<?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-9694735</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:39:38.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Teenage Novelist</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-8934249321476598362</id><published>2006-12-30T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T08:17:39.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so i face the final curtain...</title><content type='html'>well, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just a post letting you all know that i am done with this blog. it bores me, as i'm sure it bores all of you. it's a diary. meh. lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i made a new one, because frankly, i wanted a change. it's url is &lt;a href="http://knowyouramphibians.blogspot.com"&gt;http://knowyouramphibians.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. thought i should alert you, as there will be no more updating here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yep. farewell, confessions of a teenage novelist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-8934249321476598362?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/8934249321476598362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=8934249321476598362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/8934249321476598362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/8934249321476598362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-so-i-face-final-curtain.html' title='and so i face the final curtain...'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-116674019525948672</id><published>2006-12-21T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T14:29:55.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my back says purity</title><content type='html'>and it looks really awesome. or, looked, rather, i'm really not sure how much has rubbed off during the course of the day. i hope not too much, but it is permanent marker, so probably not that much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. excited for fruits' party. twill be amusing. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mkay, so here comes my confession: i am incapable of making large loaves of cranberry bread. i had to make a quadruple batch of the dough, and then i had to make 7 small loaves, and this one big one. well, all the little ones turned out fine...but the big one, well ingenious me decided to grease the pan even though the diretions didn't say to, so it didn't bake. luis and i tried everythink to get the thing to be edible, i mean we even tried putting it in the microwave because it cooks from the inside out, but no dice. so after wrestling with it for near an hour afterwards, i flew the white flag of surrender. we'll make another one in time for Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really glad that everyone liked my presents, especially mike and nick (LOL! man that one was funny), and i like what i got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mom and i are going to mall of america! and i'm looking for leather boots and jeans, because i need more that i actually like, and probably a few skirts with leggings, maybe. a few sweaters. and if i find any really awesome summer stuff, i'll buy it now and wear it then. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm out. just figured i should update. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-116674019525948672?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/116674019525948672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=116674019525948672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/116674019525948672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/116674019525948672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-back-says-purity.html' title='my back says purity'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-116578745618991781</id><published>2006-12-10T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T13:52:51.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo tree!</title><content type='html'>as much as i may not understand how my brother and i came from the genetic pools of our parents, there are times where i realize they are actually fun people to associate with. like today after church. we went to steak and shake for lunch (oh, egg nog milk shake...how i love thee...) and we wound up just cracking joke after joke about nothing in particular, and well...we got quite loud, and the people in the restaurant were starting to give us unappreciative glares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which of course just made things funnier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that we went to jewel to get a christmas tree (which really irritates me that we're not cutting our own down like we used to...*sighs* oh well.) and my mom went inside to do groceries, leaving luis, dad, and me on our own to find a tree. well dad actually was looking...luis and i were still on a major sugar high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this wall of signs at the place with funny sayings. my favorite would have to be "unaccompanied children will be sold as elves", though a close second was "buy 19 trees, get one free!" luis was like "why the hell would you need 20 christmas trees?" it was then that i had to explain to luis what satire is. he laughed. obnoxiously. so i joined in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was the cousin it tree, that was so furry it looked like a green fuzz ball. then dad calls us over and is like "hey, what do you think of this one?" i took one look at it before going, "it's blue." which sent luis into a fit of giggles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad argued that it was because it was a blue spruce, but when he asked the guy what kind of tree it was he goes "it's a white spruce." luis whispered in my ear, "then why is it blue?" sending us into more hysteria, and then finally, when the guy had given us enough weird looks, we ran into the cover of more trees and kept laughing. so if it was a blue white spruce, it was just depressed. so it was an emo tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then dad found another one and i'm like "it's white." and dad rolls his eyes while luis whispers "racist...". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well eventually, through the immense laughter, we found an acceptable tree. it's beginning to feel a lot more like christmas around here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to find a day for that christmas party thing i wanted to have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-116578745618991781?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/116578745618991781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=116578745618991781' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/116578745618991781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/116578745618991781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/12/emo-tree.html' title='emo tree!'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-116498060830601513</id><published>2006-12-01T05:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T05:43:28.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and God said "well i hate chemistry, too..."</title><content type='html'>i really think we got a snowday today because katie wolf prayed for one so she wouldn't have to take her chemistry test today. or that may just be me laughing at the irony of it. either way, i hate chemistry, too, so boo freakin yah for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah! it's snowing! like really really good snow! we should sled at my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anyone know what we're doing about vj? because i still really wanna carol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow this post is random bits of information. meh, whatever, haven't updated in a while, so i guess it's better than nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-116498060830601513?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/116498060830601513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-116363574334358672</id><published>2006-11-15T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:09:03.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is a demonstration of how immature our generation is...</title><content type='html'>...and how it amuses me greatly. this is a traveling story that my creative writing class came up with. no joke. it's quite sad. and not rated G by any stretch of the imagination. so eat it up, my friends. laugh at our inferior peers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any spelling errors are actually what's written, which is really sad seeing as it's a CREATIVE WRITING CLASS. you'd think they'd be able to WRITE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Birthday" said the snowman after he put the hat on. It was a tall hat and black, sorta like Abraham Lincoln's hat with a pink bow tied around it. So with natural guessing, there was something a little sweet in Joey's sugar tank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After realizing the line above makes no sense, Joey continued to speak with the snowman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey snowman, wanna roll a fat blunt? It would may my birthday the best" Joey said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure why not, if you think it will make for a great birthday." replied the snowman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snowman put it in his mouth and lit a match. THey got high as hell!! Joey couldn't even feel his body. SO you know he was blowed! Joey was dazed, the snowman was smoking for a long time, then Joey said eagerly, "He4y mon, puff puff fpass!!" Damn he sounded like Snoop Dogg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were smoking that OOOWEEE aka that sticky-icky-icky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sticky icky icky that reminds me of something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the drugs wore off and Johnny and the snowman when for a long walk, holding hands in harmony. Johnny asked "MR. Snowman, can I wear your hat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No you little creep" the snowman said with a pipe in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cuz you touch yourswelf at night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy went off crying like a little pansy and then the snowman and Joey went down the street and some girls (ho's) on the corner and the snowman scream "Fat guys need love too baby come over here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ho's walked over to the two. "Looking for a good time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of coarse!" The snowman screamed and said "Let me show you my soft fatty body to you gals." He smiled in a creepy manor. Joey nodded in agreement and said "Let us show our sexy little beasts". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, everyone but the snowman was hit by a moving van. THe snowman sighed deeply and continued on his way. THen Joey hopped up as a zombie and followed him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Johnny came and snapped zombie JOey's neck. THen he turned on the snowman with a Zippo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm melllllting" The snowman cried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This blows" was the last thing the snowman ever said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so yes. leave comments. i really don't know what there is to say after that...but i'm sure you'll think of something. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-116363574334358672?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/116363574334358672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=116363574334358672' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/116363574334358672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/116363574334358672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-demonstration-of-how-immature.html' title='this is a demonstration of how immature our generation is...'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-116225181733534815</id><published>2006-10-30T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:43:37.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah, it's time to update again</title><content type='html'>first off, mad props, crazy mad props to those in the play with me. it was amazing what we did, you guys. i love you all dearly, and the diviners will always have a special place in my heart. you all know that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on to the one thing that is going to keep me going into uber play withdrawl: speech team! boo freakin yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll write my OC at some point in my life. it's not happening today. though i will have my DDA memorized by tomorrow. i have to. because if nick and i are going to state this year (which we most DEFINITELY are), there's no excuse for us not to be memorized asap. i &lt;3 our script, too. it r0xx0rz my s0xx0rz. yep. that's right, biotch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and vocal jazz really made me happy today. twas really fun. all of you come and see the concert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have only one thing left to say before i go: wickedy wack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-116225181733534815?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/116225181733534815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=116225181733534815' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/116225181733534815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/116225181733534815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/10/yeah-its-time-to-update-again.html' title='yeah, it&apos;s time to update again'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-116154562122518288</id><published>2006-10-22T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T18:24:28.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the uber pretzel...s</title><content type='html'>yep. so yesterday after OHS's show, was a blast. the point was to lounge around my house with a bunch of people, but it turned into...nick. yep. he apparently needed time away from his house just to hang around with people, and seeing as no one else was available, settled for me. mike and zack later showed up...but not until history had been made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were hungry. and wanted something more than just lunch. so we made pretzel dough. and in the forming of the pretzel dough, i had an ingenious idea. "hey nick, do we wanna make lots of little pretzels or one uber pretzel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his face said it all. it was to be one enormous pretzel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he had to go and put cinnamon and sugar all over this one, when i really wanted salt. so that meant we had to make two uber pretzels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and just as a side note, i made him wear an apron. it was quite amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah. i think i've decided i'm going to make an even more uber pretzel, probably a double batch, for the cast party. so you can all see the wonderful goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a good day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mike and zack came over, played video games with my little brother and nick, and then zack hit my mailbox. awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm gonna go do something else, and probably less productive. meh. it rox my sox. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div 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li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-116085001119732106</id><published>2006-10-14T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T11:20:11.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ishness</title><content type='html'>you know what i've realized? that ishness is a very precocious state of being. it can either be a good sort of ishness where you know something good's coming, or it can be a bad sort of ishness, where you try and try but don't know what's coming next, or even worse, you think you do, and you're just waiting for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's just the general suffix of -ish that i adore. because if you tack it on to the end of something, there's no way you're wrong. like so: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you get that painting straight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it's straight...ish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? so if the person were to go check the painting and realize it wasn't straight, you can be all like "i said ish!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a little english lesson on a made-up suffix for all of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to more important things. i felt better about the run today of diviners, it had a lot more energy, but then again, that's probably because we did a speed through. which means you're in fast forward with your blocking and your lines, and consequently, the picking up of lines. for me it was relatively simple, i just had to speak like i normally do...possibly a bit faster. possibly. but some people aren't built for speed, so it slowed quite a few times. i'm guilty of it myself in one scene i was in, but i think if we continue going forward from here on out and don't forget things, we'll be great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, well now that i've updated the blog, i'm think i shall venture online. i am quite happy right now. i'm in a good state of ishness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-116085001119732106?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/116085001119732106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=116085001119732106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/116085001119732106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/116085001119732106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/10/ishness.html' title='ishness'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-116025444100969790</id><published>2006-10-07T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T13:54:01.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my gosh...</title><content type='html'>my AIM superbuddy is theatre masks. it's freakin sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thought you all should know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-116025444100969790?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/116025444100969790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=116025444100969790' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/116025444100969790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/116025444100969790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-my-gosh.html' title='oh my gosh...'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-116014803204180644</id><published>2006-10-06T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T08:20:32.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and we're done with the overly angsty post!</title><content type='html'>yay for the real li coming back! tee hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the official notice, if you've been out of the loop or somehow didn't hear, kevin and i broke up monday. but it's cool. we're obviously still friends. i think i'm gonna hang out by myself for a little while. right now, there's absolutely no one on my mind in terms of romantic ways. but if that changes, well, we'll see what happens, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that my purity ring broke does NOT mean anything. bunch a hos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...so i'm in the middle of intro to design, but it's so boring! we're doing abstract art. i am terrible at abstract art. i'm bad at art in general! leave me to the written word, thankya very much. i really don't even know how i got into this class in the first place...but we're allowed a "5 minute break" every day, so that means i can't get in trouble for being on here for at least another...hour or so. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in my fanfiction...i've been stuck on the same page of my notebook for like...a week now. and today in math class i finally turned the page! which is a big freakin deal to me, and to kels, who's one of my most dedicated readers, which i love her dearly for. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i leave you because the teacher's coming. shoot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-116014803204180644?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/116014803204180644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=116014803204180644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/116014803204180644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/116014803204180644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-were-done-with-overly-angsty-post.html' title='and we&apos;re done with the overly angsty post!'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-115957028201648276</id><published>2006-09-29T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T15:52:27.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is a notice because i care about all of you...</title><content type='html'>if i seem bitchy, it's because i am. if i don't want to talk, i don't want to talk. you won't be able to make me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please keep your opinions about my life, my relationships, the general well-being of my mental state of mind to yourselves for a while. i'm not in any mood to handle them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this does NOT mean, however, that if something is wrong in your life and you need to vent, need advice, etc., that you will be able to get away with not telling me. because i will force it out of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't plan on explaining this post. so please take it for what it is, don't ask questions, just accept it. i'm not mad at anyone, no one person in particular set me off, it's just been one of those days and i'm sick of pretending it wasn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please, have a nice day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-115957028201648276?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/115957028201648276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=115957028201648276' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115957028201648276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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don't because there's no point, you'll never get it. i went to the store yesterday con mi madre because i needed some new slippers. and we got there, and do you know what i saw? i went looking for animal print, but instead i found animal slippers! my slippers are tigers! and they're really cute and comfy. i think i shall change into them and my pajamas now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, and we're back. and wearing the aforementioned slippers. they make me happy inside. tee freakin hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm having homemade macaroni and cheese for dinner. with italian sausage. ah...damn it i'm so hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't think katie wolf reads this, but just in case, mad props to her for harmonizing with me while nick was our piano monkey after rehearsal today. twas fantastic. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bowling tomorrow! frack yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i've wasted enough of yoru time. i guess i'll go do something constructive...damn it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...though i'm considering taking a shower and then straightening my hair instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-115887931611021468?