title><content type='html'>Dinosaurs are the best thing ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially green ones with purple spots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lop-sided mouths that look like they're always smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the best of the dinosaurs, and the ones that should have survived the killing of the dinosaurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I still love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;div 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title='Dinosaurs'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-5326094724090187044</id><published>2009-05-01T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:52:48.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily post</title><content type='html'>I will reach my goal of 100 posts, so I'll try to blog every day or 2 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing extremely exciting today happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During school:&lt;br /&gt;Reading Treasure Island, learning about Japan, taking a math test, scaring 6th graders in French, and making fun of Mrs. Ellis's cow lick in band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school:&lt;br /&gt;Track - Failed at hurdles after 10 minutes, then decided to go to long jump&lt;br /&gt;There was Ian, Meggie, Austin, and Hannah left after 15 minutes, while Tish came over with 15 minutes left of track&lt;br /&gt;Well, I fell down during one of my jumps&lt;br /&gt;I jumped off the ground to hard, spun around, and landed in the dirt&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that made it better was the fact that Ian and Meggie fell too&lt;br /&gt;Meggie and I avoided getting high-fived because Austin and Ian had basically almost black hands from the dirt, but they did high-five us at least 3 times each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babysitting:&lt;br /&gt;Made $20 dollars, and now I have to wait untill 1 o'clock to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That concludes my Friday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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post'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-6100524668292355589</id><published>2009-04-30T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:38:48.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 23rd post of all time</title><content type='html'>Yeah I realize that I haven't been &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;bloggin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;posting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;blogitizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or whatever you you want to call it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also optional to have &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;blogitizing&lt;/span&gt; with no 'g', like in '&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;bloggin'&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in the past 11 days I haven't &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;posted&lt;/span&gt;, these things have happened: (this is a long list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have become a fan of &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;electronica&lt;/span&gt; music, and plan on becoming a super-emo &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt; type of person&lt;br /&gt;There's 2 bands that I like right now that are actually considered &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;electroinca&lt;/span&gt;, and those are Owl City, and Nickosaurus&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickosaurus&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; includes the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; in it's name; I'm not that excited about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. School started back up&lt;br /&gt;My last &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt; was during vacation so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I finished the 2nd season of Heroes, but now just about every spoiler thanks to (&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;L&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;iz&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Maria&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Shaelan&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; Lauren&lt;/span&gt;, ect.) some people that are in the parenthesis to the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Track&lt;/span&gt; has started, and I die a little every day&lt;br /&gt;I am a sprinter, and CAN NOT do distance&lt;br /&gt;and a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hurdler &lt;/span&gt;and long&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; jumper&lt;/span&gt; but that doesn't play into the 'no distance' as much&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I'm also meeting a bunch of 6th graders that are........&lt;br /&gt;well, let's say 6th grade has changed from last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Play&lt;/span&gt; preformance is coming up&lt;br /&gt;14, 15, 16, mark your &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;calenders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play the random high schooler, also known as an ensamble&lt;br /&gt;Then again I get to &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;dance&lt;/span&gt; with Josiah, and then Deven will slit my troat&lt;br /&gt;(Deven is going out with Josiah, *shudders*)&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*, Middle School drama&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. It's the Middle School Dating Game&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;play &lt;/span&gt;is coming up to, and I get to be some has-been game show host whose wwwaaayyy over that hill&lt;br /&gt;Around &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;80&lt;/span&gt; or so&lt;br /&gt;And Elise + Mrs. D yell a lot at me for NOT being &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;80&lt;/span&gt;, but I'm only 12 so I'm not even half-way up that hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Swine Flu&lt;br /&gt;Dum Dum Dum&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing is that every one gets to make funny fake&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; coughing&lt;/span&gt; sounds and pretend to have it&lt;br /&gt;This will only last till one of us actually gets it and almost dies&lt;br /&gt;But they did close the &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Elementary&lt;/span&gt; School for health reasons, so we're next&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Math team&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over-achieving nerd club&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so I made the team and get to skip school to go to Portland on Tuesday, while everyone else gets to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LEARN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;But they always have these really good cookies, so i just might live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Black and White &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dance,&lt;/span&gt; on friday, 11 days, needs to go on that &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;calender&lt;/span&gt; or your too&lt;br /&gt;I might ask this guys, but it'll be akward and I'll probably fall down the stairs or something in the middle of asking him&lt;br /&gt;But I like him, and I think he might like me&lt;br /&gt;It's be some much less complicated is he asked me, cuz I'd just say yes and be done with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Either&lt;/span&gt; way..........