<?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-12226627</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:49:47.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Without Wings</title><subtitle type='html'>This dream world grows more alien with each passing moment... I imagine that before long I will be the one who is odd.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112451945696049723</id><published>2005-08-20T01:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T01:30:56.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Muahahaha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img alt="annoyed" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/Emoticons%20and%20Icons/sneer.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;n/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some poor, sex-deprived freak happened to awaken the &lt;em&gt;EVIL PMS DEMON&lt;/em&gt; within me. Lucky him/her. Here is the resulting "conversation". Gleh is me, by the way... not that it's difficult to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruby says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to have sex??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gleh says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...are you stupid? &gt;___&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruby says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gleh says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___- Sorry, no. I have a&lt;em&gt; LIFE&lt;/em&gt;... you should try it sometime, good reviews and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruby says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gleh says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously that doesn't matter. I'm certainly more intelligent than you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gleh says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you do this a lot? Message random people and ask personal questions after you untactfully request sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruby says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gleh says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations on being a loser, you must be so proud of yourself and all your accomplishments... most likely numbering zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gleh says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry (not) for being rude and all... but I'm hoping to make an impression here. No one wants to have sex with you over the internet... it's nothing personal; that's the problem. How about you leave your basement and find out what real life interaction is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gleh says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, call someone who cares about you right now if you're that lonely... and if there's no one then thank you for proving my point. Really, there's more than porn and cybering on the internet... there's, oh, I don't know... opinions? Ideas? Crap that will distract you from your obvious social flaws? Talking to me isn't helping... I'm annoying and I keep on talking. See how irritating it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gleh says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't reply, you won't be able to. I'm just the millionth person to block you! ^___^ Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL! Seriously though, that was mean of me... LMAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112451945696049723?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112451945696049723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112451945696049723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112451945696049723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112451945696049723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/08/muahahaha.html' title='Muahahaha!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112429935796957820</id><published>2005-08-17T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T12:22:37.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGSCHOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img alt="excited" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/Emoticons%20and%20Icons/star.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;n/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I got my timetable!!!!11!11!one!!ONE!!!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Semester One:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics (Mr. Gallant)&lt;br /&gt;Grade 10 Math (Mrs. Quick)&lt;br /&gt;Music (Mr. McNeely)&lt;br /&gt;Anthropology, Psychology, and Sociology (Mrs. Kidner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Semester Two:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English (not assigned)&lt;br /&gt;Grade 11 math (Mrs. Pilon)&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy (Mr. Licari)&lt;br /&gt;World Religion (Mr. Hayes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited now, I ca't wait!!! XD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112429935796957820?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112429935796957820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112429935796957820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112429935796957820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112429935796957820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/08/omgschool.html' title='OMGSCHOOL'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112425914079164179</id><published>2005-08-17T00:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T01:12:53.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG LAWL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img alt="XD ROFL!!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/Emoticons%20and%20Icons/grin.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; n/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email, yay! It seems I've won two million dollars from a lottery a didn't enter (mostly because it is non-existent... and there's the fact that I'm only 16) and have never heard of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;BRITISH LOTTERY HEADQUERTERS&lt;br /&gt;GOVERNMENT ACCREDITED LICENSED!!&lt;br /&gt;BRITISH WEB LOTTERYIS REGISTERED&lt;br /&gt;UNDER THE DATA PROTECTION ACT OF;&lt;br /&gt;(Registration Z720633X).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITISH WEB LOTTERY&lt;br /&gt;P.O.Box 101028&lt;br /&gt;TANFIELD ROAD,&lt;br /&gt;CROYDON.LONDON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ref Nr: PBL/CN/6654/CP&lt;br /&gt;Batch Nr: PBL2348974321&lt;br /&gt;Date: 17th / 08 /2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Consultation Prize Winner, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BRITISH LOTTERY HEADQUERTERS NOTICE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Europe/ America private international e-games organizers and co-sponsors, BRITISH NATIONAL LOTTERY HEADQUERTERS International,officially bring to your notice of the final draw result of the 29th July-2005 BRITISH WEB LOTTERY Wheel E-game which was conducted at our international corporate office complex in The CROYDON.LONDON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wish to congratulate and inform you on the selection of your email coupon umber which was selected among the 45 lucky consultation prize winners. Your email ID identified with coupon No.PBL2348974321 and was selected by our E-games Random Selection System (ERSS) with entries from the 50,000 different email addresses enrolled for the E-game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your email ID was included among the 50,000 different email addresses submitted by our partner international email provider companies. You have won a consultation cash prize of US $2,500,000.00 (Two Million Five Hundred Thousand US Dollars) The BRITISH WEB LOTTERY . have approved a payout of your consultation cash prize which will be remunerated directly to you by the official Payment Agency Board. Our DUE PROCESS UNIT (DPU) will render to you complete assistance and provide additional information and processes for the claims of your consultation prize. For due processing of your winning claim, please contact the DPU Information Officer Mr Luisa Adams who has been assigned to assist you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact E-mail:agentluisaadams@web2mail.com&lt;br /&gt;Contact E-mail:agentluisaadams@yahoo.fr&lt;br /&gt;Tel :+44-703-194-1328Tel :+44-703-194-2673&lt;br /&gt;Fax :44-87-1247-2539&lt;br /&gt;Officer Mr Luisa Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again congratulations from all our staffs on your consultation prize winning,we hope you will partake our forth coming BRITISH WEB LOTTERY&lt;br /&gt;-Wheel Email-games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tracy Palma(Group Coordinator)&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;NB: In accordance with the BRITISH WEB LOTTERY -wheel E-games policy&lt;br /&gt;and regulations, this notification is dispatched directly to only the 45&lt;br /&gt;lucky consultation prize Winners. This notification also contains information&lt;br /&gt;that isproprietary, privileged or confidential or otherwise legally exempt from&lt;br /&gt;disclosure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you are not the right recipient whose email address attached to&lt;br /&gt;the lucky number along with the winning informationâs you are not authorized to read, print, retain, copy or disseminate this notice or any part&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what is in &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt; (at the end) is what I find completely ludicrous about this so-called "British Lottery-Web Email-Games" crap. It says "...you are not authorized to read..." and yet they put it at the bottom. -___-; *sigh* I can't believe how many mourning widows of dead/assasinated/brain-tumor'd/in-hiding politicians/royalty/goat-herders have decided to give me - a random email adress - their remaining frillions. And did you know that I sign business deals to companies that don't exist in my sleep? Amazing, I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is amazing is that this crap isn't illegal like &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; forms of fraud... but OMG it's so funny. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112425914079164179?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112425914079164179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112425914079164179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112425914079164179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112425914079164179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/08/omg-lawl.html' title='OMG LAWL!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112423955633810699</id><published>2005-08-16T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T19:46:15.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img alt="troubled" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/Emoticons%20and%20Icons/bored.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt; n/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, blah, blah... I'm still alive and all that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112423955633810699?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112423955633810699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112423955633810699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112423955633810699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112423955633810699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/08/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112330329888297348</id><published>2005-08-05T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T23:42:26.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img alt="imperfect" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/Emoticons%20and%20Icons/censored.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;Amidatti mo, Ereonooru mo ~ FF:CC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Without a struggle, there can be no progess."&lt;/em&gt; ~ Frederick Douglas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112330329888297348?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112330329888297348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112330329888297348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112330329888297348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112330329888297348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/08/yep.html' title='Yep.'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112326264878831605</id><published>2005-08-05T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T12:24:08.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, sunday, someday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img alt="tense" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/Emoticons%20and%20Icons/tensed.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;n/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the update about Sunday of Ann-week. ^___^ I'm lazy... so I'll flesh it out with details whenever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We went to church, zomg! I haven't done that in a long time... although it was extremely 'by the book' (literally), I enjoyed it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;- After church we were dropped off at the... mall with a name I can't remember right now. O_____o;&lt;br /&gt;- There was this store that sold socks only! O____O It had these really cool ones... unfortunately, I didn't have enough monies. :( But still, ^___^.&lt;br /&gt;- We waited for an hour for Ann's friend Michelle to show. Apparently she got there at the same time we did but since we had arranged a specific time, we all believed ourselves to be early! Hahaha... heh... *cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;- So we went wandering around. Yay us! We ended up sitting in the middle of an aisle in a bookstore, reading random lines from romance novels. Those things are much more disturbing than I thought... deffinitely a good back-up career choice. Screw physics and getting my PhD, I'm gonna write por-- "romance novels". ^___^&lt;br /&gt;- We spent hours at the Body shop mixing the different perfumes... (I'm orange and yellow, apparently ^__^)&lt;br /&gt;- We went to Miss Tiggly Winkles... I bought some Napoleon Dynamite lip balm. I'm so proud of myself. Ann became addicted to an octopus that make music when you pressed certain legs/notes (mind you, it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; meant for some younger than five years old. ^_____________^)&lt;br /&gt;- Erm... I'm sure there was more but I have no memory whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;- Anyways, we waited like OMGHOURS (*shifty look*) for Ann's mom to pick us up. Okay maybe not, but meh.&lt;br /&gt;- OMG INVADER ZIM! I'm obsessed now! O_____o; I saw like two and a half episodes and I love it... (go &lt;a href="http://www.nick.com/all_nick/turbonick/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and click "NickToons" then find Invader Zim on the little list. It's the best. ^___^ Takes a while to load though)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112326264878831605?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112326264878831605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112326264878831605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112326264878831605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112326264878831605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/08/sunday-sunday-someday.html' title='Sunday, sunday, someday!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112285035467421662</id><published>2005-07-31T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T18:05:55.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLZ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img alt="hyper" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/Emoticons%20and%20Icons/star.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt;Ann's Piano-type-playing ~ &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/chaoticskies/" target="_blank"&gt;Ann, doy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a continuation of the previous post I made about Annzorz-weekzorz... o-rama. Of DOOM! N'yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was so full of everything I was too tired to post so here's Saturday, July 30th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 10:20 AM we arrive at Ann's hyper and crazy, probably from lack of sleep. The first thing in our agenda is the museum of civilization (teh r0xx0rz because it has an IMAX and those r0xx0rz my s0xx0rz. Ahem.) Before the first of two IMAX shows we came to see began Ann and I browsed the giftshop. With fifty monies I could have bought anything but I managed to contain myself... until the afternoon but we'll get to that later. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00... we're sitting in our perfect seats waiting for Nascar, the IMAX experience to begin and some random guy (deaf? His speech sounded a little off but he seemed aware) started poking Ann. It was weird but he was cool nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG!!!!!11!1!!!42!!! I was nearly deafened by the sound when the show started! The picture was amazing though and it was like... "vreeeyoooo! Nyro nyro nyro!" The Cherrios car kicked the most ass even if it didn't win. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we saw Mystery of the Nile. It had more flying views and the music was magnificent so I enjoyed it more. Plus, it used the IMAX dome... omg so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one o'clock we went to Cafe Orient where I embarassed myself with chopsticks. They brought me some utensils but I still felt like a n00b. Anyone watching from a hidden camera was probably thinking &lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/tgs5.html"&gt;"look, look at that girl..."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being fully stuffed (Chow Mein is now my favorite food) Ann and I wandered downtown. T'was Buskerfest but we didn't see much where we were (crazy-robot-guys scaring children, chalk-picasso-peoples, sidewalk-painter-person, singing-man). But, still! Anyway, we went into a Chinese grocery store that had GIANT STRAWBERRY POCKY!!! So I found a gift for my sister. ^___^ There was also a starburst rip-off called "fruity flavours". Needless to say, it was Engrish-tastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent nearly all my fifty monies in the first place in Chinatown... I'll post pictures very, very soon but for now, here's a list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cinnamonroll toy (squee!!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Six Card Captor Sakura manga posters (really good value at $4.99 for all of them)&lt;br /&gt;3. A Japanese pencil case with cats on it... w00t!&lt;br /&gt;4. Folded paper stars... paper. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we continued to look around downtown. The highlight of this day had to be when we went into a liquidation world-type store that was apparently closing down, everything was 75% off. There was nothing of much interest, other than this beautiful statue of a unicorn with wings. It was rearing, mounted on this stand with a little plaque that said... &lt;strong&gt;"Billy."&lt;/strong&gt; Yep, Billy. Billy the unicorn. We laughed so hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after we toured the market we &lt;s&gt;mooched off&lt;/s&gt; rested in the art gallery for a few minutes. There was a great exibit on Michael Semack though. Then we went to the shopping-type centre and wandered around. There were these kick-ass black and white striped knee-high socks but I couldn't find enough monies (Ann got me saying that, now I can't stop O___o) to buy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we took the bus home! That was fun because I was hyper and this was my first time on a bus... and we sat in the accordian section! There were these two little kids who just sat there every time it turned while I squeed and embarassed Ann like a n00b! ^_____^ There was this one woman reading a book called "de Bono's Thinking Course"... (LOL!!!) but that's not even the funny part. She was reading it backwards... it was English and everything! Obviously the course wasn't working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there were these two jerks who, whenever a girl stood up or walked in, would look at eachother and either nod or shake their heads... apparently a rating system (assholes). So when they got off, they saw us through the window of the bus as it turned and we look at eachother and shook our heads. Muahahaha!!!!! It was hilarious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home I got to meet Ann's boyfriend, Julian who is funny! ^___^ (Note to Ann: Nooooo, it was not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; akward! It was just one of those, "OMGWTFCOUPLE!!!1!???... teehee!" moments, you know? ^_______^ I was just mean because I was picking it up from Michelle. N'yes, n'yes, all her fault!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG, then we watched Star Wars III (teehee, we're pirates) As Ann said many times, it was artfully good but everything else was much of the crapiness. Some of the scenes made me want to gouge my eyes out and stuff them in my ears. Such as... &lt;strong&gt;(erm... if you're a crazy &lt;s&gt;nerdly&lt;/s&gt; fan who hasn't seen it, don't read ahead. There's nothing really plot-realing, but still.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anakin: You're... so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Padme: It's only because I'm in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;Anakin: No, no... it's because I'm so in love with &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that disosaur-dragon-dealy that Obi-wan Kenobi rode when he was trying to sneak up on the bad guys... jeez, if you want to be discreet DO NOT bring one of those. They must have heard him coming from miles away but they were &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; surprised. Also, Padme basically never left that one room. When &lt;s&gt;Anakin&lt;/s&gt; Darth Vader started there "battle of doom" things seemed to be gradually more difficult... not to mention, blantantly obviously... like a crappy video game or something. It was like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fighting in a room on a volcano planet.