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/115887931611021468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=115887931611021468' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115887931611021468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115887931611021468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-this-is-part-where-i-avoid-my-math.html' title='so this is the part where i avoid my math for as long as possible...'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-115853015157493115</id><published>2006-09-17T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T14:55:51.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i figured i should update</title><content type='html'>a real post or something along those lines. why not? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes. i got my dress for the masquerade ball. and it's uber fancy. and me gusta. but there's a funny story about the dress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i went to carson's where i normally find my dresses, tried on (and i'm not exaggerating) 20 dresses, and found one i liked well enough to buy. it was just below my knee and green with a black lace and beading overlay. pretty, but not what i was looking for. well we bought jewelry, a little tiara, and shoes for this dress, but on our way out of the mall, we passed this store called total wedding, but it had a sign that said "quince dresses available" and that made me happy. so i dragged my brother and mom into the store, where we found exactly what i was looking for for 50 bucks less. and all the stuff we'd bought for the first dress still went with this one. so we bought it, too, and are returning the other one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention that with this one i get really pretty and fanciful black gloves that go up to my elbows. i love masquerade ball! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i made my mask for and it's really prettiful. man, i'm just excited for the dance, i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i must leave, for mi hermano necesita la computadora ahora. adios mis amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siempre amor, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-115853015157493115?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/115853015157493115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=115853015157493115' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115853015157493115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115853015157493115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-figured-i-should-update.html' title='i figured i should update'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-115827733059666222</id><published>2006-09-14T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T16:42:10.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this post is for kevin</title><content type='html'>because apparently, i haven't mentioned the fact that he and i are dating on my blog yet. even though everyone already knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here we go: kevin and i are dating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i suppose there is some merit in this. because apparently fruits still thought mike and i were dating even though kevin and i are both in fruits' oral interp class, and it's not like we've made it a secret or anything. oy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-115827733059666222?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/115827733059666222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=115827733059666222' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115827733059666222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115827733059666222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-post-is-for-kevin.html' title='this post is for kevin'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-115794179702318383</id><published>2006-09-10T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T19:29:57.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new list</title><content type='html'>falling asleep in your favorite chair&lt;br /&gt;when you flip your hair and it looks attractive&lt;br /&gt;kissing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;intelligent humor&lt;br /&gt;witty banter with a friend&lt;br /&gt;heart-to-hearts with someone you didn't expect&lt;br /&gt;a cleansing sigh that actually works&lt;br /&gt;laughing so hard your stomach aches&lt;br /&gt;smiling genuinely &lt;br /&gt;arguing playfully with the one you care for&lt;br /&gt;cuddling with your dog as she licks your face&lt;br /&gt;having a bad hair day and not giving a damn&lt;br /&gt;looking cute in something old&lt;br /&gt;walking around you hours in your underswear and a t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;the boondock saints&lt;br /&gt;just-shaved legs&lt;br /&gt;chipped nail polish on your toes&lt;br /&gt;a good song on the radio&lt;br /&gt;commpliments on your eyes and your heart&lt;br /&gt;unexpected praise&lt;br /&gt;wrestling with your brother&lt;br /&gt;hanging out with family&lt;br /&gt;fresh baked chocolate chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;simple freedoms&lt;br /&gt;the aroma of Dominican coffee&lt;br /&gt;men's cologne (not axe! well, on some guys...)&lt;br /&gt;girl's night out&lt;br /&gt;attractive men who can sing&lt;br /&gt;being told you're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;appreciation&lt;br /&gt;irish accents&lt;br /&gt;creative writing&lt;br /&gt;poetic therapy&lt;br /&gt;knowing you're a good kisser&lt;br /&gt;a suggestive wink &lt;br /&gt;fishnets and jeans with leather boots&lt;br /&gt;ringlets in your hair&lt;br /&gt;violin music&lt;br /&gt;finally getting the right chord in vocal jazz (OOS!)&lt;br /&gt;singing for yourself and others not caring&lt;br /&gt;rose petals and black silk&lt;br /&gt;pretty jewelry you get for cheap&lt;br /&gt;finding your favorite pair of jeans in the closet&lt;br /&gt;getting to keep the change from your parents&lt;br /&gt;comedians and improv games&lt;br /&gt;mints on your pillow&lt;br /&gt;hugs that are an aembrace of the soul &lt;br /&gt;playing with someone's hair&lt;br /&gt;kissing all your friends hello&lt;br /&gt;reminding someone you love them&lt;br /&gt;reading spencer's blog (admit it)&lt;br /&gt;catching a stranger looking you up and down and winking back&lt;br /&gt;babysitting an adorable baby&lt;br /&gt;flirting with the pizza delivery guy&lt;br /&gt;adding a swing to your step for no reason&lt;br /&gt;our theatre&lt;br /&gt;speecdh team&lt;br /&gt;your favorite tv show marathon&lt;br /&gt;watching a hilarious movie for the first time&lt;br /&gt;blankets&lt;br /&gt;hot cocoa with marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;driving by yourself&lt;br /&gt;show tunes&lt;br /&gt;sledding &lt;br /&gt;reading a post you didn't expect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love life's simple pleasures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-115794179702318383?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/115794179702318383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=115794179702318383' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115794179702318383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115794179702318383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-list.html' title='a new list'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-115767354829873725</id><published>2006-09-07T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T17:00:21.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the part where we all scream obnoxiously</title><content type='html'>ready? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yay for callbacks. not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i would like to say, i am quite glad to have two x chromosomes in my possession. because if i were to have acquired a y (and lost an x, seeing as my brother just pointed out that if i were to acquire a y i would still have two x's and would be a hermaphrodite...ew...) during my conception, i would have to go against carl in plays. and watching him today go from c.c. to buddy in about, oh i don't know, .2 seconds and then him being amazing at both just made me realize: i heart estrogen. it ticks me off once a month, but generally, it's a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i have a really funny story for all of you about what happened after callbacks where me and kylie were sitting and talking...but i have to tell that with her there. because otherwise, it just seems mean. but seriously, hilarious story. she agrees. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and off to do...oh Lord only knows what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-115767354829873725?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/115767354829873725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=115767354829873725' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115767354829873725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115767354829873725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-part-where-we-all-scream.html' title='this is the part where we all scream obnoxiously'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-115758606456467531</id><published>2006-09-06T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T16:41:04.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>number 33 kicked my ass</title><content type='html'>a problem on my math homework. life goes on. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to more pressing matters! like auditions for the diviners today. i think i did alright, but that normally means i screwed up beyond belief, so i'm hoping i'm wrong for once. :D callbacks list goes up tomorrow. oh boy i'm nervous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and good news! my dad got his braces off! he still has a couple brackets on for rubberbands and he's getting retainers, but it's less metal in his mouth. still haven't seen him without them, though, been trapped doing homework and chatting on AIM. which i've realized seems to expedite the process of agonizingly boring honors analysis work. the only plus of that class is being with kel-c and dani first block. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's the call of my mother para mi cena. adios, mis amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-115758606456467531?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/115758606456467531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=115758606456467531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115758606456467531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115758606456467531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/09/number-33-kicked-my-ass.html' title='number 33 kicked my ass'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-115722975461975386</id><published>2006-09-02T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T13:42:34.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i. hate. grounding.</title><content type='html'>well that pretty much sums up that bit of my life, so let's move on to other topics, shall we? lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school, ah yes, about that wonderful institution. it's actually not too bad, it feels like i'm back from a very very long weekend. and with drama starting up again, i'll be able to see people, because i mean come on, even if i don't make the play, i'll be after school every day. that's just the way it works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the diviners. yeah, i'm really worried about those auditions. yeah, so i used to have a southern accent. big freakin deal. just means i can do one, doesn't mean i'll get cast. or maybe it's just me freaking out because it's another small cast show. either way i'll be a part of it, so that's all that matters to me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i think i'm going online to chat con amigos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-115696790833707226</id><published>2006-08-30T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T12:58:28.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so this is my 100th post</title><content type='html'>and unfortunately it's not a happy one. yeah. so i'm officially grounded from doing anything other than my extracurriculars until my parents can trust me again. because i betrayed their trust in going to see snakes on a plane by telling them it was PG-13 when it was R. i thought it was PG-13, but then it turned out to be R and i saw it anyways. but the worst part about it is, my parents are angry at me for different reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom's ticked because of the ratings and because of me not checking through with my information. she'll also be really angry when she learns i lied to her face yesterday about who all was there, but i'm telling her that tonight when she gets home. i don't do well with a guilty conscience, i learned that the hard way by not being able to sleep at all last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad, on the other hand, feels like i played them against each other, because he had already told me no about the movie on a different night, but when he was out of town, i asked mom and didn't tell that i'd asked him previously, so he's all angry about that. problem about my dad: i didn't think that was the problem. i thought the only reason they weren't going to let me see the movie was because it was R. so i'm in deep shit with him and didn't know i was getting myself into it. at least i know what to expect with my mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the long and short of it is this: i can't do anything outside of school, drama, vj, broadcasting, and speech with you guys for a very long time. probably longer than any of us would like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only good thing coming out of this is that i'm finding myself again. i realized last night that i can't be the average teenager who hates their parents and doesn't care about their opinion. i've been raised too damn well, apparently, and i can't live with the guilt of lying to my parents about anything. so i'm returning to myself. and we'll see where that takes me. i hope all of you stick around to find the end result. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a much lighter note: OMFG! school tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-115696790833707226?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/115696790833707226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=115696790833707226' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115696790833707226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115696790833707226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-this-is-my-100th-post.html' title='so this is my 100th post'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-115651149484682691</id><published>2006-08-25T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T06:11:34.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I will survive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/09gQaaMYidM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/09gQaaMYidM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay. So I know that Carl normally does all the stuff with videos, but oh my gosh, this one made me cry laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it gets slightly disturbing, just remember that some poor guy had to actually do this for the video. oh, so funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-115651149484682691?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/115651149484682691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=115651149484682691' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115651149484682691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115651149484682691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-will-survive-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-115628394033021853</id><published>2006-08-22T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T14:59:00.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chair dancing and leather pants go together like peanut butter and jelly...</title><content type='html'>they're great apart, but even better together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. that's my 13 year old brother luis for ya. i heart that kid. he just randomly said that one day. actually, i could tell you the whole story, but it's not nearly as entertaining as that one line. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now on to the bulk of my post! i drove by myself for the first time out of the subdivision today. i went to jewel. it's about a five minute trip. and the only reason my mom even let me go is because she needs me to drive her to work and then luis to and from summer band tomorrow and she needed proof i could do it alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she didn't let me listen to rent. because she thought it would distract me. so i turned the radio on instead. and i was fine, proving i'd be fine with rent in the car, too! i don't care what she says i'm having that with me tomorrow. tee freakin hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this goes out to kelsey, she'll understand: no. thinking. only d/g fanfiction. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-115596385569928693</id><published>2006-08-18T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T14:36:09.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe i want to be christine...</title><content type='html'>honestly. not so much as to have her voice, or her looks, or be so damn perfect like she is...but to have the phantom and raoul. and i don't know which one i'd pick. childhood sweetheart who wants to live in the world with me, or a genius driven to madness by his own intelligence who wants to make a world for me, and already has. raoul loves. the phantom tries to. it's easy for raoul. it's impossible for the phantom to escape his circumstances, because no one will see him for the inside and his incredible gifts, but only see his disfigurements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i know who i'd pick. the phantom. hands down. he's a fixer upper man, but he's unique and i'd never be bored. and the music of the night would be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can all see, i've just watched phantom of the opera. actually, i'm still watching with m dunne and cavya. it's amazing. yo quiero this soundtrack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps a phantom of my own...but only if he fits cavya's description of a man. because she paid me the best compliment i've ever received: "liana, we need to find you a man, because you are the epitome of woman". you too, my caviar, you too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-115596385569928693?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-115577466467598359</id><published>2006-08-16T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T17:32:09.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>posting to post</title><content type='html'>because i am bored. well, not terribly, not that rack your brains and desperately call everyone in your phonebook bored, but just the kind that you remember five minutes into every new activity you try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i did get DDR finally for my xbox and i have almost exhausted it. or it may have exhausted me. i don't know, either way, i spent about five hours on the thing today, and i'm quite tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom is making italian bread crumb potatoes tonight. i love them dearly. tee freakin hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...let's see...now that i've got you all captive for a few precious moments of your time...BLAH! yep. that's right. blah. take that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what i like? that i type the way i speak. so i know every single one of you is hearing me inside your heads as you read my posts...i like to think of it as my own special power...lol not really. i don't even know why i just typed that. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, now it's time for dinner. and i'm eating all the italian bread crumb potatoes and not leaving you any. so there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-115577466467598359?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/115577466467598359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=115577466467598359' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115577466467598359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115577466467598359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/08/posting-to-post.html' title='posting to post'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-115540128323416865</id><published>2006-08-12T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T09:48:03.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spotlight numero uno</title><content type='html'>yep. vocal jazz was yesterday. and to tell the truth, it really wasn't all that bad. not as intimidating as i thought it was going to be. though i'm sure i came off as a complete and total newbie. but i know a little bit about the actual reading of music, so it's not so bad. i think with a lot of work, i'll get the hang of this whole singing deal. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there's this song. and it's called blue rondo a la turk or something like that. really doesn't matter, because it's also called "hardest song in the universe". well not really, but it should be. it's in 9/8, and instead of "1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3" it's "1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3" which probably makes about as much sense to most of you as this does: as;ldkfjaodivnalkfdjaqisdof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's got the most random lyrics ever. like "melanie". it's just thrown in there. i agree with barsch, the lyrics guy for this song was trying to pick up some girl at a bar and was like "i'll put your name in a song". and that's how it happened. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-115540128323416865?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/115540128323416865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=115540128323416865' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115540128323416865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115540128323416865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/08/spotlight-numero-uno.html' title='spotlight numero uno'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-115499094413176525</id><published>2006-08-07T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T15:49:04.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so for anyone who cares...</title><content type='html'>mike and i are officially over. as in broken up. but it's okay, i guess, because we're still best friends and we promised we would be. and i know everyone says that, but the relationship just wasn't going to be fair to either of us anymore, and we ended well. it was a great 5 1/2 months. i mean, we talked about it today towards the beginning of his visit at my house, and then we spent the rest of the time (about two hours) just talking about stuff like friends do, with only a few kinda awkward moments. so it'll be all good. i promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not looking for any pity comments or anything because none are needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a completely random note, i got my brother to wear a black spandex shirt he found in his closet that was actually mine for a dollar. and it looked pretty good on him. was kinda awesome. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-115499094413176525?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/115499094413176525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=115499094413176525' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115499094413176525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115499094413176525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-for-anyone-who-cares.html' title='so for anyone who cares...'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-115440105012726458</id><published>2006-07-31T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T19:57:30.