&lt;br /&gt;stupid middle school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My new tradition&lt;br /&gt;Write a &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;smiley&lt;/span&gt; face on my hand everyday&lt;br /&gt;Today it was on my knee, so it could go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Where will it be tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Japan project&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm doing &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Geisha&lt;/span&gt; people with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Liz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Mrs. M is all excited cuz nobody's ever done that before, so I'd like to get a good grade&lt;br /&gt;and play my fair share so I don't have &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Liz&lt;/span&gt; do everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. My room is clean&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty self exsplanitory in the title&lt;br /&gt;Took a few days and some late nights having &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; (those darn &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; specks), but it's clean&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all leave it at that for now, cuz 13 is an unlucky # to have for lists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Neither of those &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;eletronica&lt;/span&gt; bands are my currant favorite&lt;br /&gt;The currant currant favorite currantly is Nevershoutnever&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which like Nickosaurus&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;, has an &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; in the name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;bloggin'&lt;/span&gt; later, cuz I wann hit 100 blogs before the year/summers out&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG that was the &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;smiley&lt;/span&gt; face of #10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for it tomorrow&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-6100524668292355589?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6100524668292355589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482673136452688310&amp;postID=6100524668292355589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/6100524668292355589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/6100524668292355589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/23rd-post-of-all-time.html' title='The 23rd post of all time'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-104412828626481878</id><published>2009-04-19T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T13:09:12.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>secret-less blog</title><content type='html'>so everybody has secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one is i really have nothing to blog about without sharing one that shouldn't be told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's this secret-less blog that's about nothing at ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just did this to get my name as the most recent blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's a secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-104412828626481878?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/104412828626481878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482673136452688310&amp;postID=104412828626481878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/104412828626481878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/104412828626481878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/secret-less-blog.html' title='secret-less blog'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-1772111144033910479</id><published>2009-04-06T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:13:57.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Benito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toP-L3P0OWE/Sdp86Oq3RVI/AAAAAAAAADo/8xK-2p61fas/s1600-h/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toP-L3P0OWE/Sdp86Oq3RVI/AAAAAAAAADo/8xK-2p61fas/s200/Picture+10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321703249503798610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toP-L3P0OWE/Sdp8516bbfI/AAAAAAAAADg/SDd8wjUArx4/s1600-h/Picture+9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toP-L3P0OWE/Sdp8516bbfI/AAAAAAAAADg/SDd8wjUArx4/s200/Picture+9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321703242858196466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toP-L3P0OWE/Sdp85fAS8nI/AAAAAAAAADY/ByyO5AsbyGQ/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toP-L3P0OWE/Sdp85fAS8nI/AAAAAAAAADY/ByyO5AsbyGQ/s200/Picture+8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321703236708790898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toP-L3P0OWE/Sdp8mag_AFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Dm4Fs-qcRrc/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toP-L3P0OWE/Sdp8mag_AFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Dm4Fs-qcRrc/s200/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321702909086203986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toP-L3P0OWE/Sdp8mH-OaHI/AAAAAAAAADI/St6C_TOJtqI/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toP-L3P0OWE/Sdp8mH-OaHI/AAAAAAAAADI/St6C_TOJtqI/s200/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321702904108574834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toP-L3P0OWE/Sdp8ly8KIJI/AAAAAAAAADA/0koFtl4v_hs/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toP-L3P0OWE/Sdp8ly8KIJI/AAAAAAAAADA/0koFtl4v_hs/s200/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321702898462761106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toP-L3P0OWE/Sdp8lU17UiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Vt4C9OuDAeo/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toP-L3P0OWE/Sdp8lU17UiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Vt4C9OuDAeo/s200/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321702890383561250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toP-L3P0OWE/Sdp8k-ncGBI/AAAAAAAAACw/c69lbQw1Uw8/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toP-L3P0OWE/Sdp8k-ncGBI/AAAAAAAAACw/c69lbQw1Uw8/s200/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321702884417214482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toP-L3P0OWE/Sdp8FcBU-rI/AAAAAAAAACo/9EepGI2_bN4/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toP-L3P0OWE/Sdp8FcBU-rI/AAAAAAAAACo/9EepGI2_bN4/s200/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321702342554614450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday night, yesterday evening to be exact, I found myself bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took my camera, went outside, and was hoping to take some pictures with this camera that was now outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't know what to take pictures of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad suggests, "Why don't you take your brother piggy bank right there and take pictures?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I named this pig, without my brothers knowing, Mr. Benito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly because it sounds cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/student/Pictures/iPhoto%20Library/Originals/2009/Apr%205,%202009/IMG_1622.