&lt;br /&gt;2. Oh, look at that... the shields are down. Oopsies.&lt;br /&gt;3. Fighting on the balcony with no sheilds. Okay...&lt;br /&gt;4. Fighting on a beam spanning over some deadly lava.&lt;br /&gt;5. The beam has lava ON it now.&lt;br /&gt;6. Fighting on a crumbling pillar and it colapses into the volcano.&lt;br /&gt;7. (I am NOT making this up... it actually happened) Swinging on ropes and battling eachother...&lt;br /&gt;8. Balancing on some wreckage in the middle of an ocean of molten rock.&lt;br /&gt;9. One of them burst into flames, now there's just one. &gt;___&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now Ana-- Darth Vader has no limbs at all... at least that's the worst that could happen. Oh wait, no... now he's ON FIRE. O___O ("...and his body burned away. And his limbed all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's dead and Padme's dead (via a "broken heart"... Lame-alarm!) but the 'younglings' are alive... or something. So, this guy brings the kid to this apparently random person in the middle of a desert. "I won't say how, I won't say why... but here, take this kid!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh... there are a lot of other things but they're just too small to mention. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was Satdurday. I'll post Sunday in a little while. Ehhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112285035467421662?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112285035467421662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112285035467421662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112285035467421662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112285035467421662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/07/lolz.html' title='LOLZ!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112266187559259384</id><published>2005-07-29T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T13:31:15.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb Astrology</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img alt="*sigh*" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/Emoticons%20and%20Icons/tensed.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://gendou.com/amusic/?filter=call+your+name&amp;match=0&amp;amp;show=1" target="_blank"&gt;Call Your Name&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://gendou.com/amusic/?filter=maaya&amp;page=1&amp;amp;show=1" target="_blank"&gt;Maaya Sakamoto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's horoscope; Cancer: "...Your secret ambition to take over the world is becoming a much more attainable goal than you might have first thought."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, goody! I'd better dust off my death ray then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the lesson is; astrology is stupid. &gt;____&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112266187559259384?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112266187559259384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112266187559259384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112266187559259384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112266187559259384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/07/dumb-astrology.html' title='Dumb Astrology'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112257361866962726</id><published>2005-07-28T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T14:23:51.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ann-week, yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Death by Hyperactivity" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/Emoticons%20and%20Icons/faint.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://gendou.com/amusic/?filter=icy+mice&amp;match=0" target="_blank"&gt;Icy Mice&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://gendou.com/amusic/?filter=kanno&amp;amp;page=3&amp;show=1" target="_blank"&gt;Yoko Kanno&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am in the middle of Ann-week, updating me blog. Time to outline the happenings thus far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/strong&gt; I spent the entire day cleaning and/or sleeping before my Mom got home and we left to &lt;s&gt;kidnap&lt;/s&gt; pick up Ann. I wrote the instructions down on my hand (and drew myself some friends to keep me company until we got there) but somehow that wasn't enoughand we were lost for about, OMG, ten minutes. That's better than last time when it was HOURS!!! Anyway, we &lt;s&gt;ambushed her and stuffed her in the trunk&lt;/s&gt; picked Ann up, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning Ann noticed the post-it-notes I had placed on some things (I'm learning Japanese and my vocabulary is teh suck). Using up ALL of my sticky notes, she placed a frillion more on EVERYTHING... in English! Now I won't forget what things are anymore! ^_____________________^ But I did go around and look up the Japanese words for all of them, so it works out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Fear Factor before falling asleep at 1:00 AM... that show is completely moronic. I don't know how many times that host-guy said &lt;em&gt;"Milt, otherwise known as cod sperm"&lt;/em&gt; but it did NOT make it more appealing to the cocky idiots forced to swallow it. O___o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/strong&gt; we made pancakes and eggs for breakfast and exchanged websites/games/stupid things (&lt;a href="http://pya.cc/pyaimg/pimg.php?imgid=14192"&gt;Pya&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/text/weirdlog.php"&gt;Weird Log&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/uninvited.php"&gt;Uninvited&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/222458"&gt;All Your Base Rock Opera&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.rofl.name"&gt;ROFLcopter and LOLLERskates&lt;/a&gt;). I discovered that my "mad Soul Caliber II skillz" are not as mad as I had previously believed. She kicked my ass a frillion times before moving on to my sister. O___o My hands still hurt from actually trying to strategize... damn you buttonmashers!!! DAMN YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made lunch; fried rice. You could really taste the love! *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we did nothing for three hours. Yay us. ^_____^ After that a couple of hours were wasted looking through random LJ's to find stupid people. It wasn't very easy... I believe some strange n00b-disease has whiped them out. It's not as great as it sounds - now their resistance to it will be stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched moronic infomercials for hours... the "brush that turns and has air coming out of it" was certainly the best. Crazy HUGE-MOUTHED LADY freaked me out... HER MOUTH IS HUGE! *inhale* I'm okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... we fell asleep at about 2:38. I'm surprised I didn't have nightmares about that crazy HUGE-MOUTHED LADY impaling me on rotating hairbrushes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday:&lt;/strong&gt; OMG, that's today! We made french toast and Ann went on a crazy cleaning rampage. ^_____^ A moronic MSN conversation was our next and greatest acheivent before we imploded our brains (via too much stupidity) by looking up &lt;a href="http://www.rael.org"&gt;Raelism&lt;/a&gt;... or whatever it's called. &gt;____&gt; Then we made soup... Ann likes things complicated, I like them microwaved. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... I think that's it so far. If I've forgotten anything Ann will surely beat me to death. O_____O Expect more updates by Monday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112257361866962726?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112257361866962726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112257361866962726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112257361866962726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112257361866962726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/07/ann-week-yay.html' title='Ann-week, yay!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112196586873650032</id><published>2005-07-21T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T12:11:08.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img alt="unknown" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/Emoticons%20and%20Icons/undecided.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://gendou.com/amusic/?filter=ningyo+hime&amp;match=0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ningyo Hime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://gendou.com/amusic/?filter=chobits&amp;amp;match=2&amp;amp;show=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chobits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You know those posts people make when they have nothing to say other than "I'm not dead yet"? Well, this is one of those posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112196586873650032?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112196586873650032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112196586873650032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112196586873650032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112196586873650032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-of-those-posts.html' title='One of those posts'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112179880616561328</id><published>2005-07-19T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T13:49:49.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Na na-na-na-na, na-na na-na-na!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/Emoticons%20and%20Icons/sneer.gif" alt="annoyed"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sister is a spoiled brat. *holds in rage* ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I declare Testimony's blog impossible to find. Also, Compy-chan is crazy and the Chaos Gate is once again offline. *sigh* The sky is falling, the sky is falling! We must tell Compy-chan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something good: .hack//fragment is coming!!! XD But first I need a PS2 then it shall be much of the squee... nuh na-na-nuh, nuh-nuh na-na-nuh, nuh na-na-na nuh-nuh na-nuh! &gt;____O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112179880616561328?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112179880616561328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112179880616561328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112179880616561328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112179880616561328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/07/na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na.html' title='Na na-na-na-na, na-na na-na-na!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112137852996272439</id><published>2005-07-14T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T13:52:09.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm... science-y</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/Emoticons%20and%20Icons/good.gif" alt="nerdy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply to a three-line long comment on something I uploaded to dA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, energy is, like light when it enters our eyes, converted into colours that our brains can understand and process in order to grasp a specific vibration's data (how it affects the body, the mind, etc...). There are lower vibrations like red, orange, green, and tan (then a transitionary colour of magenta), intermediatary colours like green-tan, yellow-tan, brown-tan, and yellow (transitionary colour called lavender) then higher vibrations like blue, violet, indigo, and crystal. These colours (often combinations of many) create our personality which is reflected as colours in the "aura" (or energy field) of a human being. The aura is attached to the brain/mind which is the connection between low energies like atoms, quarks, etc (they appear as particles that make up everything, for example: our bodies). The mind, which is non-physical is part of the brain which is physical... thus the soul or aura/energy field can become part of a complete body by attaching to the non-physical mind. Since the lower vibrations are closest to the atoms and other physical-vibrations, lower-vibrational people tend to be sceptical, physically powerful, thrill-seekers, and/or money makers (to mention only the most general of characteristics). Higher-vibrational people are much closer to high vibrations like emotional energies (evident in Blue's sensitivity) and data-based energies (thoughts create emotions, as does all kinds of knowledge... Indigos pick up on these energy quite easily). For this reason, indigo and crystal children/adults are highly aware and use the "higher-vibrational" parts of the mind that lower-vibrational people don't have immediate access to (not that they can't use those parts, they just don't notice). They are often labelled as psychics, genius, system-busters (think Albert Einstien or a few of the philosophers of ancient Greece).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, I forgot to mention how the body affects the energy field... that's so interesting. Since the mind controls the brain, which controls the body, the vibration (data) of belief or faith becomes an energy that, through the mind/brain, can affect the body's reaction to physical energies. "Mind over matter" is exactly the right meaning... impossible things that violate our view of physics can happen because the extremely powerful vibrations influence less powerful energies that are not normally able to affect eachother so strongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love scientific explanations... *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112137852996272439?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112137852996272439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112137852996272439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112137852996272439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112137852996272439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/07/mmm-science-y.html' title='Mmm... science-y'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112131100102705796</id><published>2005-07-13T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T13:53:27.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WAI~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/Emoticons%20and%20Icons/star.gif" alt="overjoyed"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have MSN messenger now. O___________O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O... M... G!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAI~!!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112131100102705796?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112131100102705796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112131100102705796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112131100102705796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112131100102705796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/07/wai.html' title='WAI~!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112128575527136753</id><published>2005-07-13T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T15:15:55.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdness</title><content type='html'>Things have been weird lately but I suppose that's not surprising with my shift's "2nd anniversary" coming up on the 27th. I keep thinking I hear the phone ringing, especially when listening to music... other times I'll hear someone call my name (or call me with a different name). A couple of times I've been certain that the doorbell rang or someone knocked. Along with that, Kite has been drifting into my mind seemingly out of nowhere... all the characters have, but her in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, my "Learn Japanese OMGSOFAST" book (that's not actually it's name but I think it suits it) is great! I'm just starting to learn about nouns and noun particles. ^____^ I can already count to ten (ichi, ni, san, shi, go, roku, shichi, hachi, ku, juu) WAI!!! I've also got most of the colours, months, and days of the week down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112128575527136753?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112128575527136753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112128575527136753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112128575527136753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112128575527136753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/07/weirdness.html' title='Weirdness'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112121098042221923</id><published>2005-07-12T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T18:29:40.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGBIRFDAY!</title><content type='html'>So, I woke up today at 7:33, spent about five seconds wondering how many days until my birthday, then realized it was... none. I managed to convince my Mom that to fully enjoy my new MP3 player I had to recieve it right away. It has over 400 MB of storage (8 hours worth of music), can record voices, and has access to FM radio. I have 77 songs on it right now and that's only using half of the storage... O_________O;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we went to pick up the cake and on the way home my Mom and I ate all the cherries off the top, leaving only the sticks. Muahaha... I think I had too much icing though. There's still PILES of cake left. Oh, and we had Hawaiian pizza, my all-time favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I opened my other present, which turned out to be a LEARN TEH JAPANESE OMGSOFAST! It even has a English-Romanji (romanized Japanese characters) dictionary. I've been saying "Chotto ushi no kutsu! Chotto!!!" all day, which (I think) means "Wait, cow shoes! Wait!!!" (er, maybe more like "shoes of cow")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My TROGDOR the BURNiNATOR messenger bag will be coming within the next few weeks as will my Dad's present of sciency books galore. That leaves me $30 to spend on manga... though, I may have to wait and see what &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/chaoticskies/"&gt;Ann&lt;/a&gt; got me. O___o; Eh, I'm so spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, all my &lt;s&gt;terribly old and crappy&lt;/s&gt; articles are up on &lt;a href="http://wings-of-glass.deviantart.com/"&gt;dA&lt;/a&gt;. That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112121098042221923?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112121098042221923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112121098042221923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112121098042221923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112121098042221923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/07/omgbirfday.html' title='OMGBIRFDAY!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112087446321888293</id><published>2005-07-08T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T21:05:22.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGWTFLOL!</title><content type='html'>My very first time in the &lt;a href="http://www.forum.immersionunlimited.com"&gt;Immersion Unlimited&lt;/a&gt; chatroom was quite eventful. ^___^ And hilarious. Yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some info so you'll understand the chat log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glass_Wings is me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comprehension (or Compy-chan, as I call him) is our "main contact" in .hack//ARG (alternate reality game). He sometimes comes into the chat to give us important information, clues, riddles, and/or just spy on us with "ComprehensionBot".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Mimiru" and "Sora" (and any others from the shows/games .hack) are merely chatname alterations. Sometimes people change their name to Comprehension just to joke around... and sometimes it's hard to tell who's who. ^__^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;On with the fun!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Glass_Wings] When are we going to have real contact with Compy-chan? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Mimiru kills Comprehension because we haven't seen him for a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[Sora] ^^;&lt;br /&gt;[Mimiru] And it's the weekend now!&lt;br /&gt;[xestrix] XD&lt;br /&gt;[sora] XD&lt;br /&gt;[mimiru] He could ATLEAST tell us how stupid we are&lt;br /&gt;[glass_wings] XD also!&lt;br /&gt;[sora] XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Sora attacks Comprehension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[sora] Member Address?&lt;br /&gt;[james_blond] Well, the very least he could do is give us the Chaos Gate back.&lt;br /&gt;[james_blond] *Audible Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;[sora] Yeah....&lt;br /&gt;[mimiru] Lol&lt;br /&gt;[mimiru] That would be for Nash to work out...&lt;br /&gt;[sora] ^_^+&lt;br /&gt;[james_blond] True, true, and he said it would be back soon...&lt;br /&gt;[mimiru] ```Did someone now pay their monthly fee?'''&lt;br /&gt;[mimiru] *not&lt;br /&gt;[sora] XD&lt;br /&gt;[james_blond] But, DANG IT! JAMES BLOND IS IMPATIENT!&lt;br /&gt;[mimiru] &gt;_&lt; &lt;mimiru&gt;HISUI IS IMPATIENT TOO&lt;br /&gt;[mimiru] !!!!!111!!one!eleventythousand!&lt;br /&gt;[james_blond] I ALSO FREQUENTLY USE CAPS LOCK!!!1!&lt;br /&gt;[mimiru] ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Sora runs around in frantic circles because of impatience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[glass_wings] ROFL&lt;br /&gt;[sora] oo; (Can't really imagine that though...)&lt;br /&gt;[james_blond] Ok, folks! We need to take this battle into our own hands.&lt;br /&gt;[sora] How so...?&lt;br /&gt;[james_blond] Era is being held captive in Castle Comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;[sora] Bombard with email?