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>damn that other x chromosome of mine...</title><content type='html'>seriously, sometimes i hate being a girl. and by sometimes i mean when PMS hits like a mother. honestly, it's like once a month, God's like "be emo, bitch." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i haven't been so emotional since who knows when. all of a sudden i was sad and frustrated, and what really sucks about it all is that you know you're being irrational, but you don't really give a damn. so you let it all loose on the nearest individual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me tonight, this was my dad. he was there, and i nearly cried in front of him for the first time in years. i pity him, i mean my mom is going through menopause and she had a bad emotional day, too. it was a sorry sight the two of us, holding tissues, nearly crying, hugging each other. i swear, my dad was trying not to laugh. truth be told, so was i. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i'm a funny PMS-er. i make fun of it. like i was lounging about my kitchen and i just yelled a little and then i said "necesito milk...y mas chocolate." so i ate mini chocolate chips and had a huge glass of milk. twas brilliant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i yelled at my dog. she was barking really loud and i'm just like, "sadie! i'm a PMSing teenager! i have the capability to hurt you and feel no remorse!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever said dogs don't understand humans was on crack. i know my dog understood her life was in jeopardy there if she didn't shut her mouth. she was my lap dog the rest of the night. but there's still one more thing i need to say: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiero midol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-115440105012726458?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/115440105012726458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=115440105012726458' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115440105012726458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115440105012726458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/07/damn-that-other-x-chromosome-of-mine.html' title='damn that other x chromosome of mine...'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-115419601849948800</id><published>2006-07-29T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T11:00:18.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>people are dumb</title><content type='html'>okay, so i know that as a new driver, at the ripe old age of 16, i should love driving. it's freedom. it's everything i've ever wanted since i learned the word. but no. i actually don't much like driving. in fact i find it irritatingly exacting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now let me clarify this statement. i don't mind country roads. in fact, driving fast down a country road with only a few other cars is quite cathartic. but driving with a whole mess of cars down 59 while every driver around you breaks every rule in driving simultaneously is just plain stressful. i think you should have to pass your driver's test again to renew your license, no matter how much of a pain it would be. or random testing or something, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no me gusta manejar. plain and freaking simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-115419601849948800?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/115419601849948800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=115419601849948800' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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steele and tori. twas brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we found: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emily: cool green and brown striped dress (i found it, frack yes)&lt;br /&gt;tori: awesome little red dress: (em found it, props to her)&lt;br /&gt;me: black and gold threaded sweater tank top and fake brown suede pants (i found both)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top it all off, we changed in emily's car behind the strip mall the thrift store was in. it was great em and i both had our shirts off in the front seat and this guy was driving around and at the exact same moment we covered ourselves with our new shirts. and then a cop was driving around the parking lot and we convinced ourselves we weren't doing anything illegal. i mean, the car was in park...;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my grandparents are coming to visit for a while...don't really know when they're leaving, but they should be here any moment, they said "by lunch time". ah yes. vague answers, gotta love those. can't wait to see my grandma! my grandpa...well let's just say if you think i'm stubborn...oh boy...i'm sure i'll have plenty of stories of glenn johnson on here before they leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-115395550723876602?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/115395550723876602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=115395550723876602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115395550723876602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115395550723876602'/><link rel='alternate' 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DDA this year now has a whole other spin on it, and it's really awesome. it's gonna kick so much ass. not to brag or anything, it's just a cool script and i know if nick and i work on it we can make it work. the thing i want more than anything is to go to state, so we'll work towards that, how's it sound? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good. i thought so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all that jazz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-115386651958138564?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/115386651958138564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=115386651958138564' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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he's deformed. damn scar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. not nearly as hot as draco. admit it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. everyone already loves him. he won't notice one more girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. had a bath with moaning myrtle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. he's probably going to die in the next book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. it's a bitch to replace his wand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. his hair is way too fucked up and long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. he's obsessed with malfoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. he's gay. really. i swear. doubt it? see number 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. he screws house elfs. oh, the stories dobby could tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yay. there's a new list for ya. straight from the lady li and tori-o. tee hee. oh, btw. my new nickname? anya. because it's awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's a really cool pic we took just now. pretty rainbow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j232/akiko-dono/Created%20Pics/DSCF0790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j232/akiko-dono/Created%20Pics/DSCF0790.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-115361716255755462?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/115361716255755462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=115361716255755462' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115361716255755462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115361716255755462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/07/top-ten-reasons-not-to-date-harry.html' title='top ten reasons not to date harry potter'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j232/akiko-dono/Created%20Pics/th_DSCF0790.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-115334231672748004</id><published>2006-07-19T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T13:51:56.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>license to kill</title><content type='html'>technically, no. but i got my driver's license today! fricken sweet! now maybe i'll finally be able to DO things. that would be fantasmic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my friend susie slept over two nights ago, and cavya and i hung out yesterday. twas a blast. we must do it again. and i got three really really cool temporary tattoos at cici's pizza. tee hee. one is a dragon, one is a tiger, and one is a flaming heart that says "heart breaker". i'm gonna put the heart on first. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had more to say, but the sad truth is that i really don't. i think that list took it out of me, saying things i'd never said before and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should read the stuff on the accel honors reading list. no, that's productive. i've still got enough summer left before i have to start doing that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-115334231672748004?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/115334231672748004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=115334231672748004' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115334231672748004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115334231672748004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/07/license-to-kill.html' title='license to kill'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-115316352096550930</id><published>2006-07-17T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T15:08:43.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my list</title><content type='html'>i don't know what possessed me to write this, but i think everyone should write one. it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to own pretty underwear.&lt;br /&gt;i want to yell "TAMPON!" in a crowded room.&lt;br /&gt;i want to drink champagne in a hot tub&lt;br /&gt;i want to feel pretty in someone else's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a temptress and tease for a night.&lt;br /&gt;i want to kiss in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;i want to get a really hot tan.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be able to cry and not feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be able to do things on my own.&lt;br /&gt;i want to study literature.&lt;br /&gt;i want to publish a novel.&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch a horror movie with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;i want to have sex on a table. or a desk. maybe both.&lt;br /&gt;i want someone to call me beautiful instead of hot, all of their own accord.&lt;br /&gt;i want to dance in the street with no music.&lt;br /&gt;i want to play hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;i want to give in easily.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be serenaded.&lt;br /&gt;i want to master a solo on the violin.&lt;br /&gt;i want to sing from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;i want to act on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;i want to make out on an airplane.&lt;br /&gt;i want to run and never look back.&lt;br /&gt;i want to cuddle by a fire and drink hot cocoa.&lt;br /&gt;i want to fall in love and know it's real without defining it .&lt;br /&gt;i want to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;i want to take a lavendar bubble bath.&lt;br /&gt;i want to get a pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;i want to get lost in a book for hours on end.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a mother.&lt;br /&gt;i want to stop him dead in his tracks.&lt;br /&gt;i want to read poetry in a coffee house.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go clubbing in Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;i want to see the world through someone else's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;i want to find lingerie that looks good on me.&lt;br /&gt;i want to act refined and be called a lady.&lt;br /&gt;i want to have a genuine tea party.&lt;br /&gt;i want to make my own mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;i want to love and be loved in return.&lt;br /&gt;i want to own a chocolate fountain.&lt;br /&gt;i want to make fondue.&lt;br /&gt;i want my own definition of romance.&lt;br /&gt;i want to smell all the flowers, not just roses.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be remembered by someone forever.&lt;br /&gt;i want to get married only once.&lt;br /&gt;i want to buy sexy librarian glasses.&lt;br /&gt;i want an endless supply of boot-cut jeans.&lt;br /&gt;i want a pair of hooker boots.&lt;br /&gt;i want to ride a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be on television.&lt;br /&gt;i want someone to learn from me.&lt;br /&gt;i want to own leather pants.&lt;br /&gt;i want someone i can always run to.&lt;br /&gt;i want to tame my temper. eventually.&lt;br /&gt;i want to prove my point.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be all of me and have that be enough.&lt;br /&gt;and i want all of you to share a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said. long and very random. pero me gusta. seriously, you guys should write a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-115316352096550930?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-115299626272850443</id><published>2006-07-15T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T13:44:22.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am the master of my universe</title><content type='html'>because i have finished the first book in my trilogy. officially. well, for now at least. it's all done, i just finished editing it a bit. okay, so a lot. but i believe it is somewhere in the neighborhood of 223 pages on the computer in Bradley Hand ITC, size 12, but in Times New Roman, i still think that's over 200 pages. yay me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means i am now giving the offer to people who want to read it, just let me know and i'll e-mail it to you. now please know: this does not mean you have to like it, understand it, or even want to read it. if you don't, i won't be offended in any way. i just need some feedback. this is the first novel i've written that i actually liked. my first novel was a starter novel, it was only 163 pages, and it wasn't that great, i wrote it in middle school. so this is my first try at a novel i might want to get published someday. i'll put you in the acknowledgements if you read it...;D and yes i'm trying to bribe people into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and it's book 1 in a trilogy, so don't expect it to end. in fact, it's quite a cliffhanger ending, but i like it. i hope those of you who choose to read it appreciate it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i did write the first bit in 8th grade, so it's not fantastic, but give it a chance. i don't think it's half bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-115299626272850443?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-115293707791278264</id><published>2006-07-14T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T21:17:57.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and now i am mormon</title><content type='html'>along with kelsey, danni, and tori. because somehow we are going to convince mr. shrum aka lumiere to marry all of us and we'll live in the same house and it'd be a blast. in the agreement: he must speak in a french accent all the time. only then will we all wear feathers and say "ooh la la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, yay for funny jokes that would never happen. :D so as you can all see, i have seen beauty and the beast. twice, actually. both casts were great, though my m&amp;m is the best mrs. potts ever and there is no babette like my caviar. i shall always be your squooshy, cavya. :D lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...what else to speak of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother says hi. well. that's exciting. now on to other things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got back home with my brother and we're jamming in the car, i'm singing gretchen wilson at the top of my lungs, NOT knowing there is a neighborhood get together taking place next door and NOT aware the sunroof was still open. so they all heard me singing. i was complimented. and i turned about as red as my shirt, which for those of you who didn't see me, was the reddest i could get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and currently both my parents (more my mother, actually) are pleasantly buzzed, but that could turn south any minute, so i may as well just duck for cover. i have to be nice if i want to go to jesse green's party tomorrow...i'm really gonna have to work for that one. oh, and anyone who hasn't heard about it yet, you're all invited, i'm supposed to "spread the word". it's tomorrow at jesse's house, and bring a suit. swim suit, that is. unless you'd like to go in a hot tub in pinstripes. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forget the times, i'll look up the e-mail later. i must get offline before said buzzed parents come back. until later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-115293707791278264?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/115293707791278264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=115293707791278264' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115293707791278264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115293707791278264'/><link 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one on my upper thigh, which makes no sense because i was definitely wearing jeans, and i also have a really bad one on my boob. and it itches like a mother...well, i guess that's what i get for wearing my low cut vegas shirt. meh. such is life. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i'm excited, m is coming over to swim even though the weather sucks right now. we'll probably wind up getting caught in the rain and laughing as we run back to my house, but hey. that's cool with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, now for a question for you all: have you ever stayed up to write poetry and had no idea what it meant when you were done? i wrote three poems last night, one i really like, one that's not too bad, and then one that i just don't know what to say about it. but my muse is apparently quite angsty as of late and i don't have the heart to ask her why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i must thank my muse (and mike) for getting me interested again in my trilogy, which is now undergoing a large editing process and will hopefully be finished...eventually. date is TBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-115256091886993746?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/115256091886993746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=115256091886993746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115256091886993746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/115256091886993746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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dunne, but it was nice. i thought i was the only one who'd missed them, nice to know i was missed, too. :D then yesterday was the speech thing, and it was pretty productive. DDA's gonna fracking rock this year, and my OC is actually coming out pretty nicely. i've got great ideas, a few which i borrowed from my dearest friends, and a few i actually came up with on my own. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after speech a few of us went laser tagging, and i definitely brought mi hermanito, luis, because i love him dearly and so does everyone else, apparently. i didn't do too badly for my second time EVER, first time in like, 6-7 years, and then after we went to the mall. didn't buy anything except something to drink. but it was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeah! my idea for a shirt that i really want: a picture of a camel on it and underneath it says "my humps". we'll just add that one to the list. oh, and here's a juarez-ism that i really want on a shirt: "i don't need coffee, i have jesus". don't ask. i'll explain later. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-115159022092094501?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-115022002933704416</id><published>2006-06-13T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T10:33:49.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ropa!</title><content type='html'>yes, there is a story that goes with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so whilst i was at a barbeque type thingy con mi familia y otros amigos de iglesia, i had to help my friend kelsey (she's a sophomore, you guys don't know her) with her chemistry she's taking this summer. here's a little background: kelsey is EXTREMELY materialistic, and she won't admit it. seriously. it's actually quite saddening. but i digress. here's our conversation as i'm trying to understand the hell that is polyatomic atoms: (k=kelsey, m=me. duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k: so you still dating that one guy?&lt;br /&gt;m: uh...yeah&lt;br /&gt;k: is he cute?&lt;br /&gt;m: ...i think so&lt;br /&gt;k: is he tall?&lt;br /&gt;m: yes&lt;br /&gt;k: does he have glasses?&lt;br /&gt;m: yes&lt;br /&gt;k: what's he wear?&lt;br /&gt;m: *obviously confused* huh?&lt;br /&gt;k: what's he wear?&lt;br /&gt;m: clothes?&lt;br /&gt;k: no, what brand?&lt;br /&gt;m: huh? wtf?&lt;br /&gt;k: what. does. he. wear?&lt;br /&gt;m: clothes! attire! ropa!&lt;br /&gt;k: what?&lt;br /&gt;m: *realizing she just spoke spanish* ropa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the next two minutes, all i could say was "ropa!" so yes. ropa to you. i pity those who are so disillusioned by the media like my dear friend kelsey. may her ripped jeans rip further at an inoportune moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-115022002933704416?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-114987440835491868</id><published>2006-06-09T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T10:33:28.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of bake sales and clothing drives...</title><content type='html'>oh yes, wonderful wonderful days. or day, rather. because despite all the drama of the sleepover, it was one of the best times of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to hang out with great friends, do things that honestly, i've always wanted to, and to just be myself and have that be enough. it's a great feeling, and i think i'm up for some baking, what do you say, girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you think you left something at my house, please come and claim it. i'm pretty sure i returned everything i found, but if not, lemme know. besides cavya, because i gave your shorts and ipod to m, i figured she'd see you the most. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now on to something about speech team. i am so excited for this DDA fruits told me and nick about. it's called olive juice, and for the first time, nick and i wouldn't be married! boo freakin ya! *props to my girl kelso on that one :D* i'd be playing a mentally retarded girl, and i think fruits said nick would be my older brother, which could be interesting...and i'm really excited to read it. too bad it's not in yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i suppose i should probably start writing my OC. but the truth is, i really don't want to right now. because i cut my finger on this really sharp knife because...okay you have to hear the story for it to make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wanted some cheese for lunch, right? well i had my brother pull out this really sharp knife (we just got new ones from cutco, damn they're sharp!) and the handle is really misleading, and so i'm there, trying to cut cheddar cheese, and i'm pushing really hard and it's not f-ing cutting and i'm like "wtf? these are supposed to be sharp!" well, they are. quite sharp in fact. cut my finger quite severely, took a while to stop bleeding, and now i have a bandaid on too tight to aid in the stopping of the bleeding. but other than that, i'm really okay. catch you all later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-114987440835491868?