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from yesterday's photo shoot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order from left to right going down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. tanning salon&lt;br /&gt;2. wood pile/mountain of kings&lt;br /&gt;3. retouch on red paint job&lt;br /&gt;4. OMG A CAT&lt;br /&gt;5. poverty&lt;br /&gt;6. stairs that look wayyyy to high to climb&lt;br /&gt;7. sitting after a long day on the soft wavering grass&lt;br /&gt;8. it's not like the grass :[&lt;br /&gt;9. TREES ARE SO MUCH FUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if this if out of order, but I think you could figure out when reading the captions&lt;br /&gt;it was right when i typed this up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-1772111144033910479?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1772111144033910479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482673136452688310&amp;postID=1772111144033910479' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/1772111144033910479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/1772111144033910479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/mr-benito.html' title='Mr. Benito'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toP-L3P0OWE/Sdp86Oq3RVI/AAAAAAAAADo/8xK-2p61fas/s72-c/Picture+10.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-4782740013703576816</id><published>2009-03-30T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:36:45.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless</title><content type='html'>I don't really need to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that sounds weird, but I only got 3 hours today, and I was fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I need to sleep, it's just that I don't need that much to be able to get out of bed each morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, at 10:33 pm, all hyped up. And I haven't even eaten anything since 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seems that whenever I'm happy, or excited, I don't feel as tired after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like it takes more energy to just sit there and tap your fingeres on the table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe happiness is just its own energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been having these really good days constantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just don't sleep more than 7 hours a night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't with the thought of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt;      :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-4782740013703576816?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4782740013703576816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482673136452688310&amp;postID=4782740013703576816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/4782740013703576816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/4782740013703576816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleepless.html' title='Sleepless'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-2782351108686811665</id><published>2009-03-26T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:13:01.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I did, so I did</title><content type='html'>Yes, I changed my blog layout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just looks less cluttered this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to give me your feedback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring cleaning is just an unavoidable thing for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like little OCD specks are in the air or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my poems for LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried really hard to avoid clichés, but it's poetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PoEtRy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-2782351108686811665?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2782351108686811665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482673136452688310&amp;postID=2782351108686811665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/2782351108686811665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/2782351108686811665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-i-did-so-i-did.html' title='So I did, so I did'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-6956984595313529746</id><published>2009-03-20T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:45:51.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's take it from the top</title><content type='html'>I had a good day today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very good day today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made people laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the only reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more I don't really want to talk about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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top'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-7680818678298956134</id><published>2009-03-14T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T06:13:54.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spaghetti dinner, raffles, and thumbprint cookies</title><content type='html'>So Wednesday night was the spaghetti dinner at KES. My brother goes to that school, so we all had to go by default.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, you show up, buy raffle tickets, eat some pasta the tastes like rubber, then eat at least 3 cookies to get the taste out of you mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ever since I was like 5, I've always won something from a raffle, no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time, my sisters birthday was coming up, and I knew what I was going to make her. It would be sort-of a candy aquarium. With jell-o for water, and blueberries for rocks, some rock candy for coral, and a few Swedish fish, and a gummy shark or 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't have a fish bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was a raffle at the library, for a fish bowl filled to the brim with Swedish fish. I bought a ticket, guessed how many were in there, and gave it to the librarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to camp for a week with my mom's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back, my dad said the library called, and I had won the fish bowl. I think I was 2 numbers away, and 3 other kids guessed the same number I did. So they had to put all of our names in a hat, and they pulled out my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raffles are my thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back at the spaghetti dinner, there was all this cheesy stuff on the table, so I just put a ticket in each one. The next day they called, and said my dad had one a juggling kit, and I had one a dessert cook book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardly a fish bowl filled with Swedish fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I am enjoying some thumbprint cookies (the ones with little chocolate kisses on them) that were made from the recipe in the dessert cook book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-7680818678298956134?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7680818678298956134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482673136452688310&amp;postID=7680818678298956134' title='9 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type='text'>WTHIISIM</title><content type='html'>WHAT THE F*** IT IS SNOWING IN MARCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-6274213199333047531?