<?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-4641426251963253286</id><updated>2011-10-11T07:04:10.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Worlds Collide</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045302603178995778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/TGObr34dh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyktL527IbQ/S220/036.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641426251963253286.post-489409849743510975</id><published>2011-02-13T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T18:10:53.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Yo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for the title? Because I have a lot of questions about people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like why are they such douchebags? Do they take joy in making other peoples lives miserable? Do they like to make others feel angry and mad? All of these questions because my Dad decided that, even though we have like four other televisions in the house, he had to watch channels go by on the one that I was watching. He could've gone into any other room and watched channels go by, but NOOOO he had to be a mega-douche and yell at me to get me off of the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another question is why are people so hipocritical? The reason I am asking this one is because a friend I've known since grade six decided to turn to me and ask "Why are you in here? Is it because ____ is in here?" in a very she-has-more-friends-then-you-so-fuck-off tone. Yet the next day I'm scanning my facebook and lo and behold! Douchebag #2 is going to the same fucking school next year as _____! Not only that but she is going into the same program! This wouldn't be such a big deal if...oh I don't know? The school that _____ is going to wasn't one that you had to get an appliaction acception and have A-A+ grades. Douchebag #2 wasn't even interested in going to that school untill _____ said that her parents were making her go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER question is why do people seek fucking attention? I mean really. Don't go and pretend to be a fucking emo kid and act fucking bi-polar! There is a difference between real problems and 'real' problems. I mean if your friends walk away in a group, you don't just fucking stand there! Go with them, they aren't going to expect you to stand there staring at them like a fucking idoit before running into the bathroom to cry! Do something! Friendships are about give and take! Some people really piss me off! Espically fake emo kids who are like "Wah my life sucks because my friend walked away from me!" *cuts*. I know a guy who stared cutting because he couldn't feel anything besides pain because he fucked his life up so bad that no one could fix it. He did drugs, smoked, drank, his parents and sister hated him. He was failing in school, his girlfriend dumped him. His grandparents wouldn't speak to him when they came to visit! nothing! The only way to turn him around was when he finally almost killed himself but cutting to deep! He survived because me and his sister gave him some blood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean really people. Don't harm yourself for stupid things, don't even harm yourself if you think your life is a shitty ass place with no one who loves you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4641426251963253286-489409849743510975?l=yuuki-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/489409849743510975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/489409849743510975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/2011/02/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045302603178995778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/TGObr34dh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyktL527IbQ/S220/036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641426251963253286.post-3641342404510955109</id><published>2010-08-12T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T00:44:32.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RPing and end of Summer.</title><content type='html'>Yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys! Sorry, I've been dealing with family and Rping and having a life! Okay, I haven't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; been having a life. During the entire summer, I've went shopping maybe four times, got a day at the spa, hung out with my friends like fourteen times. Besides that I've been sitting on my butt downstairs watching T.V and RPing on some really cool sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also my new friend Cortnie has gotten me OBSESSED with nevershoutnever. It's a really sexy band. I love the songs Can't Stand It, Trouble, On the Brightside, and MANY others. I mean Christofer Drew Ingle has such a sexy voice, he's so talented. I love the lyrics in his songs, there sooo sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough fan girling yo...okay a bit more~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby, I Love You&lt;br /&gt;I never want to let you go&lt;br /&gt;The more I think about&lt;br /&gt;The more I want to let you know&lt;br /&gt;That everything you do&lt;br /&gt;Is Super Fucking Cute&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stand it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay end offically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So schools starting up soon. I'll probably be posting more then though, since there will always be drama where there is school. Boo. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, I'm going to give the RPers out there. The sexy roleplaying sites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cyborgrevolution.proboards.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REWIRING&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ubelongwithme.proboards.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Belong With Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I'm Rain Rose Summers on both, and also the admin and Kody Alex Underwood on Rewiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace. Love. Death. Circle of Life. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4641426251963253286-3641342404510955109?l=yuuki-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/3641342404510955109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/3641342404510955109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/2010/08/rping-and-end-of-summer.html' title='RPing and end of Summer.'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045302603178995778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/TGObr34dh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyktL527IbQ/S220/036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641426251963253286.post-902762678763076486</id><published>2010-06-09T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:37:28.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandparents</title><content type='html'>Yo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey pepz. I'm at my grandparents house for an entire week. Pretty boring specially when I forgot my charger for cellphone and laptop at home. I'm on my grandparents main computer right now though. I'll only be using it for a bit since I'm probably going out for lunch in a half hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got twenty bucks from my great-grandma. Random. I know, but it was werid how she did it. She came downstairs, handed me twenty dollars and said it was because she hasn't bought me anything. Then went over to my sister and said the same thing. Making sure that nobody else was downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I still have an entire TWO WEEKS left of school, not including this week. I am SOOO pissed. They are trying to cram a shit load of shit into two weeks. Including a huge project a field trip and also we have finals and half days. You can sense my exitment. *Sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I H.A.T.E my school with a buring passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace. Love. Death. Circle of Life. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4641426251963253286-902762678763076486?l=yuuki-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/902762678763076486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/902762678763076486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/2010/06/grandparents.html' title='Grandparents'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045302603178995778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/TGObr34dh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyktL527IbQ/S220/036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641426251963253286.post-6243539876067020537</id><published>2010-06-04T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T19:05:22.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>Yo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have decided to try the speech recognition program, so far it has been incredibly hard.  No matter what they say it is extremely difficult to use with a built in microphones.  Frustrating as it is an, it’s helpful when you are unable to type at the moment.  During today after I got home from hanging out with my friends, I slammed my fingers in my door when coming into my room.  So now my fingers are hurting, I feel so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I’m not feeling alone anymore.  I think it was because my friend got a new boyfriend, and I wasn’t getting as much attention as I did before.  That’s just me being selfish though, and thinking that since she’s my best friend that I should get as much attention as she gives him.  But that’s not how it works in real world, unfair, no?  If he’s around I feel like the third wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s over now.  I phoned my boyfriend, and well ex now, and told him that I came out Of The closet so to speak.  He was surprised faintly but he said that he wasn’t surprised.  I can tell he was though, he has this thing that when he lies his voice gets higher.  He didn’t think you can be bi, because you can’t like girls and guys at the same time. Well he’s a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the downside though, I still haven’t found the perfect song to describe me yet.  It’s a pity, my friend’s song is and “My World” by Avril Lavigne which also describes me.  But if I find one, I’ll put it up here youtube and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.  L uv.  Death.  Circle of life.  D: and an&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4641426251963253286-6243539876067020537?l=yuuki-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/6243539876067020537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/6243539876067020537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/2010/06/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045302603178995778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/TGObr34dh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyktL527IbQ/S220/036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641426251963253286.post-421132226323486358</id><published>2010-06-03T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T20:28:15.