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/114987440835491868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=114987440835491868' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114987440835491868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114987440835491868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-bake-sales-and-clothing-drives.html' title='of bake sales and clothing drives...'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-114937809877951816</id><published>2006-06-03T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T16:41:38.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>swimming...swimming...</title><content type='html'>swim swim swim POSE! lol, oh yeah, kels and torio know what i'm talking about. and maybe a few other people who saw our wondeful fits of randomness that one day. good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday i had a few people over, kels, tori, sammi, heather, and mike, because they're the only people (besides the ones who told me they couldn't come) that answer their phones! but anyways, we played capture the flag water balloon style. and it was a blast. it was sammi, h, and me vs. mike, tori, and kelsey. they won. wanna know why? because their flag was in such a high place, MIKE couldn't even reach it, he had to hoist tori up to put it there. so there was no way we would get it. but it was hidden in plain sight, props to them for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the park. and hung out. and then went back to the house. and hung out watching chronicles of narnia, a movie a really want the soundtrack to. and i heart griffins. hey quick question, is "griffins" spelled with an "i" or a "y"? because i've seen it as both "griffins" and "gryffins". yo no se. ayudame, por favor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i hung out at the pool. see, i actually had a really funny story to put up here as to entertain my fellow bloggers, but i really can't remember it right now...damn...gimme a second here...ah fuck it. i'll post it when i remember. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-114937809877951816?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/114937809877951816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=114937809877951816' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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of all, mad crazy style thanks to the one and only emily dunne, because without that wonderful woman i wouldn't have made it into vocal jazz. because she sat through so many practice runs with me, broke down the scatting, and helped me sing all these tedious scales i was supposed to know, and now i'm in spotlight. because she rocks. so thanks m!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now let me tell you all how i freaked the crap out of my parents the day i got the e-mail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was about to go to tori's for our girl's night sleepover, which i'll recount on tuesday, so much better in person, and i figured, what the hell? he might be done by now, i'll check my e-mail. so i did. and there it was. so i clicked. and i read it. and i screamed bloody murder while doing the lamest happy dance ever on my catwalk. and all hell broke loose. my brother jumped straight out of his seat, the dog barked like there was no tomorrow, my mother screamed, my dad tried to keep her calm, and then they decided they'd figure out what i was screaming about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say when they found out it was happiness they were less than thrilled with my inability to keep it to myself. but i say fuck that. i'm in vocal jazz and i haven't taken chorus since 4th and 5th grade. bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-114887658407089315?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/114887658407089315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=114887658407089315' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114887658407089315'/><link 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there really aren't. but we'll pretend there are. because sometimes, pretending makes it true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this is the part where i bitch about chemistry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS THE USE OF IT?!? sidenote, read that last sentence in my usually sarcastic tone and multiply it by twenty thousand and five and then you'll have a sense of how much humor i must utilize to keep myself sane in that class. i thought i had it figured out. the proverbial box for which thought must be kept in is incredibly small for me when it comes to science. i have become so used to looking outside of the box to even begin to grasp understanding that i've just stopped looking inside it. until today. and fucking oxidation numbers and REDOX, whatever the hell that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so easy. it was so far inside the box, i just missed it. hiding in plain sight in the middle of a freakin cardboard box in a halogen lighted room and i had a flashlight. and i still missed it. yep. but it's okay. because there's only 10 more days of that hellhole and i'm done. ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though it does mean i'm going to miss my friends terribly. but i'll cross that bridge when i come to it. i think it's a bit of a walk...a little over a week if i'm not mistaken...;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-114798374894641459?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/114798374894641459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=114798374894641459' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114798374894641459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114798374894641459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-maybe-character-does-count.html' title='so maybe character does count...?'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-114764393641168541</id><published>2006-05-14T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T15:03:43.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mas picturas!</title><content type='html'>yep, so mike came over yesterday to work on chemistry stuff...and after we realized that no amount of studying would help us to understand anything close to chemistry, we decided to take pictures. so here's some more, mike took the last two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 373px; HEIGHT: 584px" height="898" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j232/akiko-dono/Created%20Pics/P1010033.jpg" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 338px" height="507" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j232/akiko-dono/Created%20Pics/P1010025.jpg" width="442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 389px; HEIGHT: 285px" height="496" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j232/akiko-dono/Created%20Pics/P1010020.jpg" width="458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 379px; HEIGHT: 310px" height="532" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j232/akiko-dono/Created%20Pics/P1010015.jpg" width="529" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i know. we're nerds. but we're nerds lucky enough to have found someone who's willing to turn a bedroom into a photo studio for hours at a time and do random things like that. and i'm quite content with that knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-114764393641168541?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/114764393641168541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=114764393641168541' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114764393641168541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114764393641168541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/05/mas-picturas.html' title='mas picturas!'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j232/akiko-dono/Created%20Pics/th_P1010033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-114754976938215757</id><published>2006-05-13T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T12:49:29.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>par-tay!</title><content type='html'>yep, yesterday was fun. list of people who showed up: me, mike, nick, kelso, pj, sammi, h, tori, cavya, carl, m, erin, lauren brauweiler, zack hafenrichter...methinks tis it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was awesome. we watched monty python and the holy grail about halfway through. we ate pizza. we went to the park even though it was freezing. we had hot cocoa. we did karaoke. air hockey and nick dating my little brother was thrown in there sporadically. yep. you read that right. lol. ah, yay for inside jokes that will only proceed to get more and more drawn out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i realized how blessed i am after last night. i have a bunch of amazing friends who trekked out into the middle of nowhere to hang out with me because i was bored. apparently they were bored enough, too. and we all had a great time, and i hope we can do it again soon. as much as i hate drama being over...this was a great reunion type of thing. wish i could have had more people over, but hey. you take what you can get, and give nothing back. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that, my friends, is exactly what i intend to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-114754976938215757?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/114754976938215757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=114754976938215757' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114754976938215757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114754976938215757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/05/par-tay.html' title='par-tay!'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-114730104800076822</id><published>2006-05-10T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T15:49:36.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>okay, i think i figured it out...</title><content type='html'>i think i know how to put my pictures up here now. let's try, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 459px; HEIGHT: 344px" height="1360" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j232/akiko-dono/Created%20Pics/violin1.jpg" width="1707" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's another one i like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 457px; HEIGHT: 333px" height="580" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j232/akiko-dono/Created%20Pics/P1010050.jpg" width="433" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like my fedora in it, but i think it'd look better with a black one. nick, i think i may need to steal your hat for a couple seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-114730104800076822?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/114730104800076822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=114730104800076822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114730104800076822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114730104800076822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay-i-think-i-figured-it-out.html' title='okay, i think i figured it out...'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j232/akiko-dono/Created%20Pics/th_violin1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-114713134216204539</id><published>2006-05-08T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T16:35:57.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fishies? fishies? no fishies...</title><content type='html'>well, seeing as most of you have already heard that story, i'll leave it at that. ;D if you have no idea what i'm talking about, gimme a call, or just ask kelsey or sammi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i officially got a photobucket account because i was tired of trying to figure out how to make an album on heather's because i was too lazy to get one on my own, but yeah, there's a few pics up, there'll be more later. once i figure out how to "invite" people to see the pics, i'll send out an e-mail. there's one i'm rather proud of, though, that's going in this post: not only did i format this picture, but i also took it, and the dried flower is (yes, i'm aware this next part is extremely sappy) the first rose mike gave me, and the violin is my baby. and it's beautiful. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes. not much else to say. feeling better since my last post, though i am DEFINITELY counting down the days until summer. 19 left, guys. 19 left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even less to wicked. which is going to rock! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. here's the pic:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-114713134216204539?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/114713134216204539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=114713134216204539' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114713134216204539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114713134216204539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/05/fishies-fishies-no-fishies.html' title='fishies? fishies? no fishies...'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-114669602790164438</id><published>2006-05-03T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T15:40:27.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled (which really defeats the point, seeing as that's now the title...)</title><content type='html'>ever feel depressed and have no idea why? and i'm not talking about hormones, or that whole "time of the month" crap girls have to put up with. no. i'm just talking about genuinely down with no reason in your mind. is it just me that gets this way? a couple of hours ago, i was fine. i was great. life was good. in fact, i was &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt;. but no. now everything seems distant. my heart feels heavy. like i've done something wrong. but i haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's not that i've done something wrong, but that i haven't &lt;em&gt;done&lt;/em&gt; something. not in the sense of forgetting something, but just leaving a stone unturned. skipping the fine tuners and turning the pegs. (sorry, that's a violin metaphor. mad props if you understand it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i just feel worn out. i haven't been working too hard, life's actually gotten less hectic. maybe i just don't know how to relax. or maybe i don't know how to react to the fact that i'm finally where i want to be and i'm selfish enough to not be content. i've got wonderful friends. i have a wonderful family. i've got an amazing boyfriend who genuinely &lt;em&gt;cares&lt;/em&gt; about me. yes, i know how many girls would kill to be in my position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just need to watch a sad movie and cry a little. it's been a while since i've done that. well maybe there'll be a moment in OHS's musical that'll get me enough to let a drop slip from my eye. so long as no one sees, that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to put a downer on anyone's day. and please don't use this as a can opener for everyone to tell me how much they love me and how much i've helped them and that they're always there, because i know that. but a very smart friend of mine from miami has been yelling at me to be more open with my feelings, so here's to the first step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i raise my glass in cheers, but my throat closes to the liquid. there's too many tears to let anything else through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. honestly, don't worry about me, i'll be fine tomorrow. promise. *smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-114669602790164438?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/114669602790164438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=114669602790164438' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114669602790164438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114669602790164438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/05/untitled-which-really-defeats-point.html' title='untitled (which really defeats the point, seeing as that&apos;s now the title...)'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-114633321569767782</id><published>2006-04-29T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T10:53:35.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah for a cast party!</title><content type='html'>time to update again. why? because tonight is the last night of the pirates of penzance, and last night was the cast party, and i don't know about you guys, but i had a GREAT time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it seemed to me that no matter where people were, they had a blast, and i'm really hoping that's the case, i'd hate to have thrown a lame party. but man, do we have a crapload of food left! i'm bringing all the unopened stuff to stephanie's party tonight, and hopefully people won't bring too terrible much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now about the play. i honestly think as an ensemble, we were tighter tonight and did a better job than thursday, which is definitely saying something. and about the little fan club: not only are they coming tonight AGAIN, they're coming with signs for EVERYONE. can you imagine that? i mean, seriously, they're fracking obsessed! i love it! maybe we should give them the soundtrack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i really don't have much else to say.  i'm still waiting for my hair to dry so i can use the curling iron. forget the curlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-114633321569767782?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/114633321569767782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=114633321569767782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114633321569767782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114633321569767782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/04/yeah-for-cast-party.html' title='yeah for a cast party!'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-114571688383608852</id><published>2006-04-22T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T07:43:56.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>liana, your friends are so cool...</title><content type='html'>yes, that would be the first thing my brother said to me after a small...incident i guess you could say last night. just wait, this is a great story...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my parents went out to dinner in chicago last night to see our music pastor at church play a gig, and so it was me and my brother alone in the house, kicking back and relaxing. when i get a phone call. it was carl's cell phone. so i picked it up. and it was nick. again. because he and carl were walking down harvey road (this time at night) and decided to keep in the tradition of calling me and having absolutely pointless conversation. which is cool. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were talking for while and then carl said to nick "why don't we go to the graveyard?". so as far as i knew. they did. and nick was freaking out, so he told me to just keep talking about random things so he wouldn't get scared, so i did. i talked about my neighborhood because that's what he seemed the most interested in. so after a little bit of this, i really had no more to say about my neighborhood, but they weren't done yet. that's when i heard nick whisper to carl, "no, keep going, we're in the right spot". so i ran upstairs and threw on a bra, while still on the phone, might i add, which is no small feat, and about five or ten minutes later, i see a yellow shirt coming up the driveway to my front door. the doorbell rings. and it was carl and nick at my house. at 9:12 pm. i don't think i've ever laughed so hard in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there we were, me and my brother basically in pajamas, watching dodgeball, and nick and carl are sitting in my family room telling stories with us. i told them that if my parents got home, they'd have to sneak out the back and get in the car, but after carl moved the car out of the driveway (which i dunno why it was there in the first place, not the smartest move ;D) we all chatted until about 9:35 or so, and then they left. i closed the door and looked at my little brother who has this huge smile on his face and he says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"liana, your friends are so cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes. they are. crazed as they are, i adore my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, this was a long entry...meh oh well! COMMENT ANYWAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. have nick and carl tell you their side of the story and add it with mine on sunday or monday. it's hysterical!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-114571688383608852?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/114571688383608852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=114571688383608852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114571688383608852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114571688383608852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/04/liana-your-friends-are-so-cool.html' title='liana, your friends are so cool...'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-114502010380438454</id><published>2006-04-14T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T06:08:23.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the halleluiah chorus</title><content type='html'>yep. that would definitely be how i woke up this morning. i was just minding my own business, sleeping, like most people do at 6:45 am on a friday where there's no school, and all of a sudden, i hear the halleluiah chorus. yeah, i was confused, but then i realized it wasn't my radio, it was my cell phone. i look at it and it says "God" and it's playing the fricken halleluiah chorus. well, i figured it was either divine intervention, or someone was calling me from carl's cell phone. i picked it up and answered sleepily "hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guessed it, (or maybe you didn't, oh well :D) it was my good friend mr. nick pankuch calling me because he, zack, and carl were walking along country roads and had been for a while and were watching the sun rise. apparently they had a sleepover, were walking along, and decided to call people. i was first. yay me. i feel so...*yawn* priviledged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol ;D actually it was kinda funny. apprarently i'm pretty humerous to talk to when i've just woken up. life makes me laugh sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-114323731881671529</id><published>2006-03-24T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T06:03:32.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>page 97</title><content type='html'>why 97? because it's the most beautiful page of music ever put into a script, that's why. it's the page of the acapella portion of the act I finale. and it's gorgeous. seriously, just singing it you feel like you're a part of something so much larger, so much nobler than your own selfish purposes. when you sing that song...it's just, i don't know, i hate to use this cliche but...magical. i don't know. maybe it's just me. but it's so beautiful. i can't wait for people to hear us sing it. once we get it all right, of course. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but life's going pretty well right now, figured i should probably update this thing before i leave for DR. i'm actually flying out of new york tomorrow, so tonight we're flying to new york. actually i think we're flying into islip new jersey, but whatever. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'm about to listen to more pirates of penzance because it makes me happy. :D have a great spring break, all, y tendre una tiempo grande en la republica dominicana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u figure out what that means, ten bonus points. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-114323731881671529?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/114323731881671529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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dismal fate...</title><content type='html'>ah yes. act I finale today. this ought to be interesting...and by interesting i mean complete and utter chaos to refined choreography and singing in about 2.5 hours. ah yes, welcome to theatre. :D i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday was a month for mike and myself, yay for a small milestone. :D i saved a fortune cookie from when my family ate chinese food and i gave it to him (because that's how he asked me out, with a custom made fortune in the cookie, aka pencil lol), but apparently it was in the tupperware too long and tasted bad, which i agree, it did. but hey, it's the thought that counts. :D lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, running out of things to say. you know, as interesting as life is right now, it really is a pain in the butt of how little i can actually put on this thing. i mean, seriously. well, i guess that's just the fate of the lady li. i'll be going now, got to pound that song into my head until i'm singing it in my sleep. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-114253487142357266?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/114253487142357266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=114253487142357266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114253487142357266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114253487142357266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-men-of-dark-and-dismal-fate.html' title='oh men of dark and dismal fate...'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-114194992768298674</id><published>2006-03-09T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T16:18:47.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay kevin! i'll post already!</title><content type='html'>lol so yes i know i've been neglecting my duties here, but i've been busy! i barely saw any of my friends this week, it makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i suppose a few things ought to be said, or typed, rather. kevin, you rock my socks, you seriously made my day today. if anyone is wondering to what i am referring, simply check mr. pajor's blog (raininapapercup.blogspot.com) and you'll see what i mean. it's very comforting knowing that somewhere i'm making a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, the musical is going well, i wish all the maidens would get their act together (no pun intended...wait no, i mean that...lol). i'm not going to lie and say that i'm perfect, i know i really need to kick it into gear myself, but still! i at least get it after the, oh i don't know, FIFTIETH TIME WE GO THROUGH SOMETHING! and the incessant questioning...! see, this is why i don't do girlie parts. because the ones for whom it comes naturally get on my fracking neves. honestly. *takes deep cleansing breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i feel a bit better now. i've got to go soon, my brother's band concert and bednarcik is tonight, but let me leave you with this wonderful image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr. fruits hugging nick and wrapping his leg around him on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why you may ask? because that totally happened about three times in rehearsal today, and spencer (he's a fracking genius!) got a picture of it. ah yes, that was hilarious...*in fits of hysterics*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll leave you with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. long enough a post, kevin? ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-114194992768298674?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/114194992768298674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=114194992768298674' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114194992768298674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114194992768298674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/03/okay-kevin-ill-post-already.html' title='okay kevin! i&apos;ll post already!'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-114116252445115204</id><published>2006-02-28T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T13:35:24.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alright, time to update the damn thing again...</title><content type='html'>i really don't know why i keep both a blog AND a xanga, it's just more work for me, really it is. oh and brittany, my computer won't let me comment on my little chatter box thing, but my xanga is xanga.com/fallenangel8. and that goes for anyone else who's wondering what i'm up to SO BADLY that they read both. (winks at kelsey) lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty then, so i'm excited about our little triple date deal that we're gonna have at kelsey's on friday, heck yes for rent and the corpse bride! and then saturday mike's coming over to watch the complete works of william shakespeare abridged and probably a harry potter movie because it's got an awesome soundtrack. i'll have a fun weekend! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so auditions tomorrow, fracking sweet. i'm a little nervous about the singing, i just have to remember what kels keeps saying. they're looking for character singers and aren't terribly worried about the notes, as long as you get in the "general vicinity". i don't know if she could have said that more times in a five minute period, but i believe i lost track at around, hmm, 189723681723641872346. and yes, to get that number, i just went crazy on the numbers at the top of the letter part of the keyboard. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll leave you with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-114116252445115204?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/114116252445115204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=114116252445115204' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114116252445115204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114116252445115204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/02/alright-time-to-update-damn-thing.html' title='alright, time to update the damn thing again...'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-114072945687468979</id><published>2006-02-23T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T13:17:36.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i shall stay until the wind changes</title><content type='html'>not that i've been watching mary poppins as of late or anything, but i simply had an epiphany last night of how much i can relate to her. i'm the one everyone goes to, and i help them until they can help themselves. then i go to where i'm needed the most. it's why i moved to illinois in the first place, i'll guarantee you of that. and probably why i moved into the accelerated program in middle school (of course i was smart enough, too, lol). and probably also why i moved to the oswego area. if i really look at it, i wasn't much needed at still middle school anymore. i would have been lost in the crowd at WVHS. but here, as matt adams so wonderfully said yesterday, "you're liana, we have to like you". and though i know to him and everyone else it's just commonplace and accepted as a fact, it's really nice to know i'm needed, and wanted. not like a visit to the dentist, you know you have to go, but don't really want to. i've got great friends who really care about me. and i care about them, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the ones who owe me SO much money in counseling sessions. you know what? especially them. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm going to sit here and finish my diet pepsi and my chocolate pudding and spend some quality time with myself before the hecticness of every day life makes it's next attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-114072945687468979?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/114072945687468979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=114072945687468979' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114072945687468979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/114072945687468979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-shall-stay-until-wind-changes.html' title='i shall stay until the wind changes'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-113987423450974825</id><published>2006-02-13T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T15:43:54.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it ends...</title><content type='html'>yes, my dear friends, we have finally reached the sad, sad time where we find ourselves with an entire saturday with which to occupy our time. we have realized why more that 75% of teens today are depressed and or bored out of their fracking minds on the weekend and turn to really fun things to do like pot or crack cocaine. yes, we now have no more speech team. and in case anyone else is wondering, yes this entire first part of the post is incredibly false, just ask heather, tequila is DEFINITELY the way to go. ;D j/k j/k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but life is otherwise good, had a good time at the dance after i realized that it was going to be lame unless i decided to do something about it and so kylie, myself, lauren demorath, and a few others decided what the hell? we're here, we paid the eight bucks, let's dance, dammit. though it was definitely good that we were only there for an hour and a half, if we'd been there any longer, mike may have killed himself, he seemed kinda bored for the first bit, then i remember "hey idiot, you have a date, go dance with him" so i did. and i tried, as kelsey put so eloquently, not to kill anybody with my dancing. i'm sorry if i just can't control myself when i hear hip hop music...okay, well not really. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so valentine's day tomorrow, yay yay, not. i definitely prefer single's awareness day, it's much funnier. but life's getting better in that respect, i may not have a "boyfriend" but for the first time i'll be holding someone's hand on that day. and that's good enough for me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now. lol j/k j/k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-113987423450974825?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/113987423450974825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=113987423450974825' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113987423450974825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113987423450974825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-so-it-ends.html' title='and so it ends...'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-113927566345373828</id><published>2006-02-06T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T17:27:43.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>second place? wtf?</title><content type='html'>lol yeah that was definitely my first reaction to the regionals thing, especially because the girls who got fourth were really good. and i'd like to be able to read our critiques, nick stole them and said he'd give them to me tomorrow...*shakes fist* lol j/k j/k. i'm sure we did fine. we got to sectionals in one of the hardest regionals in the nation, according to this one person nick was talking to at nequa. hey, i'll take it. :D lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now on to other topics. the dance is gonna fracking rock! i'm so excited! though doing dinner at my house for tori, kelsey, sammie, heather, their dates, and not to mention me and mike is gonna be a fun one to coordinate with sectionals. i'll probably have the girls bring their stuff to my house and we'll just all change there, have the guys meet us and my parents will drive us all there. that'd work. we might be a couple minutes late, but meh, life goes on. the party won't really start until we get there anyways. ;D j/k j/k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, nothing else to write, i'm out. i have to pretend i'm reading my health homework while checking my e-mail. wish me luck. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-113927566345373828?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/113927566345373828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=113927566345373828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113927566345373828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113927566345373828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/02/second-place-wtf.html' title='second place? wtf?'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-113789073918268580</id><published>2006-01-21T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T16:45:39.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't worry, i'm not taking it personally</title><content type='html'>i know all of you just didn't have the time to comment because of finals, so i'll let you off the hook...for now...lol! (and if you just were lazy and decided not to comment i just gave you an out so shut up and take it ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes. the speech meet. conference. and we placed third. that fracking rocks, people. not to mention that i got into a VERY competitive OC finals with only HALF my face. sure, i placed sixth, but i'm not going on technicalities here. :D besides, everything else is just a little easier to take when you WIN DDA at conference! yeah, that pretty much rocked. and God was SO watching out for me b/c i really didn't want to have to take a picture with my face like this and then the guy announcing the awards told me and nick to pose, and as if on CUE (man, it was like we planned it or something...) and i could cover my face. that was awesome. mad props, nick, you're a great DDA partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i must eat dinner, which i must say, i'm looking forward to. i barely ate at all today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-113789073918268580?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/113789073918268580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=113789073918268580' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113789073918268580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113789073918268580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/01/dont-worry-im-not-taking-it-personally.html' title='don&apos;t worry, i&apos;m not taking it personally'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-113770001404479948</id><published>2006-01-19T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T11:46:54.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's liance, tori...lol</title><content type='html'>i know you can never spell it right, but that's okay, i don't ever really expect you to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finals today were fine, i just had english and math, so they were both really easy. though i did write this really kick-ass essay about universal themes in novels. we had to pick three books/novels/works of literature that we had studied during the semester and tell what the universal themes in them were. well, not only did i do that, but i made them all variants of the same universal theme: love. to kill a mockingbird was the love of others, cyrano de bergerac was unconditional love, and a tale of two cities was sacrificial love. i know. i'm good. lol j/k j/k i just pay attention in class. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just watched my DVD of the complete works of shakespeare abridged, and it's hysterical. every time i watch it i laugh so loud, and i was really glad that no one else was in the house b/c i couldn't stop smiling and i know i look like a freak when i smile with the damn bell's palsy, so yeah. but i just ran through my speech events, well just DDA actually, in the mirror and the expressions aren't too bad if you didn't know i had bell's palsy you'd just think it was how i looked. so i think i'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i must try and find something else to do with my time. see, this is why i'm in drama. then i don't have any time with which to become bored in. *sighs* alas. damn you finals, damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-113770001404479948?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/113770001404479948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=113770001404479948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113770001404479948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113770001404479948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-liance-torilol.html' title='it&apos;s liance, tori...lol'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-113711106230373728</id><published>2006-01-12T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T16:11:02.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay, not terribly eloquent, but terribly truthful</title><content type='html'>so life's got roads, right? you know, that old, and somewhat overused metaphor that the path we tred is our very lives? well what do you do when there's conflicting road signs? what do you do when there's an intersection where every light is red? and i know that this probably makes no sense to anyone, but i'm perfectly okay with this. i'll wait my turn, the light will change eventually. if not, hell, i'll go off-roading and find my own way, make my own road of conquered brush under the wheels. and maybe that's the only thing that really matters. making your own road. letting others follow. i'll think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm back to myself. i'm okay! :D lol alrighty well i gtg eat dinner. comment at will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-113711106230373728?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/113711106230373728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=113711106230373728' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113711106230373728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113711106230373728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/01/okay-not-terribly-eloquent-but.html' title='okay, not terribly eloquent, but terribly truthful'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-113684838115800661</id><published>2006-01-09T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T15:13:01.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alright, time to update...</title><content type='html'>okay, not terrible much to say, everyone who reads this knows how the speech meet went, so i'll just cover that b/c i guess i probably should. em got 3rd and 5th in her events, nick got 2nd in HI, kevin placed 4th in OC, and i placed 5th in OC and nick and i placed 1st in DDA. which yeah, totally rocked my sox, but you guys already know how excited i was. i fell off the stage, that's how much. :D but anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what do you do when there's so many people trying to set u up with people that you can't keep track? i'm not objecting, so if you're one of those people who's told me that you're trying to hook me up with someone, go right ahead. i'm along for the ride, personally, i think this is all hysterical. but yeah, life's fun like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the play is going well...i guess. i'm really nervous about a certain character (for those of you who have read the script, it's my "love interest". oh yeah that'll work well...). and we got to see some basic ideas of our costumes. everyone else gets pretty clothes and i'm stuck in some old teacher's thing. but nothing can be as bad as the muumuu, so i'm definitely NOT complaining. though i thought it hysterical that me and em had the largest numbers on the measuring chart for the bust section. does that mean we don't have to wear corsets? please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, for not much to say, i'm definitely rambling here. i'll be done now. who knows, maybe i'll come back with something eloquent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-113684838115800661?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/113684838115800661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=113684838115800661' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113684838115800661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113684838115800661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2006/01/alright-time-to-update.html' title='alright, time to update...'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-113607139069911708</id><published>2005-12-31T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T15:25:44.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 NY!!!</title><content type='html'>yes, the lady li has returned from the big apple, and a little changed. why? because i have decided how much fricken better it is than chicago! oh my GOSH whoever said they were the same must've been more wasted than rico (and yes, that was a reference to my OC :D) i saw SO MUCH there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so here' s a list of the tourist attractions i went to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;empire state building&lt;br /&gt;times square&lt;br /&gt;ground zero (that was sad...God bless america!)&lt;br /&gt;central park&lt;br /&gt;staten island ferry (which took me by the statue of liberty)&lt;br /&gt;rockafeller plaza&lt;br /&gt;rockafeller center (with the FRICKEN HUGE TREE!)&lt;br /&gt;5th avenue&lt;br /&gt;Macy's&lt;br /&gt;broadway (which i walked multiple times and it rocked)&lt;br /&gt;radio city music hall (where i saw the rocketts who are WAY too good...the rest of the show was kinda dull but they were good)&lt;br /&gt;marquis theatre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention that i ate nyc pizza, pretzels, knich (mmm...my favorite!) and hot dogs. and i definitely saw two shows on broadway IN THE SAME NIGHT! yeah, so we had tickets for the radio city music hall show w/ the rocketts, and then we went in this line where you can buy twofers for broadway shows, and The Woman In White had four tickets left, so we bought them 50% off! sweet! and yeah, that show was awesome, when it comes to chicago we are ALL going to see it. maybe we can bribe fruits to take us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes. that was my vacation. not to mention that i got this awesome hat that makes me look like i actually belong in new york (because even though i was born there, i really can't call it home, though some times i seriously felt like i'd been on a certain street before), and i'll bring it to school. and it totally beats the fedora, i'm sorry nick. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and DAMN this is long! i'll end your boredom now. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-113607139069911708?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/113607139069911708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=113607139069911708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113607139069911708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113607139069911708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-3-ny.html' title='I &lt;3 NY!!!'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-113537285341212927</id><published>2005-12-23T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T13:20:53.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>na na na na na na na na BATMAN!</title><content type='html'>now let me explain the title before you all think i've completely lost my mind.  my little cousin pauley was playing with my brother's toys and found a few batman ones and wouldn't stop singing that song in this cute little voice and man...it was hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways. life's good right now. just finished christmas presents for my mom and dad, made them both CDs, yeah i know, original, and i made lots of christmas cookies! turns out the molasses cookies my mom makes are from a recipe made in the 1800s, i'm the 4th generation to make them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg family's here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-113537285341212927?