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6274213199333047531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482673136452688310&amp;postID=6274213199333047531' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/6274213199333047531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/6274213199333047531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/wthiisim.html' title='WTHIISIM'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-1346023813820049214</id><published>2009-02-27T09:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:19:22.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Names that start only with the letter D</title><content type='html'>In LA, we have a choice. And that choice is to either write a really-not-worth-the-effort paper, or make a kick-ass movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got to pick partners, and write the script. But the whole point of writing this is part of our mystery unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a mystery movie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically what happens is there's these two restaurants, and one is doing better than the other. The good one decides to open another restaurant, which makes the bad one wonder.....&lt;br /&gt;"Will I go out of business?? Probably..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the owner of the bad one, played by me, decides to kill the owner of the good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the good restaurant owners wife goes to find a detective to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the cast list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah Moon: Murderer&lt;br /&gt;Danielle Silver: Accomplice&lt;br /&gt;Dimitri Petrov: Detective&lt;br /&gt;David Greene: Victim&lt;br /&gt;Dominique Greene: Victim's wife&lt;br /&gt;Diablo: Dimitri's cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the person that's playing the detective, is other co-director, along with me.&lt;br /&gt;Odd that the detective and the murderer planned and created the whole movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technicalities....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We filmed this practically everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;First, Dominique is also the owner of the shiny nice camera we used.&lt;br /&gt;So while I was away in Florida on vacation, Dominique and Dimitri filmed their 2 scenes that they have together.&lt;br /&gt;When I came home, we did the investigation scene w/t me and Dimitri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY CRAP IT WAS COLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like 17˚ out!!!! And there was wind!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this ice patch that we all slipped on, but only Dimitri fell down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on some other day, we called up Danielle and told her that we're gonna do the rest of the scenes with her and everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to walk down to the store that Danielle was supposed to work at in the movie. It was closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we just decided to do the store that was right next to it. When we got in, it was around 5-ish. We filmed some stuff, and kept filming, and so on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right in the middle of a shot, this person that actually does work there says we have to leave because their closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:[[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then to finish the scene, we had to run over to a new location (Garden Street Market), and film all the stuff there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how they always have those free cookies for like kids 5 and under?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;age is but a number by the way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY WEREN'T THERE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kinda started freaking out.......and everybody kinda stood there and stared at us......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we filmed the rest of it, and the arrest scene....and put in on YouTube!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if Dimitri's done editing it, or what we even named it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-1346023813820049214?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1346023813820049214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482673136452688310&amp;postID=1346023813820049214' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/1346023813820049214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/1346023813820049214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/2009/02/names-that-start-only-with-letter-d.html' title='Names that start only with the letter D'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-33289351290705624</id><published>2009-02-10T13:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:44:48.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>So if you have iTunes 7.7 or higher, there's this thing called Genius, and what it does is find some songs that it thinks your gonna like. All it does is take songs the songs in you music already, and takes somethings imilar in the entire iTunes, and says "Hey, you're gonna like this song cuz you already like the song so-and-so"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been using this a lot lately, because I still have over $30 dollars in gift cards, and I plan on spending them some time or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've bought 9 songs off this nifty little device, all of them alternative, because that's my music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Coffeeshop Soundtrack - All Time Low&lt;br /&gt;2. Memory - Sugarcult&lt;br /&gt;3. Best of Me - The Starting Line&lt;br /&gt;4. Oh, It is Love - Hellogoodbye&lt;br /&gt;5. Only One - Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;6. About a Girl - The Academy is...&lt;br /&gt;7. Work - Jimmy Eats World&lt;br /&gt;8. Song in My Head - Sherwood&lt;br /&gt;9. My Beautiful Rescue - This Providence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do realize that all of these are alternative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first one is a very catchy song, but kinda pointless lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Although the music video is very funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd: A song about this guy trying to win this girl back, and the music video is a bunch of stick figures dancing to the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd: I LOVE THIS SONG! Lyrics are very good, music video is very good, and the band is very good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th: Soft song with words, except the words are kinda thrown everywhere, not very well placed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th: This band, wrote the song "Ocean Avenue", which all people on this Earth have heard. Unless you are that one person that hasn't heard it, then it would be different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th: This song (not kidding) has been played 36 times. I've only had it for 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th: I like this song the best out of everything they've done. They wrote "The Middle"&lt;br /&gt;And I know that 100% of English speaking people have heard it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th: Music video is better than the actually song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th: Very addicting song, best lyrics of all these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So......yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want the musical to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really bored after school, and I need something to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't a real rhyme if you think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing is not a fun thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-33289351290705624?