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;                                                                     So  alone in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Alone listening to nightly whispers&lt;br /&gt;Alone in my  thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Alone standing in court&lt;br /&gt;Alone I stand and fight&lt;br /&gt;Alone  I pray for rainbow lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the morning I awake&lt;br /&gt;Alone I  celebrate my joys&lt;br /&gt;Alone I cry out my sadness&lt;br /&gt;Alone I voice out my  fears&lt;br /&gt;Alone in strenght&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone in wealth&lt;br /&gt;Alone in good  health&lt;br /&gt;Alone I try to understand&lt;br /&gt;Alone I seek knowledge&lt;br /&gt;Alone I  share what is mine&lt;br /&gt;Alone I try not to be alone&lt;br /&gt;Alone when my time  has come, I pass away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now adays I feel so alone. All my friends now have boyfriends. Each one also preoccupied with something like clubs or their boyfriends or I'm just not good enough friends with them to want to hang out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestfriend got a boyfriend yesterday. She is now dating my ex-crush. Me and her related really well together, but since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; came into the picture...its as if she is casting me aside whenever he appears, I barely have ANY time alone with her. Everything changed after yesterday to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I annouced to my friend that I was bi. Which I regret now, they don't include me like they use to. Which makes me sadder, I couldn't only get them to pay attention to me when I told my bestfriend that I've been feeling sad everytime I am alone, so she tried to make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that they don't think of me differently but I can tell they think that everytime I talk to them, they think I am hitting on them. Which I'm  not. I don't like them like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm writing this because I'm to sad to do anything beside listen to sad music and sulk. If you can't tell, I extremely dislike being lonely. I try to emerse myself into conversations with my friends. If I'm alone I start to think more and more about how alone I am and how my friends have slowly started to leave me alone. I can't handle being alone, it makes me so depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I complain about my friends a lot, but for me, their the only ones that I connect to. the ones I feel comfortable enough to gossip and talk to without having to block myself. Just telling them I was bi was a HUGE step of trust I gave them. They broke my trust today, no matter how they thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typing this is making me sadder, but I just wanted to rant about my friends again. Also my trust issues, I seem shy once you meet me in real life because I don't trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm going to sulk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace. Luv. Death. Circle of life. D:&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/4641426251963253286-421132226323486358?l=yuuki-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/421132226323486358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/421132226323486358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/2010/06/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045302603178995778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/TGObr34dh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyktL527IbQ/S220/036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641426251963253286.post-9073043623606720163</id><published>2010-04-09T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T09:02:49.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ME~XI~CO</title><content type='html'>Yo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys I am back again! Well I haven't been back since sometime in March. You get what I'm trying to say though right? Any ways. I have to do so much fucking homework because my stupid teachers decided that over our spring break we should have homework to do. Even if they know that over 50% of the students go to different places during their spring break and do  not want to worry about something stupid like Aztecs or Jazz dance. I hate my teachers. Like I have a furry of rage every time I talk to them. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a whole bunch of different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;souvenirs&lt;/span&gt;. Like Necklaces, braclets, fans, sombrerro, and a little monkey magnet. I took pictures of flowers and a frog. I kept forgetting my camera when we went places. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to ya lata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4641426251963253286-9073043623606720163?l=yuuki-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/9073043623606720163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/9073043623606720163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/2010/04/mexico.html' title='ME~XI~CO'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045302603178995778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/TGObr34dh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyktL527IbQ/S220/036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641426251963253286.post-7891302747456325513</id><published>2010-02-17T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T13:18:35.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch.</title><content type='html'>Yo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, I dislocated my knee yesterday in Gym. So I hurt right now, not as much as when it was still popped out. But still is stiff and I have NO support on that leg currently, but yeah. Today is the LONGEST day I have had! I mean it feels longer then an actual day. Then again, it's probably because of the stiffiness and aching in my knee, plus I can't do a whole lot since I cannot put pressure on my left foot. Since it hurts super bad. *sighs* Next week I have to get it recheacked to see if I can start particpiating in gym and stuff again. If I do, my Grandma says to put a tenser bandage on both my knees, so it will hold the bones and shizz in place. I hope that it will, since I hate wearing a splint. I should get my mother to place the ice pack back into the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got to skip school today. Hopefully tomorrow I will not be irratable towards my friends. Since I have only walked three times today, well hopped on crutches. Once to go do something, another to eat lunch and another to wash my hair at the sink since I can't take a shower. Because on our shower there is a lip that goes up to my