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/113537285341212927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=113537285341212927' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113537285341212927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113537285341212927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/12/na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-batman.html' title='na na na na na na na na BATMAN!'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-113474436274485624</id><published>2005-12-16T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T06:46:02.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome lyrics!</title><content type='html'>so i'm currently in english II honors w/ heather and we're jamming to the songs on her website, and i've just heard some of the best lyrics in the world. here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cupid works for the devil&lt;br /&gt;be suspicious if he cries&lt;br /&gt;sexy's usually good&lt;br /&gt;but it ain't always right&lt;br /&gt;chocolate is a bandaid&lt;br /&gt;no matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;shoes don't stretch&lt;br /&gt;and men don't change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then heather said the best comment: "well, men may not, but we can hope that boys do." lol! i about cried. i'll post more later, probably from the song insensitive because it totally rocks. laters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-113474436274485624?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-113442888972969683</id><published>2005-12-12T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T15:08:09.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates! (or lack thereof...)</title><content type='html'>yeah, so since it's been a while since the morris meet...i figured i should update this thing with the goings on in my life...which would be none...oh well, life goes on. i'll do a quick recap of what most of you probably already know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) made the play as miss prism (how the hell?!?)&lt;br /&gt;2) am ready to KICK BUTT at the next speech meet so that i don't feel bad about missing the last one&lt;br /&gt;3) trying desperately to make my OC funnier because i'll need all the help i can get for the next meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so that's pretty much it, besides the fact that i'm not very entertained with life right now...it's boring me more than anything. actually, no that's a lie, i'm frustrated with life right now. whatever i try and do winds up either wrong or going right for a while and then just backfiring. not to mention that i'm slowly losing my touch with helping people...but is that really my fault when they won't listen? just a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and i wrote a really cool poem that i like a lot in math class today, and it's actually not angsty, more descriptive of a scene than anything else, it has to do with a man, a woman, and the tango. *laughs to self* what were you guys thinking before you read tango? sikko. lol. but i'll post it if you guys wanna read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-113442888972969683?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/113442888972969683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=113442888972969683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113442888972969683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113442888972969683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/12/updates-or-lack-thereof.html' title='updates! (or lack thereof...)'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-113356659436925609</id><published>2005-12-02T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T15:36:34.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>speech meet tomorrow! frack yes!</title><content type='html'>and yes, i did just type frack yes, which is officially the best fake swear word i've ever heard. go battlestar galactica! lol. yes, i am aware that i am a nerd. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seeing as i'm double entered and there's THREE rounds, i'll definitely be tired at the end of the day, but hey, we'll all be alright. i've now got my DDA and OC memorized, and fruits said he really liked it, so that's definitely a plus, but the hard part is not laughing when other people laugh. i haven't had to not laugh at that for a long time now...*crosses fingers and prays to God that i don't get the note "don't laugh at your own jokes" like last year*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyone who would like to come to a round of mine, feel free, just let me know ahead of time. i don't want any surprises, though i need all the help i could get on the confidence front for OC. i always freak out about my OC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-113356659436925609?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/113356659436925609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=113356659436925609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113356659436925609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113356659436925609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/12/speech-meet-tomorrow-frack-yes.html' title='speech meet tomorrow! frack yes!'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-113331000643733001</id><published>2005-11-29T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T16:20:06.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so i made tori cry...</title><content type='html'>...but somehow i don't feel bad about that, seeing as it was for DDA. lol. and nick started tearing up today during our impromptu run through of it, so that's fun stuff. and he also bonked my head while trying to be all cuddly b/c we're (again)  supposed to be married. ouch. (to the physical pain, not the fake matrimony)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but probably the funniest joke about that was today when i was talking to kylie about it and she asked what our last DDA was, and i told her we were married again, but we were more preoccupied with other things than in love, and then she goes, "wow, someone's got it out for you" and i went "i know, i hope it's not an omen of things to come" and then i realized how the marriages were all plagued with many problems and how they probably would end up being over (or are over, in this case) at the end of the DDA, and then i said "well, if it is, i guess i'll just wait it out until he hits me again or i go lose my sanity. or both." lol j/k nick, ya know i luvs ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm about to go and drill my DDA into my head until it sticks, which i've had no luck in doing so as of yet. pray for me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-113331000643733001?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/113331000643733001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=113331000643733001' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113331000643733001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113331000643733001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-i-made-tori-cry.html' title='so i made tori cry...'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-113322885688784358</id><published>2005-11-28T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T17:47:36.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>about thanksgiving...</title><content type='html'>so my great uncle hal...yeah. he's 72. and he was talking about some lady that was the president of the IBTC. i didn't know he knew what that meant! and then he started making all these jokes about how this one lady said that if her boobs sagged any lower she couldn't wear a belt. i just about died right there at that table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then my dad a few a too many rob roy's and got a bit tipsy. not riproaring drunk or anything like my portrayal of the porter...but his jokes were just that much funnier knowing he was slightly inebriated, apparently to himself, too. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so other than that, thanksgiving was normal. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i finally got my OC done, it's about 6 pages long, and hopefully, it's good enough. i'll add a few jokes when i meet w/ fruits again, and then i get to finish memorizing nick and i's DDA, which is just insanely depressing and i don't know how i'll get through it...but oh well. i have to work on being a weak, female character. *laughs* how weird is THAT gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-113322885688784358?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/113322885688784358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=113322885688784358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113322885688784358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113322885688784358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/11/about-thanksgiving.html' title='about thanksgiving...'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-113192681771978358</id><published>2005-11-13T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T16:06:57.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so i figured i should update...</title><content type='html'>yeah so emily dunn, you definitely rock my socks. thanks so much for being our french horner player in symphony! oh and tori, if you're still interested, i've got the trumpet part for ya, it'd be cutting it close timewise, b/c our concert is dec. 4th, but if you're wanted to, the offer is still open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYways, not much going on in the life of the lady li, i made anchor for broadcasting (yay!), so that's fun stuff, but i'm currently at youth group right now, where i have to sing lead for praise and worship tonight b/c my friend amanda decided not to show up. darn her! lol *shrugs* hey well it could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't have much else to say. just rambling here. although i get to hang out at heather's house after school on tuesday b/c my mom has parent teacher conferences (as the teacher lol) until about 8:00. so that'll rock. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-113192681771978358?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/113192681771978358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=113192681771978358' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113192681771978358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113192681771978358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-i-figured-i-should-update.html' title='so i figured i should update...'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-113140143521300487</id><published>2005-11-07T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T14:12:25.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alrighty then...</title><content type='html'>so i definitely feel like i haven't talked to some of you guys in forever, even though it's only been a matter of days since broadcasting or anything like that. i badly need speech season! it's quite pathetic, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and em, don't worry about it, i've got the music for you, so don't worry about it. but i'll e-mail my conductor saying that you'll be there for the concert! i luvs ya em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's another poem just b/c emily said i wrote pretty. and b/c kevin put poetry on his and inspired me to share some more. lol! i wrote this one for my friend susie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Feel.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever just want to scream?&lt;br /&gt;Rake your hands through your hair&lt;br /&gt;And fall down in abandon.&lt;br /&gt;Be reckless and just forget&lt;br /&gt;The pain that swells inside you?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt unlovable?&lt;br /&gt;Like nothing you do could ever be good enough&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never be wanted?&lt;br /&gt;Never be held?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt empowered?&lt;br /&gt;Doing something you know is wrong&lt;br /&gt;But gives an escape from the life you lead&lt;br /&gt;Something you'll regret long after?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever looked into the eyes of a friend&lt;br /&gt;And searched for a lover?&lt;br /&gt;Confusing yourself just to be touched,&lt;br /&gt;Just to let &lt;u&gt;something&lt;/u&gt; saturate you?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt alone,&lt;br /&gt;So alone you couldn't escape it&lt;br /&gt;Because the one you care for isn't bold?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered aloud at "What if"?&lt;br /&gt;Remembered the kisses you gave so freely&lt;br /&gt;And how you knew it wasn't right?&lt;br /&gt;Don't remember. It's not important anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Focus on the one you could &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Not the one who made you simply feel wanted&lt;br /&gt;Because it was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Because after a while, you felt worthless.&lt;br /&gt;You don't want that.&lt;br /&gt;You care for another, he'll never hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;Take safety in that.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for him and rejoice in the little things.&lt;br /&gt;Praise the day that will come. And I will.&lt;br /&gt;But have you ever felt like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nothing&lt;/u&gt;, right or wrong, is ever&lt;br /&gt;Worth&lt;br /&gt;It?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah i know it's long and the end goes into first person, which can be confusing seeing as i wrote it for someone else...but oh well! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave some love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-113140143521300487?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/113140143521300487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=113140143521300487' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113140143521300487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113140143521300487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/11/alrighty-then.html' title='alrighty then...'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-113078414681926829</id><published>2005-10-31T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T10:42:26.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So that sucks...</title><content type='html'>yeah so for those of you who haven't heard, matt woodbury is no longer an OEHS student. and we will miss him greatly. well, some people won't, but they're not worth mentioning. the important thing is that i will miss him, and that's b/c this is MY blog, so there. *crosses arms*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't ask where that came from, b/c i have no fricken clue. ANYways, i suppose i should say something of substance, but everything i'm thinking of is either 1) WAY too personal and i wouldn't put it on the WWW, or 2) classified information. sometimes, it sucks to be me. *shrugs shoulders* meh. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in a change of pace, i wrote this poem that i like a lot, it's for people like me who are having a crappy day. although there's lots of stuff that's just about my situation, so yeah. and please, those of you who read this, DON'T go distorting and telling people things, b/c yes, i am putting this poem up here, but that doesn't mean it's "hey lets fix liana's life" time, b/c people getting invovled is NOT going to fix anything. but here's the poem anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Again.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another one of those days&lt;br /&gt;Where I wish you'd just do something. Another day where I glare at the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Another day I feel empty inside.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how much longer I can take this.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to &lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt; with you.&lt;br /&gt;Now I wonder if it'll ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's just a label, and it shouldn't matter,&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is, it does.&lt;br /&gt;It matters to me.&lt;br /&gt;It's a security I've never felt before, and I don't want to have to initiate it.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm starting to think it's a meritless wish.&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably have to do something&lt;br /&gt;Because it probably doesn't matter to you.&lt;br /&gt;I can't expect you to read my mind,&lt;br /&gt;But I thought is was blatantly obvious.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess maybe it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; my move&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I wish you'd just say something.&lt;br /&gt;Why does this have to be so hard?&lt;br /&gt;You know how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just need to bring it up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of "maybe".&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; bring it up.&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;But this time the time will be right.&lt;br /&gt;And this time, one of us will SAY something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. there we go. free verse poetry is my friend. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-113078414681926829?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/113078414681926829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=113078414681926829' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113078414681926829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/113078414681926829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-that-sucks.html' title='So that sucks...'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-112991631947318999</id><published>2005-10-21T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T10:38:39.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MACBETH! MACBETH! MACBETH!</title><content type='html'>sorry couldn't help myself. but the play went very very VERY well i thought, and tonight's gonna be even better! but you know what's ticking me off? the people who went just for the extra credit, and then started bashing the play when they're just too incompetent to appreciate Shakesperian literature! and i know none of those people matter, nor will read my site, but to all of them out there (because this needs to get out of my system):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE THE REASON THERE IS A LACK OF APPRECIATION FOR THE FINE ARTS! DAMN YOU ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...there. now that i've had my say, i feel better. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-112991631947318999?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/112991631947318999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=112991631947318999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/112991631947318999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/112991631947318999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/10/macbeth-macbeth-macbeth.html' title='MACBETH! MACBETH! MACBETH!'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-112959912902734949</id><published>2005-10-17T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T18:32:09.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's actually pretty good right now...</title><content type='html'>...besides the fact that I'm definitely FREAKING OUT about the play! seriously, guys, let's think for a second, it's a little over 24 HOURS AWAY! That's barely any time at ALL! But it's okay b/c we're gonna rock no matter what...I'm just really nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things might actually be working out for me in the romance department right now...not gonna say too much b/c 1) there is no way in HELL you'd get me to write that stuff on the INTERNET, and 2) b/c I don't wanna jinx it, seeing as that seems to be a talent I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did everyone else have a good time at the dance? B/c I did! I was afraid I'd miss having a date, but I really didn't. Does that sound terrible, b/c I didn't mean for it to. I just went crazy w/ my friends. And I got some really funny looks from a few people today who obviously didn't know I could dance like that...lol! As Kelsey once said (on Sunday, remember?) "No, have u ever &lt;em&gt;seen&lt;/em&gt; Liana dance? She goes &lt;em&gt;CrAzY&lt;/em&gt;." Yeah, pretty much. No apologies. lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm out, not much else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-112959912902734949?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/112959912902734949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=112959912902734949' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/112959912902734949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/112959912902734949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/10/lifes-actually-pretty-good-right-now.html' title='Life&apos;s actually pretty good right now...'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-112881309862427930</id><published>2005-10-08T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T16:11:38.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well it's been a while...</title><content type='html'>Yeah, a bit too long since I've last written, sorry guys. Not much going on in my life that needs to be talked about. Learned a bit about myself, got some life experience, not much else. Oh, and the fact that I'm finally on the same page with someone who likes me, in that we like each other at the same time. Other than that, life's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding? Life's CrAzY!!!! Two of my best friends are either fighting or avoiding each other, I haven't been able to talk to some of my friends in what seems like forEVER, and Macbeth is in less than two weeks. Not that I'm nervous that we'll do a bad job or anthing, it's just those pre-show nerves that seem to kick in just enough to freak you out, you know? But I'm fine and life is otherwise good. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-112881309862427930?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/112881309862427930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=112881309862427930' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/112881309862427930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/112881309862427930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/10/well-its-been-while.html' title='Well it&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-112619656267543142</id><published>2005-09-08T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T09:22:42.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School? No. Drama? YES!</title><content type='html'>Lol I couldn't help myself with the title. I'm so happy that I got to see everybody yesterday! It was very refreshing to know that I'm just a normal drama nerd instead of a crazy normal person. If that makes any sense. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is everyone nervous about Macbeth auditions? I am, I'll tell you that for sure. But if the cast list is done on Saturday and Taylor knows, she's gonna call me, so I'll call you guys if you want me to, okay? Just let me know if I should forward the information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Don't really have much going on in my life besides my friends, and you guys are the ones reading this in the first place, so why should I talk about what we all already know? Lol. Hey what are you guys doing for Fall Frenzy? I'm just going stag, methinks, unless I suddenly fall head over heels for some guy who is crazy enough to ask me. Which, as we all know, I don't &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; head over heels, so I'll be going stag. And I think I'll ignore your comments, Nick, and wear my Turnabout dress. LOL! And please read our DDA! Soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-112619656267543142?