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/33289351290705624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482673136452688310&amp;postID=33289351290705624' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/33289351290705624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/33289351290705624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/2009/02/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-3301616974620848588</id><published>2009-02-04T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:46:53.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never a circle</title><content type='html'>Life is full of leaps, bounds, slips, and falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I exceed in things, other things suffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as those things suffer, things that I exceed at are taken away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really have to be so perfectly rounded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, and I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People need to realize that I can only be human&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-3301616974620848588?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3301616974620848588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482673136452688310&amp;postID=3301616974620848588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/3301616974620848588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/3301616974620848588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-is-full-of-leaps-bounds-slips-and.html' title='Never a circle'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-8192021427915846436</id><published>2009-02-01T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T10:46:53.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Up To Date</title><content type='html'>Due to popular request, demand, and a few death threats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am updating my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very exciting/strange/sad/hungry thing happened today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lizard escaped because she was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, basically when she gets hungry, she starts spazing and making all this noise so I'll feed her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept through all that noise today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I get up, eat breakfast, take a shower, in that order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom says she can't find her in her cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we looked around the house for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after about 5 minutes, she runs back into my room, still looking for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I fed her, AND locked her cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she knows the only way to get me to feed her, is not by noise, but by escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smart little lizard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found a song to do for the musical auditions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Thing - Sung by Helen Bonham Carter - Sweeney Todd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really depressing song in a major key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's really fun to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought the music with my mom's credit card, and printed it and what not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many rumors that the musical will be Beauty and the Beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to do Beauty and the Beast though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the movie and all, but so does everyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine people don't get out that much, but they've all seen it, and will just compare it to our vesion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That didn't happen in the movie"&lt;br /&gt;"Look how that Belle missed the high note"&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't Mrs. Pots supposed to be fatter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do something no one has heard of. Like Bugsy Malone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably try out for Belle anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going go Florida, that's pretty exciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Valentine's day is when we're leaving, and I really want to spend a 2 hour plaine ride with my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my camera, so I'll live. Especially since we're only going to Animal Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head shot of a giraffe or 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So besides almost failing LA, school is pretty boring&lt;br /&gt;Either way there's always some homework to avoid or do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-8192021427915846436?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8192021427915846436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482673136452688310&amp;postID=8192021427915846436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/8192021427915846436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/8192021427915846436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/2009/02/keeping-up-to-date.html' title='Keeping Up To Date'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-6350610537913667102</id><published>2009-01-28T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:21:25.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow day, new day, white day, today</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is a glorious snow day. No school, no homework, no wake-up time before sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;It is a good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is I'm out of time-wasting things to do. I've been sketching, cleaning, sleeping, playing around with YouTube,  and finishing homework which isn't due for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've resorted to blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ignoring the fact that I have nothing to blog about. Maybe you'll just think I do while you read my blog about nothing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blog that never existed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..... that sounds rather morbid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of morbid things, we have an LA project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to make a mystery movie!! We can't have it be about: murder, rape, kidnaping, ect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said nothing about assassination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, relying on this loop-hole, Shaelan and I plan to do an amazing movie that will shun all 4-8 page essays, which is the alternative for those who have no skill in cameras and all their wonderful powers which they possess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that Shaelan likes cameras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooo, I haven't really accomplished a whole lot today. I completely fixed my iTouch, who would not like me for certain apps and songs. Now, my new favorite app is called Songbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songbook is this nifty little device that makes it possible for you to write down anything and everything, and make it look like a song. It works well for real songs to, because when ever I listen to a song, I always automatically write down the lyrics. It's just harder with an iTouch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also write down guitar tabs for that song. Good thing a know a whole 3 cords.