&lt;br /&gt;[james_blond] WE MUST LAUNCH AN ASSAULT ON THE FORTRESS!&lt;br /&gt;[sora] ^^;&lt;br /&gt;[glass_wings] le GASP!&lt;br /&gt;[xestrix] Comprehension is being held captive by Era now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* James_Blond puts on battle armor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sora] ^^; .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* James_Blond grabs a sword.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sora] ^^; .............&lt;br /&gt;[james_blond] Wait a second. Why am I using a sword? That's just ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;[glass_wings] er... * wonders how to make the text go all purplely...&lt;br /&gt;[glass_wings] &gt;_&lt; * James_Blond drops sword, and grabs a machine gun instead. [sora] &lt;sora&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Sora grab a sig sauer&lt;br /&gt;* James_Blond tells Glass_Wings to use /me&lt;br /&gt;* Glass_Wings like this...?&lt;br /&gt;* Sora goes ::poof!::&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[glass_wings] OOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** Sora is now known as Comprehension&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* James_Blond golf claps for Glass_Wings.&lt;br /&gt;* Glass_Wings bows and grins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[comprehension] Foolish, foolish people... Thinking they can save Era...&lt;br /&gt;[comprehension] oo; (Wait... That guy has a machine gun...)&lt;br /&gt;[james_blond] Oh! Hey!&lt;br /&gt;[james_blond] It's him!&lt;br /&gt;[james_blond] CHARGE!&lt;br /&gt;[glass_wings] We'll never let you win, we'll fight FOREVAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* James_Blond opens fire on Comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;* Glass_Wings finds a big stick and bats Compy-chan on the head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[comprehension] Hahaha... Fools...&lt;br /&gt;[glass_wings] teehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** Comprehension is now known as ComprehensionBot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[comprehensionbot] You will not defeat me... ::dies::&lt;br /&gt;[glass_wings] Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** Xestrix is now known as XesShower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[glass_wings] Oh, if Comprehension could see this...&lt;br /&gt;[comprehensionbot] ^_^&lt;br /&gt;[comprehensionbot] XD That'd be hilarious if he came in right about now...&lt;br /&gt;[glass_wings] lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** Citelle has joined #hackarg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[carrie] ( Citelle ) What did I miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[comprehensionbot] Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[citelle] hello&lt;br /&gt;[james_blond] Hey, we've gotta keep ourselves entertained somehow, right?&lt;br /&gt;[glass_wings] Wait... he probably can see this. O___o; With his spies...&lt;br /&gt;[citelle] Hnil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[comprehensionbot] I bring you news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[citelle] hm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[comprehensionbot] The portal isn't working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[citelle] duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** Citelle has left #hackarg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[comprehensionbot] Comprehension didn't pay his monthly bills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** Citelle has joined #hackarg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[carrie] ( Citelle ) What did I miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[comprehensionbot] Comprehension didn't pay his monthly bills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[citelle] ...&lt;br /&gt;[james_blond] Oh?&lt;br /&gt;[james_blond] I figured it was because he didn't eat his Wheaties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** Hnilmik has joined #hackarg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[carrie] ( Hnilmik ) There's a reason for everything&lt;br /&gt;[citelle] XD&lt;br /&gt;[hnilmik] oo;&lt;br /&gt;[hnilmik] Oro?&lt;br /&gt;[citelle] 0_o&lt;br /&gt;[glass_wings] Maybe he shouldn't have spent all his money on Wheaties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;citelle]&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[comprehensionbot] That is all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** ComprehensionBot has left #hackarg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hnilmik] oo; .......&lt;br /&gt;[citelle] Hnil, that wasn't you??&lt;br /&gt;[hnilmik] Er....&lt;br /&gt;[citelle] Was that actually...&lt;br /&gt;[glass_wings] O__O&lt;br /&gt;[citelle] Comprebot????!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;[hnilmik] Um...&lt;br /&gt;[hnilmik] oo; I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;[citelle] k__o&lt;br /&gt;[hnilmik] Did someone use my name?&lt;br /&gt;[hnilmik] And nicked it?&lt;br /&gt;[citelle] .seen ComprehenionBot&lt;br /&gt;[carrie] I have never seen ComprehenionBot do anything.&lt;br /&gt;[citelle] ...&lt;br /&gt;[hnilmik] Typo&lt;br /&gt;[citelle] .seen ComprehensionBot&lt;br /&gt;[carrie] ComprehensionBot was last seen on July 8 at 07:12pm CDT Leaving the channel #hackarg.&lt;br /&gt;[hnilmik] I don't think those are reliable...&lt;br /&gt;[hnilmik] oo;&lt;br /&gt;[citelle] That was... actually ComprehensionBot????&lt;br /&gt;[glass_wings] oh my...&lt;br /&gt;[citelle] He said hello to me...&lt;br /&gt;[hnilmik] ^^;&lt;br /&gt;[citelle] Well, was it actually CompreBot?!&lt;br /&gt;[citelle] Well?!&lt;br /&gt;[glass_wings] So, he... really didn't pay his monthly bills...? hehheh&lt;br /&gt;[citelle] It was...&lt;br /&gt;[hnilmik] I don't think so... oo;&lt;br /&gt;[hnilmik] IP address...?&lt;br /&gt;[citelle] Mimi, was it actually CompreBot???&lt;br /&gt;[hnilmik] ::blink::&lt;br /&gt;[glass_wings] Well, I'm confused...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** ComprehensionBot has joined #hackarg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[comprehensionbot] Hello again.&lt;br /&gt;[comprehensionbot] I have an important announcement.&lt;br /&gt;[comprehensionbot] I just saved a ton of money on my car insurance by switching to Geico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hnilmik] XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[comprehensionbot] That is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[citelle] XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** ComprehensionBot has quit (Quit: )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[citelle] Yup. fake&lt;br /&gt;[glass_wings] ROFL&lt;br /&gt;[mimiru] XDD&lt;br /&gt;[hnilmik] XDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;[james_blond] LMAO&lt;br /&gt;[citelle] XXXXXXXDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;[james_blond] Oh man, I love this chat room.&lt;br /&gt;[hnilmik] ^_^&lt;br /&gt;[glass_wings] This is the best place on the net!&lt;br /&gt;[james_blond] Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;[james_blond] Ladies and gentlemen, we have found the promised land.&lt;br /&gt;[citelle] XD&lt;br /&gt;[citelle] doodeedoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112087446321888293?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112087446321888293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112087446321888293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112087446321888293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112087446321888293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/07/omgwtflol.html' title='OMGWTFLOL!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112085888905711367</id><published>2005-07-08T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T16:41:29.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mai opineon iz BETTEH den yurs!</title><content type='html'>Doesn't the world have enough experts yet? &gt;____&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;person&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person:&lt;/strong&gt; OMGLOLZ! hows do I no if I iz a gold dolphin cusp-indigo alien-hybrid child!?!!1!? i tawk 2 dust particles and ma eyez chainge colurs wen it floods in hawaii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;That doesn't exist... &gt;_&gt; and--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;expert&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expert: &lt;/strong&gt;WTF!!!!1!?1? I'z a skient... sciem... resercher! Dat meens eye no all and i wrote a book all about crystallized diamond indigo blue-ray children who hav incarnaited on erth as angelic demons with elemental pow3rs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;What does that have to do with--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;person&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person ~&lt;/strong&gt; OMG! I'm wunna thos!!! Dose that m33n I gotta d-liver a 'portant massage about wen da world's gonna blow up!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; What are you--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;expert&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expert:&lt;/strong&gt; Ya...!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &gt;____&lt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person:&lt;/strong&gt; Dun worrie! ........ OMG a daem0n attakked meeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;expert&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expert:&lt;/strong&gt; throw teh sugarcubes @ it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;person&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person:&lt;/strong&gt; Wait, noes! I'm all &lt;s&gt;attention-seeking and pathetic&lt;/s&gt; magikal and stuf. iz ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; *face-desk* gold-dolphin-stupid-whatevers don't exist. Gold energy is too high a vibration to connect to the human brain, also angels can't incarnate on Earth and aliens have never created hyrbids with actual souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person:&lt;/strong&gt; Wow, yur smrt.   : P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expert:&lt;/strong&gt; Naw, mai opineon iz betteh den yur's cuz I am... a resercher n' such!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; God save us... okay, if you have a good argument, I'll--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expert:&lt;/strong&gt; I rote a book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; yes... okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person:&lt;/strong&gt; Mai eyes hurt wen i stair at the screen.. am i phsykick? O___O?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it didn't happen like that... but I do feel better writing that. Don't take it seriously/personally... don't even care anymore. See? Good. ^____^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112085888905711367?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112085888905711367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112085888905711367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112085888905711367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112085888905711367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/07/mai-opineon-iz-betteh-den-yurs.html' title='Mai opineon iz BETTEH den yurs!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112077292632800046</id><published>2005-07-07T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T16:51:11.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sully in many forms?</title><content type='html'>Apparently Sully has a history with my family. Well, black-haired green-eyed men must, at least. My Oma had Leo, my Mom had Jordan, and the pattern continues far back into my family on my Mom's side. My Mom also had a dream at about the same age I did... hm. The weirdness is certainly getting weird&lt;em&gt;er &lt;/em&gt;right when I thought it was as weird as it could get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing: my birthday next Tuesday marks the 3rd anniversary of my Crystalline Shift. It also brings me closer to the earliest point in the Journey series dreams that I know of so far... in the &lt;a href="http://the-one-with-wings.blogspot.com/2005/07/journey-4.html"&gt;4th dream&lt;/a&gt; I am 16 1/2 (this makes me think 7 years, 3 1/2 good 3 1/2 bad because the Journey seems to have begun then). I expect I'll be paranoid six months from now. ^__^;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112077292632800046?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112077292632800046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112077292632800046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112077292632800046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112077292632800046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/07/sully-in-many-forms.html' title='Sully in many forms?'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112074358657979684</id><published>2005-07-07T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T08:39:47.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tried Tarot</title><content type='html'>I rarely use Tarot these days but every time I do I am surprised by it's accuracy. Last night I decided to go through a couple spreads and see what came of it. Before I even began I got some paper and wrote down my questions, all of which are about the Journey Dream... the first was "Who is Kite?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead of writing "who is Kite?" I wrote "You". It didn't register for a few seconds but then I gasped and sat up quickly. There it was, my answer, before I even asked the question. So, I kept asking my contact (Ann knows him) but the answers were quite hard to grasp. He&lt;em&gt; does&lt;/em&gt; have trouble connecting to me... I had a difficult time understanding his replies and concentrating on questions so I went ahead with the Tarot... here is what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is Kite?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           = connected to me&lt;br /&gt;           = part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is Sullivan?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           = someone who has a job to do (seek unconditional love, same as everyone else)&lt;br /&gt;           = sometimes fears are justifiable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is "Ann"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           = someone lost who is ready to be found&lt;br /&gt;           = needs to/will/seeks a away to get out of "artist's block" (spiritual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is "the enemy"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           = moving toward the future with someone&lt;br /&gt;           = something to do with "travelling with help"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the "Matress Mould"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           = connection to knowledge&lt;br /&gt;           = wavering readiness/wavering trust in wisdom blocks it sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the red and yellow sword?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           = instinct, power, protection&lt;br /&gt;           = natural power, natural energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the Journey Dream? What does it represent? Why, how, etc...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           = making a choice &lt;em&gt;(me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           = finding unconditional love &lt;em&gt;(now)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           = beginning of something new &lt;em&gt;(good or bad)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           = using Tarot because I haven't tried the better way &lt;em&gt;(why ask)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           = began with the shift on my 13th birthday &lt;em&gt;(past)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           = requires will and strength of heart; bravery &lt;em&gt;(how to get where it's going)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           = need for nurturing, moving toward unconditional love &lt;em&gt;(where it's going)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           = great knowledge is coming, so it's important to be grounded/ready &lt;em&gt;(what's holding me back)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           = friends will help me see the clues; the big picture and the small details &lt;em&gt;(what helps me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           = fearing the end (of adventure)? &lt;em&gt;(fears and hopes)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           = greate knowledge/wisdom &lt;em&gt;(outcome of everything)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112074358657979684?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112074358657979684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112074358657979684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112074358657979684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112074358657979684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/07/tried-tarot.html' title='Tried Tarot'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112069975830932911</id><published>2005-07-06T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T20:29:18.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just made like a FRILLION (&lt;&lt; new favourite number) cookies! OMG I AM TEH HYPER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, &lt;a href="http://www.vinnieveritas.com"&gt;VINNIE VERITAS&lt;/a&gt; RAWKS! In fact, he is so much of teh cool that it is actually appropriate to spell "rocks" that way. *nod* I love Paplotte... ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another other note, .hack//fragmented_twilight is getting difficult. Blogspot is our friend though, as we are now in search of "Testimony", AKA, the Preacher's daughter. She knew Cora and Andrew and now we need her help. Through Comprehension0 we've gathered that we need to take her username (Testimony) and add "a couple of proper pronouns" and "change the ending" a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That gives us only a few choices... Testimony can become testify, testifies, or testimonies. All the pronouns I can think of are you (your), I (my), him (his), her (hers), we/us (our), they (their). Only "I" is a proper pronoun &lt;em&gt;unless&lt;/em&gt; you think about the only entity that would have capitalized pronouns; God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only three combinations turned up with an actual site but none seem relevent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ourtestimonies.blogspot.com/"&gt;ourtestimonies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mytestimonies.blogspot.com/"&gt;mytestimonies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mytestimony.blogspot.com/"&gt;mytestimony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest don't even exist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theirtestimonies.blogspot.com/"&gt;theirtestimonies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hertestimonies.blogspot.com/"&gt;hertestimonies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://histestimonies.blogspot.com/"&gt;histestimonies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yourtestimonies.blogspot.com/"&gt;yourtestimonies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ourtestimony.blogspot.com/"&gt;ourtestimony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theirtestimony.blogspot.com/"&gt;theirtestimony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hertestimony.blogspot.com/"&gt;hertestimony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://histestimony.blogspot.com/"&gt;histestimony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yourtestimony.blogspot.com/"&gt;yourtestimony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itestify.blogspot.com/"&gt;Itestify&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtestify.blogspot.com/"&gt;youtestify&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wetestify.blogspot.com/"&gt;wetestify&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shetestify.blogspot.com/"&gt;shetestify&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hetestify.blogspot.com/"&gt;hetestify&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theytestify.blogspot.com/"&gt;theytestify&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hetestifies.blogspot.com/"&gt;hetestifies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shetestifies.blogspot.com/"&gt;shetestifies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ittestifies.blogspot.com/"&gt;ittestifies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112069975830932911?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112069975830932911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112069975830932911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112069975830932911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112069975830932911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-just-made-like-frillion-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112044304057079484</id><published>2005-07-03T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T21:10:40.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must live in a town full of complete morons. You know how I came to this conclusion? There are fireworks being set off tonight (probably by &lt;s&gt;idiots&lt;/s&gt; teens) of all nights! There was nothing on July 1st (night of, morning of, or any &lt;em&gt;of&lt;/em&gt; at all) which I thought was weird. And now, tonight...? It's not the 4th of July yet... I mean, if they wanted to buy some fireworks and set them off dengerously close to the elementry school couldn't they have at least done it on Canada day!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do they not have access to calenders these idiots also seem to not know where the hell they are. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh my annoyance with this is gone already. There's no point in grumbling about it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112044304057079484?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112044304057079484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112044304057079484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112044304057079484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112044304057079484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-must-live-in-town-full-of-complete.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112035669840803960</id><published>2005-07-02T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T21:11:38.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Ocean</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling kind of guilty lately... I no longer have a source of fear, anger, or even general disdain. My greatest fear had always been dying young but that no longer scares me; Anger is virtually impossible now, I just can't find any; and even the things that once annoyed me no longer have the same affect. I have no true sadness that is my own. And why? I'm still just as self-centered as ever, why should I be the one without struggle? Is it unfair or am I really just as deserving? Oh, so many questions that I know I can answer... I'm just to tired to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused too. I'm uncertain how to live as if I weren't waiting for 'my moment'. It's hard to look forward to a normal life... I may have to toss my disbelief in reincarnation just to feel real again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come a long way from that frightened little girl who wished to have hooves rather than feet... I've changed so much that I don't even think about that simpler time. The more complicated the better, it seems... I just need something that doesn't seem so monochrome. No, I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; it - I can live without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is this ocean going anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112035669840803960?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112035669840803960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112035669840803960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112035669840803960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112035669840803960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-ocean.html' title='This Ocean'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112025869651755148</id><published>2005-07-01T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T17:58:16.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where, damn you!!!???</title><content type='html'>A random question inspired by a fanfiction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE THE HELL IS THE &lt;strong&gt;TOP&lt;/strong&gt; OF MALAYSIA!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O______________o;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112025869651755148?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112025869651755148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112025869651755148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112025869651755148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112025869651755148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/07/where-damn-you.html' title='Where, damn you!!!???'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112016825136680987</id><published>2005-06-30T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T16:50:51.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O______O</title><content type='html'>Eeeeeeeeee! Jack Spicer has the best quotes ever! *pitches a spaz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I lied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omi:&lt;em&gt; (to Jack after he pinned him to the ground) I demand you spill your internal organs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Jack:&lt;em&gt; WHAT KIND OF SICK PEOPLE ARE YOU!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Raimundo:&lt;em&gt; Um... I think he means 'spill your guts'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...what? Everyone's gotta have a weird obsession!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112016825136680987?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112016825136680987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112016825136680987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112016825136680987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112016825136680987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/06/oo.html' title='O______O'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112009071857808068</id><published>2005-06-29T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T19:18:38.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>Wow, got this from Steph. Really hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl: Slow down. I'm scared.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy: No, this is fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl: No it's not. Please, it's too scary!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy: Then tell me you love me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl: *hugs him*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy: Can you take off my helmet and put it on yourself? It's bugging me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(In the paper the next day): A motorcycle had crashed into a tree because of brake failure. Two people on were on it, but only one survived.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The truth was that half way down the road, the guy had realized his brakes had gone out, but he didn't want to let the girl to know. Instead, he had her tell him she loved him and felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live, even though it meant he would die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112009071857808068?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112009071857808068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112009071857808068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112009071857808068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112009071857808068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/06/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112007276543728058</id><published>2005-06-29T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T14:19:25.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teehee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogsurvey.media.mit.edu/request"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" alt="Take the MIT Weblog Survey" src="http://blogsurvey.media.mit.edu/images/survey-statistic.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112007276543728058?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112007276543728058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112007276543728058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112007276543728058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112007276543728058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/06/teehee.html' title='Teehee!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-112006312420007439</id><published>2005-06-28T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T13:01:05.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hush and be still young one!</title><content type='html'>It still hasn't really sunk in that I won't be going back to school in another couple of days. It feels like March break but next September I'll be in grade eleven. Luckily I don't believe I'll be returning to Alberta before then so I probably have the rest of highschool here in Ontario. Which rocks. ^__^ I've updated &lt;a href="http://www.the-one-with-wings.blogspot.com"&gt;my dream journal&lt;/a&gt; with more weirdness and the profile page now has an explanation of The Journey series... I'm trying to understand it better. The more I think about it, the more often I'll have it, I hope. In the mean time, lyrics without music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen, oh listen,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Child of the Frost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for I have a tale for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will embark on a perillous quest,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the end of which may never come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and be still young one,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the light dims in Winter!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will always be near&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;though the darkness consumes the light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold close to your dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and never forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what you see may not always be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't stray the path;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll lose your way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A choice can be made but once.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-112006312420007439?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/112006312420007439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=112006312420007439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112006312420007439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/112006312420007439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/06/hush-and-be-still-young-one.html' title='Hush and be still young one!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111961185449880175</id><published>2005-06-24T06:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T06:17:34.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rethinking it</title><content type='html'>I've been too impatient. I must do as I would if I weren't expecting anything and still be ready. I'm only afraid that it won't happen if I'm not waiting... but that's stupid. It will be more likely to come if I don't try to anticipate the moment. I just don't want to end up stuck in a regular life... but I shouldn't - can't rush anything that I have no control over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost like lying to the world though. It shouldn't feel so bad; I do it all the time. I let them think it's going to be sunshine and butterflies from now on... because it's what they want. It's not that I don't want it for the Earth (I do think it sounds boring), I just know it's not going to be like that for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while. I don't want to be 90 years old when it comes either... I want to be able to help in every way possible. I'd like to be the one who's ready and willing to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random thought: if the lowest become the most high and the highest become small, then the most noble would place themself high in this world to allow the low in this world to be high. But then, if they did it to become the highest, would it be the same? Hm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111961185449880175?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111961185449880175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111961185449880175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111961185449880175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111961185449880175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/06/rethinking-it.html' title='Rethinking it'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111945486136213208</id><published>2005-06-22T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T10:41:01.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>OMG! Math exam = over and done with until next year! After I got out (about two minutes before eleven o'clock) I was shaking so bad that Katie had to hold my lunch... but now it's over, I'm free! Friday is my last exam - history - but I seriously doubt it's going to be worse  than this one was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Ann: have you started your exams yet? I tried calling but the phone never &lt;em&gt;rang&lt;/em&gt;... must be my stupid machine again! *grumble* Anyway, I'm not sure when to call you now because I'm sure I'll end up interupting your studying or something. Eh... I won't be studying so... call me? ^_^; We just have bad luck in terms of phones...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111945486136213208?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111945486136213208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111945486136213208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111945486136213208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111945486136213208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/06/yay.html' title='YAY!!!!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111896382124288811</id><published>2005-06-16T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T18:17:01.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRR!</title><content type='html'>I think I've found the CD-RW of &lt;em&gt;SATAN&lt;/em&gt;! It doesn't play without skipping, my diskman/cd player no longer recognize it, and it won't even copy to or from my computer! What's weirder is that it's less than a week old and doesn't have any scratches at all. What a piece of crap...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111896382124288811?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111896382124288811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111896382124288811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111896382124288811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111896382124288811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/06/grrr.html' title='GRRR!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111884187180726225</id><published>2005-06-15T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T08:24:31.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Server's down</title><content type='html'>Well the school's server is down. I can't access anything at all, excluding the internet, and it's impossible to save my work without losing data. It's a pain but at least it gives me time to update and study... I can't believe it's already wednesday. Only a few more days until I have to come in and write those exams. I'm only really worried about my math exam but I only need to understand it once more before it sticks long enough to get me through this year. Uhg... I really wish I didn't have to do those tests... I hate exams so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also not finished my Photoshop project in CommTech... which I should probably start on. Tomorrow. Riiiight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111884187180726225?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111884187180726225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111884187180726225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111884187180726225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111884187180726225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/06/servers-down.html' title='Server&apos;s down'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111880485360456673</id><published>2005-06-14T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T22:07:33.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New layout - again</title><content type='html'>Welcome to tOWW version 4.9 000 000 000... well, maybe not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; many zeros, but certainly a large number. I change my blog so often it's hard to keep track... good thing I've only moved hosts three times (&lt;a href="http://www.caleida.com/users/crystalone/"&gt;Caleida&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/crystal_one/"&gt;Livejournal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://glasswings.modblog.com/"&gt;Modblog&lt;/a&gt;, here). I think Blogger will be my final server; it allows for so much control that I can make a great layout - like this one! Though, that top bar is pretty annoying sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough complaining... it's the last week of school, I'm going to need sleep if I hope to pass those exams next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111880485360456673?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111880485360456673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111880485360456673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111880485360456673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111880485360456673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-layout-again.html' title='New layout - again'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111875806356904457</id><published>2005-06-14T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T09:07:43.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In CommTech, again</title><content type='html'>ARGH! I'm so sick of trying to make Photoshop 5.5 work for me on these stupid school computers... mornic excuse for an editting program. *grumblegrumble* Ijust want today to hurry up and &lt;em&gt;end&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially with those idiots sitting across from me; "huh-huh-huh" - that's them laughing, I should point out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this ass-faced computer's ass-faced keyboard's stupid-ass space-bar WON'T-EFFING-WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;O_&lt;&lt;/span&gt; *twitch*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111875806356904457?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111875806356904457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111875806356904457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111875806356904457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111875806356904457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-commtech-again.html' title='In CommTech, again'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111869828190673585</id><published>2005-06-13T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T16:31:21.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>This morning as I was walking to my bus stop I passed by a little girl about three or four years old. I recognized her vibration and connection to the grid to be like my own. She paused a moment, halting her mother as well, and peered at me with huge brown eyes and a look that said, "I remember you from the Grid." She waved and I did too and we returned to our conscious missions. It is encouraging to know that new kids are starting to fill up this place... I've worked as hard as I can help prepare it for a shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm almost finished, maybe just a month left, then I may have to leave. "Back to Alberta," Mom says, "we have to get out of this God-forsaken province." She's right, I do miss being able to see the mountains whenever I look west and clean air would certainly be a plus. I'm already looking at the University of Calgary as an option. If I do end up going back West, then it'll happen before September. Unless something happens that would require me to stay and help the others. I know I've said it many times before but I have a feeling that this time it could happen. I don't really want it to, in a kind of empathic way; I'll be leaving so many people behind, people who have shaped my life and made me who I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, math class today was a disaster. I'm only still living because Josh wasn't in (apparently he was "mouthing off some guy's girlfriend" and it landed him on the ground with a face swollen to the size of a cantalope and as purple as grape juice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking of going back and rewriting my unfinished novel Beyond Forgotten from the chapter where it started speeding up too much. I really miss working at it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm still looking for the perfect blogskin for this place. My dream blog, The One With Wings, is perfected, I believe, but this one still needs something... I'll keep searching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111869828190673585?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111869828190673585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111869828190673585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111869828190673585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111869828190673585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/06/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111858196853519986</id><published>2005-06-12T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T08:13:52.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your socks are severely rocked</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, I rock your socks and they know it! I just discovered BlogSkins.com and now my layout is so kick ass. SQUEE! All I need to do now if figure out the html and I can change anything I want... muahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 Blogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111858196853519986?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111858196853519986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111858196853519986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111858196853519986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111858196853519986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/06/your-socks-are-severely-rocked.html' title='Your socks are severely rocked'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111854390061126180</id><published>2005-06-11T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T08:38:33.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring update</title><content type='html'>Almost the end of the school year. I've been playing a .hack ARG (Alternate Reality Game)... which is fun. I changed up my blog with HTML-goodess, as you can see. I hate how it stretches the page (especially for your 800x600 peoples) but I'll figure out how to move the sidebar to below the picture sooner or later. Not that any of the stuff in there is useful anyway. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111854390061126180?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111854390061126180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111854390061126180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111854390061126180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111854390061126180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/06/boring-update.html' title='Boring update'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111849091420225061</id><published>2005-06-11T06:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T19:00:54.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I had this before?</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to have Deja-vu more and more often. It's no longer a feeling that I've been somewhere or done something before... it's a complex memory with sound and undeniable discrepencies in my own thoughts. Sometimes I feel like I'm completely reliving a moment, only I can remember that last time this moment took place I also experienced a feeling of Deja-vu. Deja-vu within Deja-vu, or something like that. and then, like a dream, the feeling iscompletely gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111849091420225061?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111849091420225061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111849091420225061&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111849091420225061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111849091420225061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/06/have-i-had-this-before.html' title='Have I had this before?'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111810239956508342</id><published>2005-06-06T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T18:59:59.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia! O_&lt;</title><content type='html'>Steph seemed more than eager to be rid of me when the bell rang to indicate the end of lunch. I'm not sure if it's just my suspicious (self-centered) side, but I really do hope that nothing is being planned behind my back. *fake glare* Especially involving a certain &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; person, whom I would really dislike seeing embarrassed by a certain group of people. *glare glare glare* But I'm probably just being paranoid. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there are only two weeks of school left and we &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; have not begun any preperations for exams! Not only am I not sure what is on any of my exams, I'm not even sure how much each will be weighed. That annoys/scares the shit out of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, life is good. I'm not sure how it happened but I acquired a positive attitude somewhere. (OMGWTF!? O_O) I think I could feel happy with rabid jackrabbits nibbling at my elbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, no... I don't know what that means... 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O_&lt;'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111792630217337269</id><published>2005-06-04T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T16:14:11.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good GOD, this is long!</title><content type='html'>This is a very long quiz-tpye object. Click the full post button below to waste time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------DESCRIBE------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- YOUR HERITAGE: Irish (druidic), Scotish, Dutch, French&lt;br /&gt;-- THE SHOES YOU WORE TODAY: tan-coloured sandles&lt;br /&gt;-- YOUR EYES: one seems more green than blue today...&lt;br /&gt;-- YOUR WEAKNESS: Attention *nods*&lt;br /&gt;-- YOUR FEARS: Pain, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;-- ONE THING YOU'D LIKE TO ACHIEVE: Nobel Prize. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------STATISTICS------------- -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- NAME: Laurel Anne Chaisson&lt;br /&gt;-- ALIAS: GlassWings (Glass_Wings, Wings of Glass), Crystal One, Laurel_Indigo&lt;br /&gt;-- BIRTHDATE: July 12th&lt;br /&gt;-- BIRTHPLACE: Halifax, Nova Scotia&lt;br /&gt;-- BIRTHTIME: 9:52 am&lt;br /&gt;-- ANGEL: Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;-- BIRTHSTONE: Ruby&lt;br /&gt;--ZODIAC: Cancer&lt;br /&gt;-- YEAR: 1989&lt;br /&gt;-- PET CATS: Spooky, Mew, Willow&lt;br /&gt;-- PET DOGS: Weaver&lt;br /&gt;-- OTHER: bunch o' fish, two budies, flock of pigeons.&lt;br /&gt;-- ACREAGE OF YARD: er, not even one.&lt;br /&gt;--BEDROOMS: Three&lt;br /&gt;-- BATHROOMS: Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------WHAT IS------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- YOUR THOUGHTS FIRST WAKING UP: "Today's going to be great."&lt;br /&gt;-- THE FIRST FEATURE YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX: Smile&lt;br /&gt;-- YOUR BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE: My, uh... neck? O_o&lt;br /&gt;-- YOUR BEDTIME: Whenever the hell I want. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;-- FREEDOM: Yes please.&lt;br /&gt;-- YOUR GREATEST ACCOMPLISHMENT: Er, "proving" that time is non-linear.&lt;br /&gt;-- YOUR MOST MISSED MEMORY: I forget. (bwahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------YOU PREFER------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- PEPSI OR COKE: Neither&lt;br /&gt;-- MCDONALD'S OR BURGER KING: Ew...&lt;br /&gt;-- SINGLE OR GROUP DATES: I guess it depends. I think I'd perfer group.&lt;br /&gt;-- ADIDAS OR NIKE: Hell, how would I know?&lt;br /&gt;-- CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;-- CAPPUCCINO OR COFFEE: Neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------DO YOU------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- SMOKE: No&lt;br /&gt;-- CUSS: not if I think it will make those around uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;-- TAKE A SHOWER EVERYDAY: every second day, unless I wake up to late.&lt;br /&gt;-- HAVE A CRUSH(ES): yes&lt;br /&gt;-- WANT TO GO TO COLLEGE: No, university&lt;br /&gt;-- LIKE HIGH SCHOOL: yes, quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;-- WANT TO GET MARRIED: hopefully someday&lt;br /&gt;-- TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS: Nah, I cheated in typing class...&lt;br /&gt;-- GET MOTION SICKNESS: Never&lt;br /&gt;-- THINK YOU'RE ATTRACTIVE: Yeah, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;-- THINK YOU'RE A HEALTH FREAK: With everything but excersize... 'cause I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;-- GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS: Yep&lt;br /&gt;-- LIKE THUNDERSTORMS: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;-- PLAY AN INSTRUMENT: Yes; flute (badly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------IN THE PAST MONTH DID/HAVE YOU--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- DRANK ALCOHOL: Nope, never&lt;br /&gt;-- SMOKE(D): nope&lt;br /&gt;-- DONE A DRUG: No, never&lt;br /&gt;-- MADE OUT: Never have.&lt;br /&gt;-- GO ON A DATE: See above.&lt;br /&gt;-- GONE TO THE MALL: Yes&lt;br /&gt;-- BEEN ON STAGE: Performing? No.&lt;br /&gt;-- BEEN DUMPED: No.&lt;br /&gt;-- GONE SKATING: Nope&lt;br /&gt;-- MADE HOMEMADE COOKIES: Yes&lt;br /&gt;-- DYED YOUR HAIR: Never have&lt;br /&gt;-- STOLEN ANYTHING: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------HAVE YOU EVER------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- FLOWN ON A PLANE: Yes&lt;br /&gt;-- MISSED SCHOOL BECAUSE IT WAS RAINING?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;-- TOLD A GUY/GIRL THAT YOU LIKED THEM?: Eh, no. I'm a complete whimp.&lt;br /&gt;-- CRIED DURING A MOVIE?: I don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;-- EVER THOUGHT AN ANIMATED CHARACTER WAS HOT: Oh yes! ^o^&lt;br /&gt;-- HAD AN IMAGINARY FRIEND: I had a lot.&lt;br /&gt;-- BEEN ON STAGE?: A few times.&lt;br /&gt;-- CUT YOUR HAIR: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;-- HAD CRUSH ON A TEACHER?: No!&lt;br /&gt;-- PLAYED A GAME THAT REQUIRED REMOVAL OF CLOTHING?: Hahaha! No...&lt;br /&gt;-- BEEN TRASHED OR EXTREMELY INTOXICATED: Nah, I don't drink.&lt;br /&gt;-- BEEN CAUGHT "DOING SOMETHING": O_o&lt;br /&gt;-- BEEN CALLED A TEASE: Not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;-- GOTTEN BEATEN UP?: No...&lt;br /&gt;-- BEEN IN A FIGHT: Once, in like... kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;-- SHOPLIFTED: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------THE FUTURE------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- AGE YOU HOPE TO BE MARRIED: By 30 at least&lt;br /&gt;-- NUMBERS AND NAMES OF CHILDREN: one or three (I may adopt)... Kes (f), Sullivan (m), Caleb (m). Though, it wouldn't only be up to me.&lt;br /&gt;-- DESCRIBE YOUR DREAM WEDDING: Eh, something simple.&lt;br /&gt;-- HOW DO YOU WANT TO DIE?: With the knowledge that I lived life how I hoped I would.&lt;br /&gt;-- WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?:Theoretical Cosmologist&lt;br /&gt;-- WHAT COUNTRY WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT?: Anywhere in Europe... or Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------OPPOSITE/SAME SEX------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- BEST EYE COLOR: Green&lt;br /&gt;-- BEST HAIR COLOR: Black&lt;br /&gt;-- SHORT OR LONG HAIR: Short (though, I really do like hair that flips up at the ends... heh... ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;-- BEST HEIGHT: Smaller than me! (Sadly, that means I can only find a dwarf - I'm only 4 feet tall.)&lt;br /&gt;-- BEST WEIGHT: A healthy weight for body type&lt;br /&gt;-- BEST FIRST DATE LOCATION: Er... a park - at night.&lt;br /&gt;-- BEST FIRST KISS LOCATION: I don't think I'd be paying attention to my surroundings. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------NUMBER OF-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- NUMBER OF BOYFRIENDS/GIRLFRIENDS YOU'VE HAD: 2 (though the first one, I can't remember if I imagined it or not! Hah...)&lt;br /&gt;-- NUMBER OF KISSES YOU'VE GIVEN: romantically; 0.&lt;br /&gt;-- NUMBER OF DRUGS TAKEN ILLEGALLY: 0&lt;br /&gt;-- NUMBER OF PEOPLE I COULD TRUST WITH MY LIFE: at least 3&lt;br /&gt;-- NUMBER OF PIERCINGS: 0&lt;br /&gt;-- NUMBER OF TATTOOS: 0&lt;br /&gt;-- NUMBER OF TIMES MY NAME HAS APPEARED IN THE NEWSPAPER?: I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;-- NUMBER OF SCARS ON MY BODY: A couple&lt;br /&gt;-- NUMBER OF THINGS IN MY PAST THAT I REGRET: A few things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------FAVORITES---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- SHAMPOO: Doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;-- FAV COLOR: Orange and Indigo together.&lt;br /&gt;-- DAY/NIGHT: Night&lt;br /&gt;-- SUMMER/WINTER: Summer&lt;br /&gt;-- LACE OR SATIN: Satin&lt;br /&gt;-- FAVE CARTOON CHARACTER: Syaoran (Card Captor Sakura) or Ron (Kim Possible)... or maybe Miroku (InuYasha) or Edward (Cowboy Bebop)&lt;br /&gt;-- FAVE FOOD: Oranges&lt;br /&gt;-- FAVE MOVIES: What the Bleep do we Know!?&lt;br /&gt;-- FAVE SPORT: Chess? ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------RIGHT NOW------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- WEARING: Olive-green cargo pants, orange T-shirt, Walk For Miracles Bracelet&lt;br /&gt;-- DRINKING: nothing&lt;br /&gt;-- THINKING ABOUT: What to write here.&lt;br /&gt;-- LISTENING TO: Cloud 9 by Maaya Sakamoto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------IN THE LAST 24 HRS------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- WORN JEANS: Nope&lt;br /&gt;-- MET SOMEONE NEW ONLINE: No&lt;br /&gt;-- DONE LAUNDRY: Nope&lt;br /&gt;-- DROVE A CAR: Haven't got me license&lt;br /&gt;-- TALKED ON THE PHONE: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------DO YOU BELIEVE IN--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- YOURSELF: Yep&lt;br /&gt;-- YOUR FRIENDS: Of course.&lt;br /&gt;-- SANTA CLAUS: Not anymore&lt;br /&gt;-- TOOTH FAIRY: " "&lt;br /&gt;-- DESTINY/FATE: Yes&lt;br /&gt;-- ANGELS: Certainly&lt;br /&gt;-- GHOSTS: They're merely imprints of the body on a different layer of existance&lt;br /&gt;-- UFOs: There isn't enough conclusive proof yet, but I believe in the possibility&lt;br /&gt;-- GOD: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------FRIENDS AND LIFE------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- DO YOU EVER WISH YOU HAD ANOTHER NAME?: Not really...&lt;br /&gt;-- DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND?: No&lt;br /&gt;-- DO YOU LIKE ANYONE?: No, I just hate EVERYONE. &gt;_&gt; (sarcasm aside, yes)&lt;br /&gt;-- WHICH ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS ACTS THE MOST LIKE YOU: Ann... we seem to altername in our psychological patterns!&lt;br /&gt;-- WHO HAVE YOU KNOWN THE LONGEST OF YOUR FRIENDS?: Ann&lt;br /&gt;-- ARE YOU CLOSE TO ANY FAMILY MEMBER?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;-- WHO DO YOU HANG AROUND THE MOST?: Liz, Jeremy, and Steph.&lt;br /&gt;-- WHEN HAVE YOU CRIED THE MOST: When I first started having bad panic attacks&lt;br /&gt;-- WHAT'S THE BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD?: Completeness&lt;br /&gt;-- WHAT'S THE WORST FEELING?: Realizing ahead of time that something bad will happen and not being able to change it.&lt;br /&gt;-- WHAT TIME IS IT NOW?: 8:28 pm (I had to save this as a draft and finish it later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------CURRENT-------------- -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- CURRENT MOOD: calm&lt;br /&gt;-- CURRENT MUSIC: Random Japanese music (at the moment; Green Bird from Yoko Kanno)&lt;br /&gt;-- CURRENT TASTE: French Toast Crunch&lt;br /&gt;-- CURRENT HAIR: Down, as usual&lt;br /&gt;-- CURRENT ANNOYANCE: The floor in this room is uneven.&lt;br /&gt;-- CURRENT SMELL: Fresh cut grass&lt;br /&gt;-- CURRENT THING I OUGHT TO BE DOING: Studying for exams&lt;br /&gt;-- CURRENT WINDOWS OPEN: CNE message board&lt;br /&gt;-- CURRENT DESKTOP PICTURE: Haibane Renmei&lt;br /&gt;-- CURRENT BOOK: The Universe in a Nutshell - Illustrated (Steven Hawking)&lt;br /&gt;-- CURRENT JOB: n/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------DO I/HAVE I EVER----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- HAVE A DREAM THAT KEEPS COMING BACK?: Yes, but it's different each time ("The Journey" in &lt;a href="http://the-one-with-wings.blogspot.com/"&gt;The One With Wings&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;-- REMEMBER YOUR FIRST LOVE?: Yep, Alan Cambel (spelling is off, I think)&lt;br /&gt;-- STILL LOVE HIM/HER: I don't know, I haven't seen him since grade three.&lt;br /&gt;-- READ THE NEWSPAPER?: Whenever I see it just lying around&lt;br /&gt;-- BELIEVE IT'S POSSIBLE TO REMAIN FAITHFUL FOREVER?: Certainly&lt;br /&gt;-- CONSIDER YOURSELF TOLERANT OF OTHERS?: yes, though I show annoyance when I feel it needs to be known&lt;br /&gt;-- CONSIDER LOVE A MISTAKE?: Of course not&lt;br /&gt;-- LIKE THE TASTE OF ALCOHOL?: I wouldn't know&lt;br /&gt;-- HAVE A FAVORITE CANDY?: Fuzzy Peaches&lt;br /&gt;-- DO WELL IN SCHOOL?: Yep&lt;br /&gt;-- WEAR HATS?: I wear one of those bucket hats... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;-- CLOSE FRIENDS?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;-- WISH ON STARS?: One of 'em sometimes&lt;br /&gt;-- LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?: I only print&lt;br /&gt;-- CARE ABOUT LOOKS?: No, unless it directly affects my health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------LOVE AND STUFF----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- GAY? STRAIGHT? BI? NULL?: Straight&lt;br /&gt;-- FIRST CRUSH: Alan Cambel (already stated &gt;_&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;-- EVER BEEN IN A THING CALLED LOVE?: Er, I don't know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;-- DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?: Yeah, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;-- DO YOU BELIEVE IN "THE ONE?": Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............ARE YOU A..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- WUSS: In most cases, yes... but I can show my warrior spirit in some pretty difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;-- DRUGGY: &gt;_&gt; Nooo...&lt;br /&gt;-- DAYDREAMER: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;-- FREAK: heh, yeppers! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;-- DORK: Not really, I'm more of a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;-- BITCH/ASSHOLE: Hopefully not&lt;br /&gt;-- BRAT: Nah&lt;br /&gt;-- SARCASTIC: NOOOO,what kind of person would I be then!? *eye roll*&lt;br /&gt;-- SHY: In some situations&lt;br /&gt;-- TALKATIVE: Often&lt;br /&gt;-- ADVENTUROUS: Completely! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;-- JOKER: Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................LAST (THANK GOD)...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- LAST BOOK YOU READ: Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy (OMG, so funneh!)&lt;br /&gt;-- LAST MOVIE YOU SAW: Er... well... "Kim Possible: A Sitch in Time". Hey, it was on!&lt;br /&gt;-- LAST GAME YOU PLAYED: Kirby: Nightmare in Dreamland!&lt;br /&gt;-- LAST THING YOU HAD TO DRINK: Water&lt;br /&gt;-- LAST TIME YOU SHOWERED: Two days ago because I woke up too late Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111792630217337269?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111792630217337269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111792630217337269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111792630217337269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111792630217337269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/06/good-god-this-is-long.html' title='Good GOD, this is long!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111776050466368330</id><published>2005-06-02T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T16:14:34.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Article Finished</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is just an article I finished. I'm really quite proud of it so I decided to post it here... the below works for just about &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; by the way. Click the full post button below to read it. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Know if You are Indigo or Crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;By Laurel Chaisson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have received many, many questions about all kinds of topics throughout my years on Earth so far. Everything from, “what is the meaning of life?” to “how come the toast always falls butter-side down?” I have always answered these inquiries to the best of my ability, often passing the concept through my “Inner Library” a few times before doing so, just to be sure. Usually once I answer a question, I don’t have to do it again but there is one I have been considering ever since I first heard it. Since then I have seen it numerous times and it is obvious that this question will probably never be completely gone. I do hope, though, that the answer will return to being common knowledge as it was in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The question is “how do I know if I am a higher-vibrational person?” There are several variations, of course, such as; “how do I know if I am/my child is indigo/crystal/etc?” It appears in almost every message board or chat room at least once because we all have the underlying need to grow toward our fully awakened form. But, for this ever-repeating question, I have a correction to make:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don’t ask, “How do I know if I am indigo/crystal?” because that will get you nowhere. There are hundreds of characteristic-lists that apparently outline our thought patterns and physical features. Books, websites, and people are just filled to the brim with theories on what makes us tick! It’s ironic that they’ve never actually experienced what it is they have dedicated their lives to. How can someone possibly understand something without becoming it first? What psychologists, psychics, parents, and teachers see is our outside - what we allow you to see without you asking us to show you more. What we expected was that you would immediately request that we explain ourselves but for some reason this is not the case. Perhaps it is our age or (for indigos) our sometimes extreme bluntness, but the fact is that you don’t talk to us enough. Instead studies are done or parents are asked to tell our story… but you have to hear it from us because we have been analyzing ourselves ever since we first came here; it’s our job!So that’s what I’m doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The question you should be asking is “how can I be indigo/crystal right now?” Don’t forget that energy is very different from matter; it can be influenced by a mere thought! Did you know that even now your brain cell pathways are changing? Just by me writing this and you reading it, the connections between your individual cells are shifting. The more you read, the more differently your electrical brain signals can move… and if something so subtle can completely alter your mind without you knowing it, then why is it so strange to think that awareness of your actions and reactions can change your vibrational level&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now that you know it’s possible, it’s time to take action. There are just a few steps for you to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step one:&lt;/strong&gt; when you are faced with a situation - any situation at all - take the time to ask yourself, “If I were called to be indigo/crystal right now, how would I respond?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step Two:&lt;/strong&gt; act accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step Three:&lt;/strong&gt; Repeat steps one and two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey, you’re done! Now wasn’t that simple? I bet you’re surprised… most people place us so high on a pedestal that they think it’s no longer possible to reach us way up there. But we’ve been saying it all along… if you want to be like us then you’d better start acting like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111776050466368330?