knee, so I can't step into it, plus I don't want to stand for like a half hour on one foot. Seriously I take that long in the shower, even when I'm trying to hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that. I had to go to the hostpital from the school. There is an elevator in my school since the area where the gym is, is around four feet down from the rest of the school with stairs of course. So my friend was like "See you on the other side." You could just see her face go O.O, then I was like "Gee, thanks. Hopefully I will be the one to haunt you and kill you so I can laugh in you're face when I die." We laughed then she told me that she would put my pants belt and cellphone into her locker, since we where in gym. So this morning she dropped it off and forgot to pick up her jacket that she brought with her when she came over to my house for lunch yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that is werid is that one of my friends has these random 'visions' that are pretty accurate. So yesterday at lunch she had on of an ambulance in front of our school. Then bam! not even two hours later my knee is fucked up and I'm on the aux gym clutching it and attempting not to laugh at my friend's jokes. Which now that I think about it, weren't even really funny. Just the fact that they where saying cheesy jokes in the effort to make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay when they had me on these gas that makes you numb so you don't really feel anything besides contact. You can't really feel your clothes or like the ground, just if people are touching you. I could feel the paramedics hands on my leg popping it back into place. I could also feel my friends hands on my arm and my moms hands on my hair. (she came while I was all whooooooo). I felt as if I was in a dream! I was so sad when I opened my eyes and found out it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye~&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4641426251963253286-7891302747456325513?l=yuuki-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/7891302747456325513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/7891302747456325513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/2010/02/ouch.html' title='Ouch.'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045302603178995778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/TGObr34dh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyktL527IbQ/S220/036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641426251963253286.post-7773183945019563524</id><published>2010-02-10T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:16:01.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huzzah!~</title><content type='html'>Yo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't remember if I posted after my birthday. I'll quickly go check....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I didn't. So in this post it's going to be ordered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Birthday/Gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Rant of teh day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Other Shizz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Okay. So starting now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a normal birthday. No big parties, no party at all actually. So far. I think I'm going to have one during saturday with my friend, a sleep over~. Other then that no party. I got up, had breakfast, went onto my computer and talked to Amal for a bit (I think...it was 4 days ago, I can't remember that far. I can't even remember what I had for dinner last night.). Then I got up once my Nan was awake and opened presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a cell phone for my birthday. I was so fucking surpised that I did though. Because my mom and dad said that I had to pay for my own. Which obivously I didn't since they bought it for me. It's a black and sliver Motorola from Koodo with unlimited texting. I have two people I text most frequently on it. The others are on there if I get bored and have nothing else to do, plus they usually take longer to reply back then my two. I need to steal Amal's cell number. So I can text. I hope my phone will support international texting. *thinks* Oh well. I'll look at my Koodo shizz later to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a necklace from Xander, on it has a pretty gold and diamond ring. He said it was his moms chain, because his mom is allergic to gold jewerly. The ring he bought. It be really beautiful. I haven't worn it yet because there has been no special time to wear it. I also got a Ciel from Kuroshitsuji statue from my sister. It's him in his pink dress. I also got the 7th volume of Monkey High from her. From my grandparents I got....well I forget. Cus I can't currently see it in my room. I'm sure it's either covered by something or pushed behind something. So yeah, I got mostly everything that I wanted. I could have gone with something better but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muh Rant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is being such a douchebag right now. Me and my friends where planning a trip to the mall for tomorrow at 11.00 am. Except my mom isn't going to let me go. And of course it's mostly ALL my friends except maybe one, but she might be going also. Xander doesn't count. But still. I'm a teenager, and she still doesn't trust me enough to go out with 5 other friends to one of the lesser crowded malls. One of those friends has training in martial arts. 3 out of the 6 of us have cell phones, and its not like we are going to be idoits and trust someone who asks us to do something for them. I mean we aren't idoits! But she is treating me like a  four year old. It's completely STUPID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She let my sister go places with her friends at the age of 14, but with me it's like "You're too YOUNG you can't protect yourself." I'm not a whimp either. I can take down most of the guys in my school, well grade and lower. She is just way to overprotective