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously my guitar career has taken off for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually started writing this blog on Wednesday, but it just so happens to be Thursday night now. I just shut my laptop, and found something better to do. That's exactly how easily distracted people are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just started packing up for Florida today.  I have realized how much I absolutely hate packing. It might be worth it when I get there and it's above freezing weather everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow day, new day, white day, today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-6350610537913667102?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6350610537913667102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482673136452688310&amp;postID=6350610537913667102' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/6350610537913667102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/6350610537913667102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-day-new-day-white-day-today.html' title='Snow day, new day, white day, today'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-825966399950779235</id><published>2009-01-18T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:31:31.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange Pinapple Apple Juice</title><content type='html'>I know that I have been completely neglecting my blog for the past 19 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which actually doesn't seem so long in retro-spect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems in life that only big important things are taken to notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When reading the paper, people are more likely to read things that affect their life, rather than the death of the local cashere at McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whuch might affect few people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged, because there isn't a whole lot of interesting out of the ordinary crazy-random happenstances in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except I've been reunited with orange pinapple apple juice that I haven't had in like a year&lt;br /&gt;It's sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo goooooooooooood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still looking for a song for musical auditions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework:&lt;br /&gt;Can never focas long enough to do it&lt;br /&gt;If I have the will-power, and earge to, I have to either talk to someone, something, walk around while doing it, or play with a hair tie in my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair ties are quite entertaining. Don't try flicking them at people that know where you live (teachers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mail-man knows where you live too, just saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister got new beta fish; name is Cornelius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get a beta fish. If I had, I would have renamed it each week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish aren't as cool as my other pets though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life hasen't changed a whole lot for me.&lt;br /&gt;Busy with basketball, play, retarded homework that a third grader could figure out....except science&lt;br /&gt;But life is pretty good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-825966399950779235?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/825966399950779235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482673136452688310&amp;postID=825966399950779235' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/825966399950779235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/825966399950779235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/2009/01/orange-pinapple-apple-juice.html' title='Orange Pinapple Apple Juice'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-216955820537828122</id><published>2008-12-31T09:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:28:42.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had really strange dreams for the past 3 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;don't feel like talking about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was at school. It seem like a really average school day. I actually remeber it was day one though. It must have been step up day or something cuz each 7th grader was walking with a 6th grader. The infamous Angel was with me. So instead of a normal day, we all had to go to our 6th graders classes. Step-down day? Anyway, I didn't go to any of the classes with her, so I ended up missing lunch somehow... Then I broke into the school vending machine, and stole a bunch of poptarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm at what looks like a Christmas party. Except I'm with Marion Cerino? We weren't allowed upstairs. This wasn't even our house though. It looked like we had just shown up at some guys party. So we went upstairs, and found this old play room. Inside was all these cats and records and turn tables. Then the power went out.&lt;br /&gt;So now all we have is a bunch of records and cats. Then the people that live at the house leave, and the door is locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's like post-Christmas trama or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many candy canes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-216955820537828122?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/216955820537828122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482673136452688310&amp;postID=216955820537828122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/216955820537828122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/216955820537828122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/2008/12/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-8812142272067885637</id><published>2008-12-19T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:34:30.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing in the snow</title><content type='html'>Feeling is something most people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many are too hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like describing the color blue to someone who is blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you supposed to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue is the color of cool, the soft wind bringing a chill to the air.&lt;br /&gt;It is when something is sad, dissapointment in all forms.