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/112619656267543142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=112619656267543142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/112619656267543142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/112619656267543142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/09/school-no-drama-yes.html' title='School? No. Drama? YES!'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-112326927317270225</id><published>2005-08-05T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T12:14:33.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fellow Thespians...</title><content type='html'>So everyone probably already got their Thespian stuff in the mail, but I just got mine. And I like the card that we get. Because it's awesome. Hey does anyone know what the school's paying for? Because I thought Stinson said we got the magazine free and we didn't hafta pay the membership fee. But it's been so long, that I don't remember. So if anyone knows, gimme a holler, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has Fruits contacted any of you yet? Just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna go now, probably write some more story. Maybe listen to some country music. Change my xanga around a few times. Check it out if you wanna I'm fallenangel8 there, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-112326927317270225?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/112326927317270225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=112326927317270225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/112326927317270225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/112326927317270225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-fellow-thespians.html' title='My Fellow Thespians...'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-112310002223686412</id><published>2005-08-03T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T13:13:42.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey guys!</title><content type='html'>Does anyone have any ideas of what I should call my muse? Because I just found it again. I'd kinda lost interest slightly in my trilogy because I was at the really &lt;em&gt;boring&lt;/em&gt; part that I just didn't want to &lt;em&gt;write&lt;/em&gt;, but now that I've got that part over with, I'm almost done with the first book! So yeah, be proud of me. Because I'm proud of myself. Now Brittany, you can stop ragging on me to write more! LOL! j/k j/k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's your summer going? I'm doing good...hey wait a minute. Has anyone heard from Mr. Fruits about getting together with him to do Speech team stuff? Because I haven't and I was just wondering. He &lt;u&gt;did&lt;/u&gt; say that he wanted to get together with all of us, right? I'm just checking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to go swimming, gimme a call, there' s a pool behind me house. One snag: I'm allowed two guests there b/c they're all weird and picky, so we'll just go two at a time. Talk to you guys soon, I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-112310002223686412?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/112310002223686412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=112310002223686412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/112310002223686412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/112310002223686412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/08/hey-guys.html' title='Hey guys!'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-112241699992269158</id><published>2005-07-26T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T15:29:59.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola mis amigos!</title><content type='html'>Okay, anyone know how to do the upside down exclamation point on a keyboard? Because I'm getting tired of writing Spanish exclamations like that...oh well. Wow, this is a great way to start off a post. Let me try again. Just...pretend you didn't see this part up here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*NEW POST*NEW POST*NEW POST*NEW POST*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys! How are you guys doing? Having a good summer? Just a note to everyone: I MISS YOU GUYS TERRIBLY! I can't wait for the new school year JUST so I can see you guys. And do MacBeth. And Speech team. And, well just drama in general. And yes, I'm aware that that last sentence has many implications, and that's I've just started four sentences in a row with and. But you know what? I don't care. And that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask where that came from b/c I don't know. Nick, if you're reading this, check ur blog right now b/c I left a fun comment. To anyone else reading this: You won't understand the comment I left, so don't try. Don't care if you read it or not, but don't ask. It's a long story. Well...not really, just not one I want to tell. Ever. That means you, too, Nick. *squints eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I'm pretty much done. Comment lots. Talk to me about your life. And eat some chocolate. Because I said so. I leave you all with this awesome quote my friend told me today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want me to fall for you, you have to give me something worth tripping over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that awesome?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-112241699992269158?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/112241699992269158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=112241699992269158' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/112241699992269158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/112241699992269158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/07/hola-mis-amigos.html' title='Hola mis amigos!'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-112001828238332762</id><published>2005-06-28T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T21:11:22.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I promised Angie...</title><content type='html'>She did this thing on her xanga that I said I'd do on mine, but since no one checks it...you people get stuck with it! Leave ur answers on a post here, if you so have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Age:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Fave Color:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fave Movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Fave Song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Fave Band:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Most Embarasing Moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you a virgin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE COMES THE FUN ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are we friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you have a crush on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ...with tongue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Would you enjoy it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Would you ever want me 2 ask you out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Would you make a move on me in a movie theater?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you want to tell me something that you couldn't before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Would you walk on the beach with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If you heard a rumor about me, would you defend me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you/have you talk shit about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you think I'm a good person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you let me sleep with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Do you think I'm hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you could change anything about me -would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you think im easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you think im smart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Will you repost this to see what others think about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, have fun peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-112001828238332762?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/112001828238332762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=112001828238332762' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/112001828238332762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/112001828238332762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-i-promised-angie.html' title='So I promised Angie...'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-111990195347554021</id><published>2005-06-27T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T12:59:56.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexico</title><content type='html'>Mexico was definitely one of the best experiences of my life. I got SO much closer to a lot of my friends in youth ministry (Donnie, our leader, has this thing with calling it youth group b/c then we're not ministering to others, so yeah, hence the youth ministry :D), and I made a lot of new friends, too. The most fun thing, or at least I thought, was how the kids actually knew what I was saying! I was like, "Dude!" LOL! Sry, u guys won't get that, that's a Juarez-ism. One of the most awesome things, though, was how my friend Brian proposed to his girlfriend (my friend as well) Kelly on the last night in Juarez! It was so adorable! I was sitting behind him during devotions and he just kept asking for more water and more water (I brought my water bottle in with me) until he had practically drained it all. Then he asked for my Bible, which my friends had brought in for me so I didn't have, but it found someone else's and opened it up to a Bible verse and put it so Kelly wouldn't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Brad (this awesome black guy...seriously, that's how he refers to himself, it's HILarious!) called Brian up to the stage for an "announcement" and Brian started talking about how love was what held all our teams together when we were building the houses and how through love we all got to know each other better, and if any of us knew him, we knew he had a lot of love to give, and then he called Kelly to the stage. She was just this sobbing mass on the floor. She couldn't move, so Brian came and helped pick her up and bring her to stand on the stage. He read the "Love is patient" Bible verse (somewhere in 1 Corinthians, I believe) and then he got out the ring and all and my friend Me'Hei played "Amazed" by Lonestar in the background (find that song and listen to it it's SO romantic!) and then he just got down on one knee and asked her. All Kelly had to do was nod, and everyone was clapping wildly. Oh man, that was so cute. :D I just wish I could've seen the look on her mom's face when she called her once we got back into the states. "Hey Mom! Guess what I did in Mexico..." lol. Well, I gtg now, but I love y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt; lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-111990195347554021?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/111990195347554021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=111990195347554021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111990195347554021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111990195347554021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/06/mexico.html' title='Mexico'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-111825483551861152</id><published>2005-06-08T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T11:20:35.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Long as You're Mine</title><content type='html'>Can't get this song from Wicked outta my head! It's driving me crazy, I tell you! Of course, it probably doesn't help that I don't stop listening to it because it's a beautiful song, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's going on w/ you guys? I'm going to see Romeo and Juliet downtown tomorrow, so that oughta be fun, and then July 1st I'm seeing Little Shop of Horrors w/ Kelsey, but yeah. That's about all the drama I get this summer, besides Speech team and the stuff I get regularly from my friends...lol. You'd think that just possibly I'd get a break, but nope, that's not the case. That's okay, though, I like it this way. Wouldn't change it all for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm gonna eat lunch so I can go to the pool across the street when it opens. So if you guys wanna go swimming, gimme a call, leave me a post w/ ur number, whatever. I'm allowed to have two guests at a time, so yeah. I think that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-111825483551861152?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/111825483551861152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=111825483551861152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111825483551861152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111825483551861152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/06/as-long-as-youre-mine.html' title='As Long as You&apos;re Mine'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-111807206640760805</id><published>2005-06-06T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T08:34:26.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Day</title><content type='html'>Okay, so today, as everyone knows, was our last day of school, and even though it was optional, I went anyways. And I'm REALLY glad I did, because it was HILarious! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first and second hour were pretty boring, but third hour (Theatre Arts for those of you who haven't memorized my schedule...which is all of you...whatever! lol) was great! I have SO many funny pictures on my camera, like Zack's arms behind his head with a backpack on and Matt and Zack wearing Mr. Stinson's hardhats and pretending to work for a picture, and Nick tried to take a picture of my...okay, figure it out. It's Nick. But I'm not sure if it worked. I hope not, because that would be a &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt; picture to explain to my parents...LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then fourth hour is Biology for me, but Mrs. Terada didn't show up. She didn't come to school at all. SoLauren, Zack, Melissa, and me all went to Mr. Green's classroom and hung out on the computers, and then Zach Bare found us (even though we didn't even know he was looking for us...sorry Zach!) and so yeah. It was a really fun day. And we are now all officially sophomores. Unless you're a friend of mine graduating in 2007. Because now you're a junior. Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all I gave out my phone number to: I wanna hear from you guys! Let's all do stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. damn this is long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-111807206640760805?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/111807206640760805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=111807206640760805' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111807206640760805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111807206640760805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/06/last-day.html' title='The Last Day'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-111766217332252063</id><published>2005-06-01T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T14:42:53.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals and Such</title><content type='html'>Okeay so right now I'm supposed to be studying for my Geometry and Spanish II finals, but I really have no motivation to. I've pretty much got a guaranteed same grade for both classes, and Biology as a matter of fact. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's everyone wanna do this summer? I'm gonna talk w/ my mom and see what weekend I'm gonna have my unofficial quince and then I'll let you all know, b/c basically everyone who reads this and actually KNOWS who I'm talking about is invited. Because you're all awesome and I love you. And you love me. So that's why you're coming. Dammit. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech team next year is going to rock b/c I'm probably (the probably is only there b/c it's not official until I get the e-mail/call/some type of notice from Fruits) going to be doing DDA again w/ Nick and OC. I thought of a great idea as I thinking about an OC idea. Kelsey and a few other people and me were all trying to think of a good OC, and we could think of a few good ideas, but none of them had a good enough plot. So I thought, "What if the plot was some kid who got stuck w/ OC and couldn't think of an idea? That could work..." So I'm probably gonna do that. And it'll be cool. Because I'm awesome like that. Just like Kelsey. Aren't we Kelsey? LOL! No one else really will understand that besides me and her...so yeah, don't ask. It's nothing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brit likes chocolate ice cream! (you have to be in my Biology class to get that one...or understand Desperate Housewives...ha ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-111766217332252063?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/111766217332252063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=111766217332252063' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111766217332252063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111766217332252063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/06/finals-and-such.html' title='Finals and Such'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-111680420314155722</id><published>2005-05-22T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T16:23:26.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now THAT rox</title><content type='html'>So the Fine Arts banquet was seriously AWESOME! They only announced 2/3 for the season and they are...Macbeth for the fall and Tommy for the musical. I actually found what Tommy is about, and the summary's right here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The rock opera by the British group Who has been an integral part of pop culture since 1969. It began as a concert, was adapted for film as well as a ballet, and eventually became a hit musical. The story line follows a young boy, Tommy, born after his father, Captain Walker, enlists in the war. After being presumed dead, the father returns and young Tommy is witness to a fight that ends with his father shooting his mother's lover. The child is so traumatized that he becomes deaf, blind and mute. All efforts to find a cure are dead-ended -- until Tommy's uncanny ability as a pinball player reactivates his senses and results in guru-like notoriety from which those who added to his misery try to profit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds very very VERY good. I think we'll all have fun doing it, don't you? And the music will be awesomeness, too. It's all by the band The Who. So yeah. Macbeth should be cool, too, and I really can't wait to see what we're going to do with it! Can you guys imagine the special effects and costuming for this play?!? It's gonna ROCK! Not to mention that we all get to speak in fricken awesome Shakesperian english (if Fruits is being cool and letting us do that, which I think he will b/c it's stupid w/o it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to everyone who got awards! I'm so proud of all of you, and you all deserved what you got! Now I must finish studying for Biology. I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; studying for biology. When am I going to use it as a Theatre Arts/English teacher or a novelist? When, I ask you, when? Oh well, I'll stop complaining and do the review sheet. *sighs and sulks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-111680420314155722?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/111680420314155722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=111680420314155722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111680420314155722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111680420314155722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/05/now-that-rox.html' title='Now THAT rox'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-111637098887831486</id><published>2005-05-17T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T16:03:08.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much to say</title><content type='html'>My life's pretty good right now, nothing to complain about, nothing eloquent to write. At least I don't think so. Our Theatre Arts play is going...well? Okay, it depends on what part of it you're talking about. The beginning act isn't half bad, Act II needs some work, and Act III is still in the blocking stage, but if people don't shut up soon, I'm about to lose it. Seriously! Sometimes I just want to strangle the people in the class who just don't care about it! Like a prime example is today when I started talking about how awesome it is that they're announcing the season at the Fine Arts Banquet this Saturday (woot woot!) and Lauren and Kelsey and Nick and me all got so excited and Joe looks at us and goes, "So?" to which I responded, "You don't understand. To drama nerds like me, that's a BIG deal!" and then Nick goes, "It's like Christmas!" and I said, "It's better than Christmas because it doesn't cost anything!" Actually, Christmas beats it because otherwise, we'd all be going to hell. So yeah. *smiles innocently after blatantly honesty in-your-face statement* Right. I'm gonna go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-111637098887831486?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/111637098887831486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=111637098887831486' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111637098887831486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111637098887831486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/05/nothing-much-to-say.html' title='Nothing much to say'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-111550273803465186</id><published>2005-05-07T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T14:52:18.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baile!</title><content type='html'>Yes, that is the command to DANCE in Spanish. And if this keyboard had the upside down exclamation point, I would've used it. LOL! Susie's sitting right next to me looking even more prettiful than she always does because...*sings Wizard of Oz song* because because because because beCAUSE(! do do do do do) j/k j/k I'm done, I'm done. My Aunt Judy just did her hair and my hair and make-up, and so she's sitting in her pajamas but I'm in an AWEsome kimono from Japan. My dad went there three times on business. So yeah. Um...I think that's about all you need to know right now...you'll get to see how we both look if you're COMING tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. susie says, "go pajamas b/c the ROCK! TOTALLY!" (and yes, she actually did say that!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-111550273803465186?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/111550273803465186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=111550273803465186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111550273803465186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111550273803465186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/05/baile.html' title='Baile!'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-111524020175088355</id><published>2005-05-04T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T13:56:41.