of me! It's annoying, my sister gets to stay up till 4 in the morning and not get in trouble, she can swear, she can go with her friends wherever she wants. It's getting annoying. I have more responsibility then her in the house now that she has a job, but I'm still treated like I don't know squat about anything! Sometimes I just feel like sitting in a corner and sulk for an hour, then go and rant about it to Amal or on the computer to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing worse then overprotective mothers. I seriously wish that she was less protective, but enough to care about me. Just because her mother was protective over her doesn't mean that she has to be with me. (My grandma was only 19 when she had my mom) I just want to rip things apart when she is like this. I even ask her to have some popcorn because I want to watch a movie. She says no. It's like she is on a NO vibe today! Its so annoying to be living in this house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before I rant your ears off. So to speak ^_^ I shall change the subject to something else. Since I am legal age to get my learners test. I have already gone once to get it, and failed. I got to 15 questions before I failed. It saddened me, but not the the point where I wanted to go sulk for five minutes. I would have rather just studied and gone again the next day. Except I wasn't allowed to do that. So I have been taking notes and studying by taking online learners tests for the last 3 days. It's been the largest ammount of time that I have ever studied. Which is amazing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways bye bye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4641426251963253286-7773183945019563524?l=yuuki-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/7773183945019563524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/7773183945019563524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/2010/02/huzzah.html' title='Huzzah!~'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045302603178995778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/TGObr34dh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyktL527IbQ/S220/036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641426251963253286.post-6285425660810325490</id><published>2010-02-05T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T19:15:50.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my birthday tomorrow.  The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4641426251963253286-6285425660810325490?l=yuuki-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/6285425660810325490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/6285425660810325490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045302603178995778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/TGObr34dh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyktL527IbQ/S220/036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641426251963253286.post-1650461513153716829</id><published>2010-02-04T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:37:45.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPID FRIENDS!</title><content type='html'>Yo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so pissed at my friend's right now. Well one of them. She is such a child. Today she fell backwards and couldn't get up, so she was like rolling on the floor attacking like a child. It was so frigging annoying. The other day I whacked her arm away from mine because she was grabbing it, and she started crying. 'stating' that she is always trying to be nice to me (BIG FAT LIE) and that I just have to go and be mean to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I feel so pissed off after school. After I read something like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'there are two muffins sitting in an oven.one muffin turns to  the other and says, 'Wow, it's hot in here.' the other turns and says, 'AH! A talking muffin!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;it's things like this  that brightens up my bad days. i got this from my internet,  non-biological twin (but twin nonetheless), Yuuki. ^_^ i love you  Yuuki~~ :D'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel all happy that I can at least my someone else's day brighter. That might seem cheesy. But it is. Xander wasn't here today. So he couldn't help brighten up mine. I miss him already *cries* I feel like such a WHIMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cheesy joke my friend told me today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A young man was visiting his brother  and sister-in-law for Christmas dinner and was surprised to find his  young nephew, Timmy, helping them bake some cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;After they  were done, his sister-in-law allowed Timmy to put the icing on. When he  had finished, he brought them to the table.&lt;br /&gt;"The cupcakes look  delicious, Tim." his uncle said. And he took a bite while looking at the  other cupcakes. "Timmy these are so good."&lt;br /&gt;As he finished one and  took another he again complimented his little nephew. "The cupcakes look  beautiful, Tim," his uncle said. "How did you get them iced so evenly?"  And he took a large bite while waiting for the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His  nephew replied, "I licked them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hehe. Grosssssss. I could totally picture someone doing that though. Excpesially me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the first topic. My stupid friends.&lt;br /&gt;I have only two friends (not including Xander and irl) that I actually like because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are annoying-but-in-the-good-funny-perfect-moment kind of way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They don't act like fucking 1 year olds who can't crawl yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;The other's are just as annoying as my first friend who I'll refer to as Star for now. Only they are less. They still annoy the shit out of me, they just don't act like 1 year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* I really wish that Amal, Kaoru, Mikky, Kyo-chan and everyone where my real life friend's. Just so that I could have some calm/idoitic/funny/actual friends who like me. *sighs again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW IT'S TIME FOR THE CRAP TRANSLATION!