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111776050466368330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111776050466368330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111776050466368330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111776050466368330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/06/article-finished.html' title='Article Finished'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111737657480191588</id><published>2005-05-29T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T09:22:54.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freakily gameness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vqintertainment.com/dnilegacy"&gt;&lt;img height="61" src="http://www.vqintertainment.com/dbanner.gif" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! FRIGGIN' SWEET! I spent like an hour and a half doing this... but it has great music and 'tis fun... hee ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111737657480191588?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111737657480191588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111737657480191588&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111737657480191588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111737657480191588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/05/freakily-gameness.html' title='Freakily gameness!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111732848854141287</id><published>2005-05-28T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T20:01:28.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reconnection - meh...</title><content type='html'>Reconnecting - or rather, realizing -  my attachment to the grid has been a little stressful. I apologise if I've seemed overly in need of attention in the past few weeks. Indigo, being the stronger energy of mine, had to be put to use in places where it would surely be magnified; strengthening cords and all that. Instead of magnification I had expected depletion so I planned a "storage" of energy. Well, I didn't need it. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm rebalancing myself now that the cards are all easier to catch sight of... it's really working well too. My link-siblings know alot more than I could have geussed. Tomorrow's a rise of energy by the way - intuition's gonna boom across the planet. It shouldn't be that noticeable... most won't even realize and even those expecting might not get anything of importance. Great though, I'm glad to know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No return of the Journey yet but I'm keeping a lucid watch on all my dreams. I'm always so aware from an outside place in my dreams that I can always catch myself holding onto memories... hopefully I'll grab the right one next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111732848854141287?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111732848854141287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111732848854141287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111732848854141287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111732848854141287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/05/reconnection-meh.html' title='Reconnection - meh...'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111705244949686160</id><published>2005-05-25T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T15:23:05.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I caught you a delicious bass...</title><content type='html'>Today we had the student council elections and, of course, that, means speeches! This years speeches were particularily great because... SOMEONE DID THE NAPOLEON DYNAMITE DANCE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyone who's brave enough to actually learn and/or perform such a feat is worthy of my vote... despite the fact that I have no idea what their campaign was all about. Jeez, I'm easily won over by cheap theatrics. But who cares, it was Napoleon! GAWD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/napoleon"&gt;And here's the greatest thing ever.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111705244949686160?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111705244949686160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111705244949686160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111705244949686160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111705244949686160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-caught-you-delicious-bass.html' title='I caught you a delicious bass...'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111703810636480669</id><published>2005-05-25T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T11:21:46.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGWTFEXAMZ!</title><content type='html'>OMG! I just realized how little time I actually have to study this year. &gt;_&lt; All time must be put toward studying - who needs sleep, food, or oxygen? Not me when I have to study for exams. WTF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111703810636480669?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111703810636480669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111703810636480669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111703810636480669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111703810636480669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/05/omgwtfexamz.html' title='OMGWTFEXAMZ!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111685310124766336</id><published>2005-05-23T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T07:58:43.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>^_________^</title><content type='html'>Now it is such a bizarrely impossible coincidence that anything so mind-bogglingly useful could have evolved purely by chance that some thinkers have chosen to see it as a final and clinching proof of the nonexistence of God. The arguement goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;"I refuse to prove that I exist," says God, "for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing."&lt;br /&gt;"But," say Man, "the Babel fish is a dead giveaway, isn't it? It could not have evolved by chance. It proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don't. QED."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh dear," says God, "I hadn't though of that" and promply vanishes in a puff of logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You barbarians! I'll sue the council for every penny it's got! I'l have you hung, drawn, and quartered! And whipped! And boiled...until...until...until you've had enough. And then I will do it again! And when I've finished I will take all the little bits, and I will JUMP on them! And I will carry on jumping on them until I get blisters, or I can think of anything even more unpleasant to do...&lt;br /&gt;~ Arthur Dent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, or rather one of the problems, for there are many, a sizable number of which are continually clogging up the civil, commercial, and criminal courts in all areas of the Galaxy, and especially, where possible, the more corrupt ones, this. The previous sentence makes sense. That is not the problem. This is: Change. Read it through again and you'll get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;3&gt; Douglas Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111685310124766336?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111685310124766336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111685310124766336&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111685310124766336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111685310124766336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title='^_________^'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111680604840484540</id><published>2005-05-22T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T18:54:08.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Journey</title><content type='html'>I know it's time to go but I'm kneeling in front of a girl with black hair who sits on the floor of my sister's room. I'm anxious because she seems upset and I worry for her safety. "It's gone." She breathes, sounding pained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I inhale sharply, alarmed, and whisper, "The baby? You lost it?" She nods slowly and suddenly I am overwhelmed by emotion. I remember wondering whether or not my tears are real and end up deciding they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl stands, saying, "It's time to go." I know it is inevitable so I walk to my room, momentarily passes the office and peering in to where a man sits. I can't recall his appearance but I that remember he was working on some strange gadget. (Outside the dream, my mind considered it's use but I don't remember it's final thought on this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't leave here..." I say almost jokingly to the villian in the office. The seperated part of me is wondering why I am leaving an enemy in my own home while I leave. What possible reason could I have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wouldn't dream of it." He says, not looking up from the object he fiddles with. This is good enough for me and the dream me trusts him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move into my room where the dark-haired girl pulls my matress off my bed. I try to help her, feeling a little worried about her condition, but she shrugs me off. "If I'm going with you, I'm going to have to get over it" I pause, nodding reluctantly, and glance at my matress. It has a clear mould-like indent of myself on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We should just leave it here." I say. It's so heavy and bulky that I wouldn't want to bring it on such a long and important journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, we'll need it afterwards." The girl says, "To take you home." It's logical, so I give in. Finally ready to leave, I grasp the hilt of a large cutlass-shaped red and yellow sword and walk out the door. Time slows and I emerge from the dream feeling confused, yet knowing the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The girl =&lt;/strong&gt; she is my age (I'm a little older than I am now) and has almost elbow-length black hair. Her eyes are dark as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her unborn child =&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not sure if this was figurative or literal... in the dream it may have been both. The girl had been injured in a previous encounter with something and this had apparently harmed her baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My emotion =&lt;/strong&gt; in the dream we are very good friends and I am anguished to hear about her loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The enemy =&lt;/strong&gt; a villian, but not a particularily dangerous one. In the dream actually compared him to "Drakken" of Kim Possible, but only in personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The gadget =&lt;/strong&gt; to me it looks like a piece of the inside of a computer. About a one square foot large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The matress-mould =&lt;/strong&gt; I have no idea. I see myself for a moment in this mould, but it seemed more of a joke than real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sword =&lt;/strong&gt; The sword is designed to look slightly like it were made from fire. I am to use it to protect myself and my companions (who consist of one other boy, whom I do not see in this dream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;General thoughts =&lt;/strong&gt; very vivid. I can remember everything about it, excluding some of the other events in the dream. It reminded me immediately after I woke up about the other "going on a journey" dreams. This was not the beginning of the journey, however, it seemed to be just a stop a long the way. I also know that it's the same journey as in all of the others because it contains the same characters... the boy who was not mentioned is the dark-haired, green-eyed one from all the others and the black-haired girl had been in a few others as well. I may actually &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; the girl in real life, but I can't be sure because it was a few years in the future and I couldn't see her face. In another dream, the freezing one, I saw partly from her eyes and partly from my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a related note, Ann, when can I call you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111680604840484540?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111680604840484540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111680604840484540&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111680604840484540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111680604840484540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/05/another-journey.html' title='Another Journey'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111671362072638016</id><published>2005-05-21T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T17:19:21.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trolls (sorry, Trollz) make a comeback... er, I think...</title><content type='html'>Remember Trolls, those naked, androgynous, pink-haired toys that many of us spent half our lives fearing? Well, they’re back but this time there’s no nudity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Trolls have become popular, teenaged girls called Trollz (notice the clever change between an S and a Z, making the name ten times more hip). The five “trollz” include (and I am not making these up) Amythest Van Der Troll, the popular one; Onyx Von Trollenberg, the goth; Ruby Trollman, the brat; Sapphire Trollzawa, the smart one; and Topaz Trollhopper, the &lt;s&gt;moron&lt;/s&gt; “fashionista”. All day in Trollzopolis they cast spells with their “spell phones” (ah ha… haa…), shop for &lt;em&gt;gellin’&lt;/em&gt; fashions, and talk about boys. Oh, and apparently boys can’t do magic because… “girls rule and boys drool”. Alabaster, Coal, Flint, Rock, and Jasper (the only one without a physically impossible hairstyle) don’t appear to have last names but we know that if they did it would have “troll” in there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention they have pets? I’m sure those are dogs but the hair just confuses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on... the bad guys; these consist of five senior citizens (one of them being the main character's grandmother), a teacher, a hairstylist, and a cheerleader. Oh, and don’t forget the nine-year old, their arch enemy. The fact that his name is Simon doesn’t help any. I don't think I've ever seen so many pathetic villians in one show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, like Barbie, the Trollz have blogs. What they talk about, I’ve yet to discover but I know it will be just as dense as their “IM chat transcripts” with which you can do a mad lib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a classic example of stupid ideas being made into even stupider ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/TOWW/troll.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trollz.com"&gt;OBEY THE TROLLS… OBEY!&lt;/a&gt; My Username is OMGWTFLEMONS if you want to "Spell Phone" me... which I assume is text messaging of some sort. O_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111671362072638016?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111671362072638016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111671362072638016&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111671362072638016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111671362072638016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/05/trolls-sorry-trollz-make-comeback-er-i.html' title='Trolls (sorry, Trollz) make a comeback... er, I think...'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111664820877914347</id><published>2005-05-20T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T23:03:28.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like an itch you can't scratch</title><content type='html'>Old habits are giving me trouble. I dislike the direction my thoughts are taking these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111664820877914347?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111664820877914347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111664820877914347&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111664820877914347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111664820877914347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/05/like-itch-you-cant-scratch.html' title='Like an itch you can&apos;t scratch'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111636733307337164</id><published>2005-05-17T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T17:02:13.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yak yak, blah blah blah!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's only tuesday... I feel like it's been three weeks in the past two days. It's unfortunate that I have to get at least six hour sleep each night because when the sun finally goes down it's as if someone told the world to shut up for a second and there's some calm for once. But meh, for a stressful two days, I've done okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now no longer listen to &lt;a href="http://gendou.com/amusic/?PHPSESSID=daf7d2e631cf547ec23d88356e64680b&amp;filter=kaze+ni+naru&amp;amp;match=0"&gt;Kaze ni Naru&lt;/a&gt; with a straight face. Jeremy and Alisha (Ha... Ali&lt;em&gt;sh&lt;/em&gt;a!), much to the concern of the rest of us, spent the morning pretending to sing - which was particularily difficult, seeing as the song is Japanese - and laughing until their faces were red. Whenever I hear that song all I can see is Jeremy suffocating and strumming an air-ukelele! It brightened my bad mood, that's for sure. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Transfarmers, rednecks dressed as girls."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times, good times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111636733307337164?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111636733307337164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111636733307337164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111636733307337164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111636733307337164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/05/yak-yak-blah-blah-blah.html' title='Yak yak, blah blah blah!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111624946555578978</id><published>2005-05-16T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T08:17:45.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A better way to speak the message</title><content type='html'>I recieved a reply from Donna Virtue about the indigo documentary... she wants to interview me. As a spokesperson for mylink-siblings, I hope that I can get my message across. I already know how to say it; what would you do if you were indigo right now? Or, in the case of those who are already indigo; what would you do if you were called to be indigo right now. It is a much simpler form of the emissary of light question. I would use crystal, butI feel like there are fewer misconceptions about indigos now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what &lt;em&gt;would&lt;/em&gt; you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111624946555578978?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111624946555578978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111624946555578978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111624946555578978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111624946555578978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/05/better-way-to-speak-message.html' title='A better way to speak the message'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111610837918426005</id><published>2005-05-14T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T17:06:19.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a blips on the KoI</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Just some info for an article I haven't yet started.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment you are accessing the Knowledge of Infinity, you just stick to the parts you know best; memory, common sense, natural talents, etc. Ever wonder why you only use 10% of your brain? It's because you haven't explored the other sections... sure, maybe you peaked in a book or two at the very edges near the lobby, but you haven't really delved. Some people just don't feel interested, others are too afraid to leave the logic section! Sometimes there are those that haven't even realized there is anything else in the K.o.I.! But wherever you are, whatever has kept you from leaving the well-read areas of this metaphorical library, always remember that they're not secrets and only you can stop yourself from looking around a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people wonder what is actually in the KoI. To answer that I say, everything that has ever been thought, said, done, and/or written down along with the things that are not even possible, or have yet to happen, been forgotten, and/or never been true in the first place. As you can see, the Knowledge of Infinity is quite an accurate name; there is no ending to what can be found in the library. In fact, it actually contains everything found in regular earthly libraries with bonuses including (but certainly not limited to) the author's original thoughts and inner ideas on his/her work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111610837918426005?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111610837918426005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111610837918426005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111610837918426005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111610837918426005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-blips-on-koi.html' title='Just a blips on the KoI'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111603773517318830</id><published>2005-05-13T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T21:28:55.