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a new post</title><content type='html'>Life's been pretty good for me these past few days. I haven't been overloaded with homework, I still see drama people even though I miss them terribly, life's good. My friends, however, are still supplying me with my daily dosage of drama. And I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR example, today I had about a BILLION notes in and out of my pockets throughout the course of the day. Okay...so more like 11, but that's still a lot! And they were about different issues, too. So needless to say I felt loved, but it was kinda weird. I wasn't just holding all the cards, I was holding all the cards to every single game. Which may explain the mass multitude of notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the dance! Homecoming was okay, b/c I didn't &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; know anyone in drama, I just knew of them. Now they're all like, my best friends, and I'm bringing a camera! Hopefully it'll be one of those cool digital disposable ones b/c then we can get rid of the bad ones and only have ones that make us all look good. Oh, and not to mention the dance'll be more fun because I have a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...that's all folks! Comment away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-111524020175088355?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/111524020175088355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=111524020175088355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111524020175088355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111524020175088355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/05/time-for-new-post.html' title='Time for a new post'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-111498364838990804</id><published>2005-05-01T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T14:40:48.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So yeah my friends ROCK</title><content type='html'>I seriously had no idea that you were all going to surprise me on Saturday with a cake and everything. That was so sweet of you guys! I know Heather bought the cake and the card (so you get MAJOR hugs when I see you tomorrow) but everyone else let it be a surprise for me and you signed the card and...things like that mean a lot to me. I'm always on the organizing end. Warmed my heart to see all you guys singing to me, it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that's enough of all the mushy stuff. I just have some things to say about the card:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It was seriously perfect. I LOVED IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Nick, I still can't get over what you signed it as. "Thinking of you and your chest..." Though it does mean that I have to hide the card from my parents now...LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Yeah, actually I don't think there is a number three. I've got to stop doing this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-111498364838990804?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/111498364838990804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=111498364838990804' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111498364838990804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111498364838990804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-yeah-my-friends-rock.html' title='So yeah my friends ROCK'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-111463162586668857</id><published>2005-04-27T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T12:53:45.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Stuff</title><content type='html'>You'd think that because I'm in drama I wouldn't have any in my own life, eh? No, I didn't think so either. I mean, seriously, when has life ever been simple? There's too much going on right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the whole Katy thing I don't really know where I stand but all the people involved are my friends. And so they want me to be on their side even though they won't say those exact words. I have so many people's feelings to worry about and though it makes me feel like crap, hey throw it to the wind because as long as everone else is okay it doesn't matter how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that's not true but it's how it feels. I guess I just wish there were one person who cared about my feelings instead of me having to care about everyone else. Is that selfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-111463162586668857?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/111463162586668857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=111463162586668857' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111463162586668857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111463162586668857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/04/drama-stuff.html' title='Drama Stuff'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-111421915017958330</id><published>2005-04-22T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T18:19:10.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for Kevin Pager</title><content type='html'>Alright! So I'm tired of going to school and having Kevin lean over my shoulder and say, "I think I should be on your blog. Have I ever been on it? Will I?" So here, Kevin, this one is for you, my Beatle wanna-be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! I know, *in Edna (from the Incredibles) like voice* I just kiddiiiiiing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i went dress shopping for the spring fling and i actually *SHOCK* found something that i like that doesn't have pants. so yeah, i'm pretty proud of that. *puts hands on hips*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-111421915017958330?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/111421915017958330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=111421915017958330' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111421915017958330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111421915017958330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-ones-for-kevin-pager.html' title='This one&apos;s for Kevin Pager'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-111395415762323086</id><published>2005-04-19T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T16:42:37.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sub Plans</title><content type='html'>That's how I felt when I got to school today. Like I shoulda left sub plans. TOO MUCH GOING ON! I mean, honestly, Nick and Brittany had a little moment which ended when Carl walked in on them so then HE knew about it and then Matt's whole psychelogical dilemma came out into the open and so he had to go to a counselor b/c of it, and b/c of Heather (which is okay, he said he'd rather know, so if you're reading this Heather, relax!) he knew about the whole Nick/Brittany thing and then I just didn't know what to think b/c then Nick accepted when Angie asked him to the dance and so Brittany got all, "What the hell was I doing?" and now she STILL doesn't know what she's doing and...oy that's a long sentence. But it's how I feel right now! Just a tad bit overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and maybe somewhere in this mess my own romance will work out? Maybe? You think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah me neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-111395415762323086?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/111395415762323086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=111395415762323086' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111395415762323086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111395415762323086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/04/sub-plans.html' title='Sub Plans'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-111351941634714993</id><published>2005-04-14T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T15:56:56.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hysterical Laughter</title><content type='html'>Okay, so we got through the play...but just barely. I can't wait to get my notes. Let me tell you what they'll be...slow down...sign up for as many vocal rehearsals as humanly possible...learn lines exactly...yeah, that'll be the bulk of it. And oh yeah, don't get stuck in the plant. And you think that's funny...those wires are really pokey and stuff in there! I'm not even joking! They hurt! I have a new respect for Lauren and Hilary for dealing with that stuff...and besides the play stuff life's going well in general...the build day should be fun. But yeah, I'm just rambling now. So I'm going to leave now. But my computer is being really weird and not letting me hit enter, so yeah, I'll do my signature here. luv always lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-111351941634714993?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/111351941634714993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=111351941634714993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111351941634714993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111351941634714993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/04/hysterical-laughter.html' title='Hysterical Laughter'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-111307693687284945</id><published>2005-04-09T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T13:03:28.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights, Camera, Action!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so today's set build went really really REALLY well. I can't believe how much we got done! I was talking with Mr. Williams (Spencer's dad) in the scene shop and he was really funny he goes, "I thought we were going to be building like three flats and a bench and we'd be done," and then I laughed and said, "You don't know Mr. Stinson, do you?" Spencer just about lost it there. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Told Erin about stuff, and she was the funniest I've ever seen her. She was so excited for me and I'm all like, "There's nothing to be excited about yet...not much anyway," and she was all like, "Yeah there is!" I like her perspective better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely took a shower when I got home b/c according to my Abuelita (who says your welcome for the rice by the way) I looked like a walking Picasso. And I did, because SOME PEOPLE (coughs Sam, Heather, and Brittany) couldn't keep their paint on the flats! Oh well, now my shirt and pants have a little bit more of East in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done now. I think I might sleep. Or actually, I'll probably wind up trying to pick out the violin solo in Broken b/c I promised Ryan and Becky that I would. The scary thing is how much the lyrics kinda relate to my life right now. Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-111307693687284945?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/111307693687284945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=111307693687284945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111307693687284945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111307693687284945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/04/lights-camera-action.html' title='Lights, Camera, Action!'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-111270485505930309</id><published>2005-04-05T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T19:00:04.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn</title><content type='html'>Okay, so what do you do when your friends get into messes that make the others angry? How can you be friends with them all and still hope not to get any of them angry? I mean, sounds impossible, yes? However, I do this every day. I don't know why, it would be easier to pick a side, but no. That's not what I do. For instance, there's Brittany vs. Matt. Now, thanks to the ever-brilliant Thaddeus, there's a Nick vs. Matt thing which may turn into a Nick vs. Matt vs. Aubrey mess...life gets hard. Oh well. I listen to things. I help work things out. It's what I do. I feel like a counselor...I don't get paid enough for this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Nick I tried to post to your blog but it kept giving me an error message so yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-111270485505930309?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/111270485505930309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=111270485505930309' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111270485505930309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111270485505930309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/04/damn.html' title='Damn'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-111154274258200809</id><published>2005-03-22T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T17:52:22.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as I know it</title><content type='html'>It's definitely been crazy these past fourteen years. Right now I'm preparing for both my Geometry and Biology midterms which I have tomorrow, and then I've got Theatre Arts tomorrow, which I normally wouldn't be freaking out about if I'd been paying attention. Most of it's common sense, I'll figure it out. So today I was talking w/ Lauren and she wanted to read some of my story, and I let her, but the part wasn't finished, so I went back to my desk and started writing. That worked out well. Kelsey in a stroke of pure evil genius perfectly encorporated the most romantic line I've come up with in some time with the conversation going on beyond me. Turner was complaining about how nervous he was teaching and Kelsey took his hand and goes, "It's okay, Turner. No tears...just love," which if you'd read the scene a few before it and the one it was IN it would make perfect sense. But &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;. My luck isn't that good. It's okay, Kelsey, I'm definitely just giving you a hard time. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny thing about my day today was lunch, where Turner started talking about that "My hat has three corners" song, and he meant to say, "Three cornered hat", but what came out was "Three horny cats." It was hysterical. So Kelsey and I pooled our money (actually I still owe her fifty cents :D) for Turner to go over to where Woodbury and Nick and everyone were sitting and simply say, "Horny cats," which he did, but it was a dollar ill-spent. Barely any reaction. But I guess it is funnier if you know the entire story behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musical's going well, still wondering how the heck I'm gonna pull of Mushnik, but hey, what's new? (not self-confidence, I'll tell you that much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this, alert the world, because I have officially ran out of things to write. I know, shocking. Don't faint or anything...just comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren told me this quote today and I think I'll leave with it b/c I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love may not be what makes the world go round, but it's what makes the trip worthwhile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-111154274258200809?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/111154274258200809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=111154274258200809' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111154274258200809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111154274258200809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/03/life-as-i-know-it.html' title='Life as I know it'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-111076719569617525</id><published>2005-03-13T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T18:26:35.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New look, eh?</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I like it. This is just a random comment, if you're looking for what's going on in my mind, that's the post &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-111076719569617525?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/111076719569617525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=111076719569617525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111076719569617525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111076719569617525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-look-eh.html' title='New look, eh?'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-111066508354687839</id><published>2005-03-12T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T18:27:36.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Susie</title><content type='html'>I love her. I really do, she's the best friend I've got. And no, I'm not just writing that because she's sitting right next to me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized how much of a coward I can be. I'm confident about everything in my life except when it comes to my heart and guys. I love to do some things with all of my heart like singing and acting and writing, but guys are the only thing that can hurt me. Singing is cleansing for me. Acting makes me feel like I'm worth something. Writing is how I vent. But when I start feeling deeply for some guy...I realize that a guy is the only thing I can care about that's good at breaking my heart over and over again. And the sad thing is...I let it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I even felt like I needed to write this on here...but it needed to be said. For what purpose, I know not, because personally, I'm perfectly fine with this part of the conversation I had with Susie to be kept from the public......but something's telling me it's not what I want that's important. All I know is it needs to be said. So don't ask why, because I already am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-111066508354687839?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/111066508354687839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=111066508354687839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111066508354687839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/111066508354687839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/03/me-and-susie.html' title='Me and Susie'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-110980417712272008</id><published>2005-03-02T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T14:58:05.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Venting</title><content type='html'>Yeah I didn't really know what to call this post. I just need to write. And I need to stop tormenting myself with writing romance and reading romance and watching romance and...okay so what if I'm addicted to it? Is it my fault that I have to turn to these devices? I'm the girl. Okay. The &lt;em&gt;girl&lt;/em&gt;. If I could do something about my situation, hell, I'd have done it by now. I don't know what else to do. I've tried waiting. That doesn't work. I've tried hinting things. Don't work. I've tried doing the guy's job and making the first move. Scares the HELL out of the guy and yet again, doesn't work. I mean, I don't have relationships. I have misunderstandings. I'm tired of just waiting and waiting and nothing happening to me because I'm not the sissy oh-I-am-small-defenseless-damsel-in-distress-won't-some-big-strong-man-please-come-and-help-me type of girl. I defend my&lt;em&gt;self&lt;/em&gt; thank you very much. Give me the damn sword. Some guy asks me if I want a ride? Hell no, I want to &lt;u&gt;drive&lt;/u&gt;. (Even though I don't exactly know how but that's not the point.) The point is I've had it up to my ears with relationships that don't work out. And all this venting isn't even helping anymore. I mean come ON! What's a girl to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. all of what i tried was from 6th to 8th grade b/c well i've given up now that i'm a freshman. i've opted to wait for the love bug to come and bite me. (and not in the butt, that's the story of my life...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-110980417712272008?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/110980417712272008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=110980417712272008' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/110980417712272008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/110980417712272008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/03/venting.html' title='Venting'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-110955862291695652</id><published>2005-02-27T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T18:43:42.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh/Soph vs Fresh/Soph</title><content type='html'>Okay, all our plays are fresh/soph and they kick butt. I have to say that I wasn't impressed with OHS's show. There was some talent in a few people, but the rest you could tell were up there "to show off their little hands and little feet" (theatre arts rox :D) Of course it didn't help that Nick was sitting next to me and telling me the whole time "When is it done?" "I just tasted what I ate for dinner!" or my favorite after he clapped, "The ending was the best part" and it wasn't over. Yeah that's it. Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-110955862291695652?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/110955862291695652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=110955862291695652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/110955862291695652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/110955862291695652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/02/freshsoph-vs-freshsoph.html' title='Fresh/Soph vs Fresh/Soph'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-110883722745293562</id><published>2005-02-19T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T10:20:27.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Excited for a title</title><content type='html'>Nick, if you're checking my blog before Kyle's CHECK HERS RIGHT NOW! I saw that she left a post on your blog so I clicked on her name and it took me to her blog and you really really REALLY need to read it um...NOW! I'm so excited for you! *cheers* Man, I really need a life. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you already read her blog because you're just slick like that...that's okay, too. But fill me in on what goes on if you see her for show choir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-110883722745293562?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/110883722745293562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=110883722745293562' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/110883722745293562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/110883722745293562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/02/too-excited-for-title.html' title='Too Excited for a title'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694735.post-110842092948268040</id><published>2005-02-14T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T14:42:09.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay Nick...</title><content type='html'>So. Three girls who like you. Two have boyfriends. One is your ex. One is willing to give up her boyfriend of a year and a half for you. One is simply waiting for you. Now the dramatic question: What are you going to do about it? Pros and cons didn't really seem to help you before, so I've been trying to think of another way to help you decide if you haven't already. Yeah, I pretty much have nothing besides thinking about which you would be the happiest with. I know you'd be happy with either Amanda or Angie, but I'm not so sure about Lauren. You already went out with her, so don't tangle yourself in that mess again unless you're ready for heartache. And I think I MIGHT know who your secret admirer is but don't say ANYTHING okay?!? I'll post her name on the Warrior's Creed post on yours. Alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9694735-110842092948268040?l=fallenangel8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/feeds/110842092948268040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9694735&amp;postID=110842092948268040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/110842092948268040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9694735/posts/default/110842092948268040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenangel8.blogspot.com/2005/02/okay-nick.html' title='Okay Nick...'/><author><name>lady li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18384119426549675421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/frog_jumping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