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it is so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since ever, I've assioated things with a color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've completely overdone the word kaleidoscope, I don't really know what color I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gay so I can't use rainbow either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so happy, maybe I'm yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-8812142272067885637?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8812142272067885637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482673136452688310&amp;postID=8812142272067885637' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/8812142272067885637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/8812142272067885637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/2008/12/dancing-in-snow.html' title='dancing in the snow'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-7569055482147559256</id><published>2008-12-14T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:36:16.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the hell do people think they aren't human?</title><content type='html'>Here are a few simple traits that make a person human, and yet everyone seems to deny them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bringing something up, saying "I don't want to talk about", when they really want you to get them to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pretending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lying&lt;br /&gt;Even a simple little conversation can go the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Not keeping the smallest of promises, then saying that they did it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Blaming people for there own mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Are influenced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Crave knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Want things, even the impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people aren't  perfect. And some aren't they way they wish they were.&lt;br /&gt;People have flaws, just many don't accept it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-7569055482147559256?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7569055482147559256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482673136452688310&amp;postID=7569055482147559256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/7569055482147559256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/7569055482147559256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-hell-do-people-think-they-arent.html' title='Why the hell do people think they aren&apos;t human?'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-3036766967615360325</id><published>2008-12-14T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T11:19:21.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toP-L3P0OWE/SUVb1-_fU0I/AAAAAAAAABo/7Q2ucv2GtcQ/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toP-L3P0OWE/SUVb1-_fU0I/AAAAAAAAABo/7Q2ucv2GtcQ/s400/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279727121162261314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'll be my star&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your sky&lt;br /&gt;You can hide underneath&lt;br /&gt;and come out at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turn jet black&lt;br /&gt;and you show off your light&lt;br /&gt;I live to let you shine&lt;br /&gt;I live to let you shine&lt;br /&gt;~Boats and Birds&lt;br /&gt;Gregory &amp;amp; the Hawk&lt;br /&gt;Played at the 8th graders graduation last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People never seem to realize how much other people might need them.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let go to something important, or something that could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-3036766967615360325?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3036766967615360325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482673136452688310&amp;postID=3036766967615360325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/3036766967615360325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/3036766967615360325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-youll-be-my-star-ill-be-your-sky-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toP-L3P0OWE/SUVb1-_fU0I/AAAAAAAAABo/7Q2ucv2GtcQ/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-3792370439880973020</id><published>2008-12-13T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:48:21.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>I is sad&lt;br /&gt;Some have nothing&lt;br /&gt;I have so much&lt;br /&gt;Need to do something&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-3792370439880973020?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3792370439880973020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482673136452688310&amp;postID=3792370439880973020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/3792370439880973020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/3792370439880973020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/2008/12/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-5568371330747959451</id><published>2008-12-13T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:39:16.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i still watch them</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last post was much more philosophical then i would have thought. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;BRIGHTER SUBJECT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyone grew up with Disney movies. From Cinderella, to Winne the Pooh, classics.&lt;br /&gt;But now, (please look at the subject line) when some of us have stopped watching the movies from our pasts, with the exception of the Grinch on Christmas, do we ever think back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there was no poison lead on our toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were simpler times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets look back on a few of the morals in the movies we so loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs:&lt;br /&gt;Even though your stepmother is evil, you will still hit high notes and find love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Mermaid:&lt;br /&gt;You can marry out of your species&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady and the Tramp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.disneymovieslist.com/movies/lady-tramp.asp" class="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A 1st kiss is always romantic with spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aladdin:&lt;br /&gt;As long as you've got ur trusty genie and monkey, you're all set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasia:&lt;br /&gt;Loud music and Dinosaurs are very entertaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbo:&lt;br /&gt;All you need is a magic feather to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James and the Giant Peach:&lt;br /&gt;Never take boiled alligator tongues from strange old men, unless you want to go to New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look what's happen to those beloved movies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School Musical:&lt;br /&gt;No morals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wall-E:&lt;br /&gt;The world is going to be unable to house life, except for small plants that live in fridges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolt:&lt;br /&gt;No one has superpowers. Probably crushed a few kids on that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saying, isn't it weird Fantasia 2000 came out in 1999?