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a bad feeling</title><content type='html'>There's something just not right about &lt;a href="http://www.doreenvirtue.com"&gt;Doreen Virtue&lt;/a&gt;. I'm not quite sure what it is, but I know I don't like it. If it were anyone else I would merely think her another wanna-be psychic, but Doreen Virtue is the main speaker on higher-vibrational (indigo, crystal, blue, violet) children. She is our unelected representative... and she's strangely unnerving. Well, I've already emailed about the indigo documentary so maybe I'll be able to set her straight. Hopefully. &gt;_&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111603773517318830?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111603773517318830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111603773517318830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111603773517318830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111603773517318830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-bad-feeling.html' title='Just a bad feeling'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111591335794517162</id><published>2005-05-12T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T10:55:57.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Basically a rant</title><content type='html'>Well, I have no music on my computer anymore. In fact, I now only have eighteen good mp3s altogether. It's troubling, because music is my only &lt;em&gt;healthy&lt;/em&gt; emotional release. Don't mind me if I seem less awake in the next month or two; it's probably just energy I haven't had the time to release. I'm exhausted and I know I look it, but it would be useless to actually care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm not as private a person as most people assume. I may seem quiet, shy, and timid but that is certainly not true. I am quiet because I await a moment in which I feel a question has been asked that I am required - not by society, but by my mission here on Earth - to answer. My opinion is normally seen as abnormal and so I offer it openly and honestly only when the knowledge is needed at the time. My seemingly nervous or shy personality comes from the fact that I do not speak in front of a class well. I cannot absorb the amount and diversity of energy that reaches me when so many are concentrating on me. This being a crystalline trait, when indigo feels the need to get a point across I change dramatically. Purpose is what drives me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having difficulty balancing here right now. I know I can't tip too far on either side but the middle point is hard to find. It doesn't help that indigo is weighted down by my psychological tendencies. &gt;_&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111591335794517162?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111591335794517162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111591335794517162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111591335794517162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111591335794517162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/05/basically-rant.html' title='Basically a rant'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111585250271115806</id><published>2005-05-11T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T18:01:42.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better not contain crap this time</title><content type='html'>In reponse to a previous entry, &lt;a href="http://www.emissaryoflight.com/_.aspx?content=Indigo_Journey"&gt;THE INDIGO DOCUMENTARY&lt;/a&gt; (James Twyman and Doreen Virtue) IS COMING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111585250271115806?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111585250271115806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111585250271115806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111585250271115806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111585250271115806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/05/better-not-contain-crap-this-time.html' title='Better not contain crap this time'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111556288587183795</id><published>2005-05-08T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T09:37:23.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O_o</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ruaware.org"&gt;Aw2re&lt;/a&gt; is starting to &lt;em&gt;freak me out&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111556288587183795?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111556288587183795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111556288587183795&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111556288587183795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111556288587183795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/05/oo.html' title='O_o'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111552121456207154</id><published>2005-05-07T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T22:00:14.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Chapters! (er, eventually...)</title><content type='html'>Another addition to my list of books I still need to read: Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events. I just saw the movie and I was impressed - certainly more so than any other used-to-be-a-novel's... though, I suppose I haven't read any of his work yet. But, if I am this pleased wth the story by just seeing the movie, I know I will likely love the written version! Especially now that I will have a visual of the characters. ^_^ I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111552121456207154?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111552121456207154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111552121456207154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111552121456207154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111552121456207154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/05/off-to-chapters-er-eventually.html' title='Off to Chapters! (er, eventually...)'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111543240173648393</id><published>2005-05-06T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T21:26:31.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Indigo the Movie, my ass!</title><content type='html'>I just saw &lt;a href="http://www.indigothemovie.com/"&gt;Indigo - the Movie&lt;/a&gt; and I can't say I'm pleased. We worked for years - a decade or more - to accomplish what we have now. In some areas we gained acceptance and trust while others are still getting there, but at least we knew we were heading soemwhere good. But now the people the indigos thought had been aware have been wavered. This movie complicates things and I don't think they even stopped to think about us before they shook the universe with unusually skewed views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first half had little, if nothing to do with indigo children. It was long and boring with a lot of scenes of drawings and/or a car driving. Finally Grace - the apparent indigo - makes her appearance by immediately showing her "I'm so much more aware than you are" attitude and usage of psychic connections through the grid (I'll touch on this later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; HEIGHT: 144px" height="144" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/TOWW/indigogrumblemumble.bmp" width="198" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;The movie continues much the same from then on; Grace reveals things to her environment-hating Grandfather - who eventually learns and forgives, of course - and they freak out some teenagers in a cabin in the woods. Same predictable stuff over and over, with some stuff about the grid mentioned every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the grid: nope, we're not all so good at it, and in fact, it's rarely words or even communication with pictures. It's feelings, people, and meanings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was it badly written; the acting annoyed me every time someone spoke. But since that has nothing to do with my rant, I'll forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really ticks me off is the fact that they seem to have completely ignored us while making this movie. Whatever happened to research? Would you write a biography about a living person without actually talking to them? Just imagine that person when they actually read it... that's me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, there isn't a single bad review on the &lt;a href="http://www.indigothemovie.com/feedback.html"&gt;feedback page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111543240173648393?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111543240173648393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111543240173648393&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111543240173648393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111543240173648393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/05/indigo-movie-my-ass.html' title='Indigo the Movie, my ass!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111533600011847898</id><published>2005-05-05T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T18:36:51.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGWTF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/TOWW/upload1.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/TOWW/upload2.gif" align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I almost fell off my chair when I saw &lt;a href="http://www.childrenofthenewearth.com"&gt;Children of the New Earth's homepage&lt;/a&gt; today. I seriously thought that it was something to do with &lt;a href="http://www.ruaware.org/"&gt;Aw2re&lt;/a&gt;. O_o Needless to say, it would be much more fun if that were the case! I suppose it's a hacker instead. How lame is that, eh? They hack a website and all they acomplish is pasting a badly photoshopped image over the homepage. &gt;_&gt; Ha, Aw2re's stuff is better than this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the text wrap? I know, I am teh r0xx0rz for finally figuring out how to do it. Now my prowess in HTML is exceeded only by my intelligence. *cough cough* Okay, enough mindless bragging... I've certainly reached my daily quota. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111533600011847898?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111533600011847898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111533600011847898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111533600011847898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111533600011847898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/05/omgwtf.html' title='OMGWTF!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111521201297064851</id><published>2005-05-04T08:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T08:06:52.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ruaware.org"&gt;Aware II&lt;/a&gt; has begun and I'm already left behind a little. If I had the time and equipmentI would be on 24/7 so I wouldn't miss a single thing... also, I'd be on chat. &gt;_&gt; But I guess I'll just keep jumping into &lt;a href="http://www.immersionunlimited.com"&gt;Immersion Unlimited&lt;/a&gt; whenever I get an idea. Maybe when summer vacation comes along I'll grab ahold of a random ARG and immerse myself as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my Grandfather's WWII stuff a few days ago, I'm going to bring it into my history class. It's pretty interesting. ^_^ They all had nicnames, so I don't know who half the peopel are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111521201297064851?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111521201297064851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111521201297064851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111521201297064851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111521201297064851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/05/aware-ii-but-i-guess-ill-just-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111496490721632511</id><published>2005-05-01T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T11:28:27.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For my own entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/paranoid.html"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizoid.html"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizotypal.html"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/antisocial.html"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/borderline.html"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/histrionic.html"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990099;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/narcissistic.html"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/avoidant.html"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/dependent.html"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/ocd.html"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990099;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Personality Disorder Test&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html"&gt;Personality Disorder Information&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds exactly like me. I often fear that I unconsciously seek attention so I may place myself higher than those around me. In the past I have cut myself down in order to combat this unhealthy indigo trait, usually through obsessive behaviors such as repeating thoughts or fixing the objects around to adjust the order of energy around me. Actually, I still do that. Meh, interesting nonetheless. At least I did't get schizotypical this time! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111496490721632511?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111496490721632511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111496490721632511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111496490721632511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111496490721632511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/05/for-my-own-entertainment.html' title='For my own entertainment'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111491555885352378</id><published>2005-04-30T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T21:45:58.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, okay...</title><content type='html'>Time for the generic I-have-absolutely-nothing-relevent-to-write-about-but-I-will-try-and-entertain-you-by-using-far-more-dashes-than-humanly-possible-in-one-word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; lasted long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm gonna go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111491555885352378?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111491555885352378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111491555885352378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111491555885352378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111491555885352378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/04/yeah-okay.html' title='Yeah, okay...'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111486990837410843</id><published>2005-04-30T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T09:05:08.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Indigos experience death</title><content type='html'>I can't believe this happened only last month. I really must watch the news more often... normally I wouldn't be interested in the bad news that seems too prevelent, but the fact that it involved a five year-old indigo child makes me pause a little longer on the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news-journalonline.com/special/murdersuicide/032905call.htm"&gt;Read it Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if you really want to understand the five year old in this story, &lt;a href="http://www.news-journalonline.com/special/murdersuicide/032905transcript.htm"&gt;read the transcript or listen to the audio clips&lt;/a&gt; of her 911 call. When I listened, I could feel the amount of energy it took her to merely continue breathing. It's sad that she had to witness this, but her choice was hers before she had even been born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a paypal acount or a credit card, you can &lt;a href="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr"&gt;donate to the family&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111486990837410843?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111486990837410843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111486990837410843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111486990837410843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111486990837410843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/04/when-indigos-experience-death.html' title='When Indigos experience death'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111473885741419658</id><published>2005-04-28T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T20:40:57.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few thoughts...</title><content type='html'>You know, materialism sucks and all... but six dollar chocolate bars the size of your keyboard &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; better than cheap ones. And apparently, they're from France! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today turned out to be like most every day - tiring in all aspects, mentally, physically, and emotionally. I do have a certain someone who, with an almost constant bombardment of energy, managed to brighten up my day a litte despite the fact it had a slightly unnatural feeling to it. My empathy was amazingly active today... I immediatly knew about the people merely entering the room. I couldn't concentrate at all in religion class; a classmate whom I call a friend, though I have only recently seen her that way, seemed to be... I don't know. It's not that I can understand... or perhaps... no, I don't like to think about it that way. It's just surprising, I guess... even with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, David Blaine kicks total ass. Here's some proof: &lt;a href="http://media.tlc.discovery.com/convergence/magic/videogallery.html?msn=tlc_magic"&gt;Click the beer can one for weirdness...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111473885741419658?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111473885741419658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111473885741419658&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111473885741419658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111473885741419658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/04/few-thoughts.html' title='A few thoughts...'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111464257967699430</id><published>2005-04-27T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T17:56:19.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For all you Fanfiction... fans... O_o... er...</title><content type='html'>You know it's a bad idea to read a non-parody/humour story when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A gypsy's spell is the key.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The main character has spontaneously decided to become a goth/punk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The main character has spontaneously developed a crush on his/her most hated enemy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is no puctuation WHATSOEVER.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Characters between which no relationship has been implied/hinted at suddenly become madly in love. (this is especially disturbing when said characters are of the same gender &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; do not make sense in any possible form or fashion)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The author is too lazy and/or too illiterate to spell out simple words correctly (for example: u, r, 4, bcuz, 2, l8er)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To express emotions, the author uses text emoticons. (for example: :) :( &gt;:( B) 8))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The author has forgotten to utilize the shift key.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Characters frequently use 'chatspeak' in regular conversation (for example: lol, rofl, omg, wtf)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The main character (or any supporting character, which is worse) has been transported - magically - to Hogwarts and has informed that he/she is a wizard. (note: this is at least ten times more moronic if Hagrid says, "You're a wizard, so-and-so!") (another note: if Harry is actually IN the story, award ten points. Rebuke them if he says less than ten words.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111464257967699430?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111464257967699430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111464257967699430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111464257967699430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111464257967699430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/04/for-all-you-fanfiction-fans-oo-er.html' title='For all you Fanfiction... fans... O_o... er...'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111447128601340231</id><published>2005-04-25T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T18:21:26.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY RANT ahead, read at your own risk (of insanity)</title><content type='html'>OMG! I ate so many raisins I just HAD to write about in my blog! Like, an entire bag full of dried-up grapes!!!!1!!!ELeVEn!!11!! And now, I'm so hyper! *shifty look* EVEN MORE HYPER THAN BEFORE! I know what you're thinking, "No Laurel, 'tis not possible! Stop hitting me with dried fish!" BUT you wouldn't take the roller coaster, now would you!? WOULD YOU!? *hyperventilates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem... brain, we have a problem. The calculations were flawed. I seems that yellow energy + naturally sugar-fied raisins = CRAZiNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm okay, this'll wear off. Eventually. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am SO going to read some mushy fanfiction now! And guess what, it's DISNEY CARTOONS! Muahahahahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111447128601340231?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111447128601340231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111447128601340231&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111447128601340231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111447128601340231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/04/crazy-rant-ahead-read-at-your-own-risk.html' title='CRAZY RANT ahead, read at your own risk (of insanity)'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111437288566615267</id><published>2005-04-24T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T15:01:25.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought or two</title><content type='html'>Darkness carries no balance because darkness is not it's own form of energy, as light can be considered. Darkness is merely the absense of illumination and therefore only exists when light is out of balance. People tend to think that darkness balances light and vice versa, but that is not the case... it's far too unstable; light overpowers shadow, which has no affect on it's counterpart. True balance is accomplished when all forms of light (splintered into 'colours', as seen by human eyes) are perfectly equal... that is why crystal children have clear auras with many reflections of colour. When each colour finds it's facet, awakening occurs and balance is achieved. The rainbow children are not a new vibration - they are merely fully awakened crystals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(on a completely different note, meant for a completely different person: I have so much magnified energy now I'm starting to run out of places to store it. No worries though, I'm sure tomorrow will be filled with overly happy people!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111437288566615267?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111437288566615267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111437288566615267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111437288566615267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111437288566615267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-thought-or-two.html' title='Just a thought or two'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111428084688684769</id><published>2005-04-23T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T13:27:26.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me = pathetic</title><content type='html'>I think I intimidate the opposite sex... seriously, I think I freak them out. I mean, I'm beyond weird, I'm a know-it-all, and I regularily speak my mind (not that anyone would understand what comes out of &lt;em&gt;there.&lt;/em&gt;) I suppose I don't really give the impression of being interested... I rarely attend dances or dress like a slut or even bother to find make-up to put on in the morning. Heh... but I suppose that's not so bad; I dislike the music, I hate revealing clothing, and make-up just takes to long to put on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you're probably wondering, "why do you care about this?" Well feck you... and to answer your implied question, WBS (week before syndrome). So get over it. &gt;_&gt; Anyway, on with my self-pity-fest... just because I'm indigo, doesn't mean I can't be a teenager sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, I guess I just wonder whether or not there is a someone out there for myself. Uhg, I've been watching too many mush-movies. Eh, consider this pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111428084688684769?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111428084688684769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111428084688684769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111428084688684769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111428084688684769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/04/me-pathetic.html' title='Me = pathetic'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111417555829729496</id><published>2005-04-22T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T08:12:38.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm grounded from the computer at home. I'm not sure how long it will be, but I know it doesn't matter. I made the right choice and in doing so I have taken a step toward being fully awakened. It feels great. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a half-day; four short classes all before 11:30 AM. I figured there was no point in tryingto take pictures today so we're waiting until monday afternoon. There's nothing much else to report, so....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111417555829729496?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111417555829729496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111417555829729496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111417555829729496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111417555829729496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/04/becoming.html' title='Becoming'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111411730972141613</id><published>2005-04-21T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T16:01:49.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Report cards are in!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Class&lt;/strong&gt; ................ &lt;strong&gt;My Mark&lt;/strong&gt; ..... &lt;strong&gt;Class Average&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History .................... &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;84%&lt;/span&gt; .................... 75%&lt;br /&gt;Religion ................... &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt; .................... 79%&lt;br /&gt;Math ........................ &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt; .................... 62%&lt;br /&gt;ComTech ................. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;72%&lt;/span&gt; .................... 75%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average ................... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;77%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111411730972141613?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111411730972141613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111411730972141613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111411730972141613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111411730972141613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/04/report-cards-are-in.html' title='Report cards are in!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111408013171349211</id><published>2005-04-21T05:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T05:42:11.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an indigo rant</title><content type='html'>The so-called rainbow children are not an entirely new and different vibration... they are fully awakened crystal children. &lt;strong&gt;Doreen Virtue&lt;/strong&gt;, please, please, please talk to us! For your own sake and the sake of those children still seeking acceptance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stop with the stupid ten-point lists... they're not correct and it annoys me to think we could be summed up in such a short little space. Leave the analysing up to us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111408013171349211?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111408013171349211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111408013171349211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111408013171349211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111408013171349211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-indigo-rant.html' title='Just an indigo rant'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111402964826054687</id><published>2005-04-20T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T15:40:48.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Purely Speculation</title><content type='html'>Today religion class brought me a little more information about what may be. The new Pope, Benedict XVI, elected just yesterday, picked his name in honour of Pope Benedict XV who brought the people of the world together after the war.  Normally the name a Pope picks is for a specific reason, perhapt to carry on that previous leader's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is purely paranoid speculation, but when signs begin to come together in such a way I must consider all possibilities. The next big "comng together" of the nations of the world will be under the reign of ten 'kings' who will gradually be eliminated (I think) by a single leader, whom I call the False One. Could Benedictus be the Pope to bring us into that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh... or I could be wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111402964826054687?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111402964826054687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111402964826054687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111402964826054687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111402964826054687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/04/purely-speculation.html' title='Purely Speculation'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111399450061873407</id><published>2005-04-20T05:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T05:55:00.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Count down</title><content type='html'>Exams may seem far away but in actuality I only have about two months to study. That feels suddenly very short. I think this year I'm going to start planning much ealier, and in a way I prepared myself from the beginning. Many of my notes are colour coded (or started out that way) and I found this great website: The Amazing Flashcard Machine. It allows you to create flashcards that you either print off or use online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's almost the end of the year. Next year - grade eleven - is packed full of math and science, not to mention psychology and philosophy. If only I could have fit Ancient History in there! Mr. Hendry teaches that and from the experience of this year, anything he teaches will be the greatest class in all of existance. The day I graduate I am buying him a Sir. John A. MacDonald action figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahg... school startes soon. At least we're taking pictures today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111399450061873407?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111399450061873407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111399450061873407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111399450061873407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111399450061873407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/04/count-down.html' title='Count down'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111395748484674675</id><published>2005-04-19T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T19:38:04.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New article for CNE magazine finished already!</title><content type='html'>I finished another article; The Seven Stages of Awareness. I'm particularily proud of this one - it really makes sense. I can't wait until it is published in Children of the New Earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I am going to be able to write an indigo book at all... I'm feeling a little doubtful. Everytime I try to explain something is comes out too "sciencey", which probably wouldn't appeal to my presumed audience. These are parents and teachers not physicists! I guess I'll just let it flow however it goes though... I'm only 15, I have lots of time to write a book explaining my life and the lives of all indigo and crystal children. I'll stick to articles for now - I'm really on a roll with 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of age, I'll soon need to get a job. I only have three more years of highschool until I plan to go to university. FOR TEN YEARS, which sounds like a lot but I want to get my PhD in theoretical physics/cosmology... or psychology/neurology... or crpytology/archeology... heh, who isn't prepared, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111395748484674675?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111395748484674675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111395748484674675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111395748484674675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111395748484674675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-article-for-cne-magazine-finished.html' title='New article for CNE magazine finished already!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111392622844633178</id><published>2005-04-19T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T10:57:08.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Muahahaha!</title><content type='html'>We finally got ahold of the cameras today in ComTech. I took some really great pictures... they looked good when I took the shots, at least, I don't know how they'll turn out. I apparently have a thing for signs and weird angles. I have one of every sign I could find in the school; fire lane - no parking, exit, danger - high voltage (that one is especially good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to scan them and stick them in my deviantART when I develop them in the darkroom. Hopefully I won't end up dropping them into a vat of acid or something... oh wait, that's the chemistry room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is obviously malfuctioning from lack of food... I'm going to the cafeteria before I start flipping out and EATING people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111392622844633178?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111392622844633178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111392622844633178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111392622844633178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111392622844633178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/04/muahahaha.html' title='Muahahaha!'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111390840780210307</id><published>2005-04-19T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T06:00:07.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School stuff and a rant</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking of joining the Keeping Ourselves Safe team. Yes, it does sound lame, but the idea is good. It will give me the official position to help others and they'll know to come to me if they need it. Plus I recieve training and new information I can use anyway. Good deal, so I'll try to join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midterms are given out on Friday - or maybe thursday - and for once, I don't think I'm all that worried about it. I'm really achieving in math now and the only class that really bores me now is religion, which it shoudn't. Nomally I love religion... well, questioning it, at least. But lately I've felt reluctant to do so or even to start any discussions! I feel as if I'm visiting someone else's home and it wouldn't be polite to start arguing about their decorating while sitting down to dinner. It makes the teacher feel uncomfortable and it bothers the regular students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez, there was once a time when I could care less who I bothered. There were things that needed to be adressed, like truth, through seperate opinions. I'm not Catholic or Christian, but I do have some ideas about God that I wish I could voice but for some reason I've taken on this strange new quality. I don't tell others about my own beliefs unless I feel another opinion is needed immediately or unless someone has asked me specifically. Sounds like an okay idea, only no one cares to know or has the courage to enquire about my spiritual beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, rant aside I feel that today is going to be okay. I don't have any homework to catch up on or tests to study for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be going to student services today about Gilbert's "hitlist". There is no point in taking a chance with such a serious possibility. I'll have to go first thing this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of school, it's already seven o'clock and I still haven't gotten my uniform out of the drawer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111390840780210307?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111390840780210307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111390840780210307&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111390840780210307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111390840780210307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/04/school-stuff-and-rant.html' title='School stuff and a rant'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111386334601510948</id><published>2005-04-18T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T17:29:06.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awareness in many forms</title><content type='html'>Gilbert's hitlist - that's what they called it. The idea of it worries me and I wouldn't be surprised either. He has reason to be angry or hateful in his own little patch of mistaken awareness. And the way the boys joked about it sickened me - they don't want to realise that it could very well be their undoing. It's scary though, I hope I'm not on it. I'll go to a teacher tomorrow, there's no point in taking any chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more humourous note: the fact that the graffiti on the bus was crooked today AND is bothered me enough to want to move it shows that I am way to OCD for my own good. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ruaware.org"&gt;Aware II&lt;/a&gt; starts sometime before the end of the month. I'm really excited about playing this time. It'll be my very first ARG! If only I could become more immersed in the story and recieve phone calls and packages and all that truly interesting stuff! Imagine it... to have a cryptograph right in my hands, just waiting to be solved! I can't contain my joy at having signed up this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.childrenofthenewearth.com"&gt;CNE&lt;/a&gt; is expanding and this time publishing my characteristics list on indigo children. Finally that ten-point mini-list will have an enemy - and a better one at that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of CNE, I should be checking the message board right about now. I've got a fanclub waiting (justing kidding! ^_^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111386334601510948?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111386334601510948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111386334601510948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111386334601510948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111386334601510948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/04/awareness-in-many-forms.html' title='Awareness in many forms'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111382958843682153</id><published>2005-04-18T08:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T08:06:28.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is my first official post at blogger. I've moved here from Modblog because blogger allows more control over the html of the page. I really like the clean, simple layout and the easiness of the program. I think I will enjoy it here, more than even Modblog's larger settings panel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm currently sitting in Communications technology wondering what I'm supposed to be working on. I passed the pre-photography test last friday and now I suppose we wait until Mr. McPail hands us a camera and tosses us into the course outline. I'm not angry with him anymore - the class is meant to be independant. I just wish I had more warning of the due date on these bigger projects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Satyrday night something very strange happened. I was sitting on my bed when suddenly I stood up and look down at my backpack which was sitting on the ground across the room. The zipper pull was moving back and forth without influence from wind or anything else. It was just... swaying back and forth and it didn't seem to be slowing. It went on for an hour or more, I'm not sure really, but I know I didn't dream it because I wrote an entry in my journal to remind myself. Completely bizare, because I hadn't moved my bag since I dropped it there Friday afternoon. Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111382958843682153?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111382958843682153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111382958843682153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111382958843682153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111382958843682153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/04/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12226627.post-111369831123636806</id><published>2005-04-16T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T19:38:31.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Testing, testing... 1...2...3...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12226627-111369831123636806?l=the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/feeds/111369831123636806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12226627&amp;postID=111369831123636806&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111369831123636806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12226627/posts/default/111369831123636806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-one-without-wings.blogspot.com/2005/04/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>Laurel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17878737314030901759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/GlassWings/RakkaM.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