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-5568371330747959451?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5568371330747959451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482673136452688310&amp;postID=5568371330747959451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/5568371330747959451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/5568371330747959451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-still-watch-them.html' title='i still watch them'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-478753779568075665</id><published>2008-12-13T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:10:55.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>really...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed that so many people are claiming to be ordinary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does "I'm just and ordinary girl trying to find her place in this big world", sound remotely familiar?  That almost rhymes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people saying that they are ordinary, and original? 2 words with completely different meanings. Can anyone even define 'ordinary' without a dictionary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all used the word before, others more than some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does ordinary mean wearing a pair of uggs of bear paws? Going with what ever someone tells you is ordinary? Seeing what other people are doing, and doing the exact same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone is so ordinary, then why do we give them the time of day? When they're just like the person before them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything and everyone ends up doing things for gain. Social gain, personal gain, economic gain. It's always gonna be a ripple effect, and end up with gaining something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I wear a good shirt today? To gain attention.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly didn't do that today though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need more original people in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original is to be peerless, and do whatever the hell you want to do. Nobody is completely original. No one is completely ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can the world have ordinary people, when the whole world is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-478753779568075665?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/478753779568075665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482673136452688310&amp;postID=478753779568075665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/478753779568075665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/478753779568075665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/2008/12/really.html' title='really...'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-4679288913149971974</id><published>2008-12-11T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:36:30.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs, singing, and other music-ish things</title><content type='html'>Tis the season to be singing, fa la la la la, la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saying, I had to actually sing that to see the amount of la's in there.&lt;br /&gt;As anyone who stands near me for more than 15 minutes will know, I love to sing. I will sing anything, at any time, to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been known to sing in the middle of groceries stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I've been searching for songs to do for the musical auditions in 2 months. I know it seems really far away, but I'd like time to get used to the song and stuff. For this exact moment in time, I'm eating some mozzarella sticks and pizza. That's how badly I need motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, feel free to vote for your favorite topping. I voted for olive, and I'm eating some olive pizza right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, back to the sing problem. So far, I have annoyed many people by singing "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Green finch and linnet bird&lt;/span&gt;" from Sweeney Todd. Very high, annoying, and bouncy song. I'm probably not even going to get stage hand if I sang that. Anyone out there in this blogging world have an idea for a song? One that won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) break glass (or my drama teacher)&lt;br /&gt;2) have people throw things at me&lt;br /&gt;3) make my face turn blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably going to lose my voice anyway with flute and what not, so send me anything! I'll probably get to read them, if I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thnx to those who will take the time to leave a comment with a helpful song. A not as thankful thnx to those who seem to have time to read this blog, but don't comment. Thnx anyway.&lt;br /&gt;~Hayley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-4679288913149971974?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4679288913149971974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482673136452688310&amp;postID=4679288913149971974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/4679288913149971974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/4679288913149971974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/2008/12/songs-singing-and-other-music-ish.html' title='Songs, singing, and other music-ish things'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482673136452688310.post-2513585101770381679</id><published>2008-12-09T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:03:54.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever notice the colors</title><content type='html'>To those of you who happen to be reading this blog at whatever time it happens to be wherever you happen to have stumbled upon this certain blog which happens to be mine, enjoy reading. To those who were just severally confused, I'm ever so sorry, and hope you don't have to read that more than five times to figure it out. If you would look above this ever so clever little blog of mine, you will see bold words. Those bold words happen to be saying something that again, some of you may find confusing. These bold words , also known as a title, happen to be saying this *coughs dramatically*: "Ever notice the colors". Honestly, I do not know why I named this special little blog that. I didn't really want to go through the whole "omg, this is my first blog! I hope you all read it!". Very cliché. Oh well. The world needs more people that don't go with the flow. Blogosphere, seems to have it's own flow.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, how many colors are there in a rainbow? Can we taste this rainbow as the TV tells us? The world may never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482673136452688310-2513585101770381679?l=therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2513585101770381679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482673136452688310&amp;postID=2513585101770381679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/2513585101770381679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482673136452688310/posts/default/2513585101770381679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealmofamazingthings.blogspot.com/2008/12/ever-noticed-colors.html' title='Ever notice the colors'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964312849289639414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