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sangat marah pada kawan saya sekarang. Nah salah satu daripada mereka. Dia adalah anak seperti itu. Hari ini ia jatuh ke belakang dan tidak boleh bangun, jadi dia seperti berguling-guling di lantai menyerang seperti anak kecil. Terkutuk itu begitu mengganggu. Suatu hari aku memukul lengannya menjauh dari saya kerana dia meraih itu, dan ia mulai menangis. 'menyatakan' bahawa dia selalu berusaha bersikap baik padaku (BIG FAT LIE) dan bahawa aku hanya harus pergi dan menjadi jahat padanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Aku merasa begitu marah selepas sekolah. Setelah saya membaca sesuatu seperti ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'Ada dua muffin duduk di muffin oven.one beralih kepada yang lain dan berkata," Wow, panas di sini. " yang lain berpaling dan berkata, "AH! A bercakap muffin!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itu hal-hal seperti ini yang mencerahkan hari buruk-ku. i got ini dari internet saya, non-biologis kembar (tapi kembar tetap), Yuuki. ^ _ ^ I love you Yuuki ~ ~: D '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku merasa bahagia bahawa saya bisa paling tidak saya hari orang lain lebih cerah. Yang mungkin tampak cheesy. Tapi ini. Xander tidak ada di sini hari ini. Jadi ia tidak boleh membantu mencerahkan saya. Aku merindukannya sudah * menangis * aku merasa seperti WHIMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelucon murahan lain saya diberitahu teman saya hari ini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang pemuda sedang mengunjungi saudaranya dan kakak iparnya untuk makan malam Krismas dan terkejut apabila mendapati anak saudaranya, Timmy, membantu mereka panggang beberapa cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah mereka selesai, kakaknya-dalam-hukum Timmy dibenarkan untuk meletakkan icing on. Ketika ia telah selesai, ia membawa mereka ke meja.&lt;br /&gt;"The cupcakes terlihat lezat, Tim." Perkataan pakciknya. Dan dia menggigit sambil di cupcakes lain. "Timmy ini sangat bagus."&lt;br /&gt;Ketika ia selesai satu dan sekali lagi ia kembali memuji keponakan kecilnya. "The cupcakes terlihat cantik, Pasukan," kata pamannya. "Bagaimana kau bisa mereka begitu merata es?" Dan ia memuat gigitan besar sambil menunggu jawapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keponakannya menjawab, "Aku menjilat mereka."&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Grosssssss. Aku benar-benar bisa membayangkan seseorang melakukan hal itu walaupun. Excpesially me ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, kembali kepada topik pertama. Teman bodoh saya.&lt;br /&gt;Saya hanya mempunyai dua teman (tidak termasuk Xander dan IRL) bahawa saya benar-benar seperti kerana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mereka mengganggu-tapi-in-the-baik-lucu-sempurna-saat seperti cara&lt;br /&gt;2. Mereka tidak bertindak seperti keparat 1 tahun usia yang tidak bisa merangkak belum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang lain hanya sebagai menjengkelkan sebagai kawan pertama yang aku akan sebut sebagai Bintang untuk saat ini. Hanya mereka kurang. Mereka masih mengganggu kotoran keluar daripada saya, mereka hanya tidak bertindak seperti 1 tahun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Menghela napas * Saya benar-benar berharap bahawa Amal, Kaoru, Mikky, Kyo-chan dan semua orang di mana kehidupan nyata teman. Hanya agar aku bisa memiliki beberapa tenang / idoitic / lucu / aktual teman-teman yang seperti aku. * Menghela napas lagi *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mencintaimu untuk Amal ~ * huggles *&lt;br /&gt;Bye ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4641426251963253286-1650461513153716829?l=yuuki-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/1650461513153716829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/1650461513153716829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/2010/02/stupid-friends.html' title='STUPID FRIENDS!'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045302603178995778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/TGObr34dh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyktL527IbQ/S220/036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641426251963253286.post-1521603208418945556</id><published>2010-01-26T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:52:12.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyperness~</title><content type='html'>Yo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys! I'm incredibly hyper currently. Well I have no idea if I am hyper because the internet hasn't been turned off yet. Like it normally is around this time. So ya. I'm currently talking to Amal via MSN. We are currently talking about, well the last thing we talked about that wasn't related to the internet. Was me being straightforward and lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not lame...except I laugh at the joke: "There are two muffins sitting in a oven. One muffin turns to the other and says "Wow, it's hot in here." The other turns and says "AH! A talking muffin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah..I am lame -_-. Blah. Anyways, not much of an update on Xander. Or my social life, besides that soon it will go down because I have to act out a gay male tomorrow. Which is strange. Because I'm a more punkish female. I don't know how to act like a out there gay guy.I really think that Xander does though. *snickers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have ANOTHER site. This one is a Kuroshitsuji one, however. It's called &lt;a href="http://sebastianciel.proboards.com"&gt;{I N;; Y O U R. M I N D}&lt;/a&gt;. I shall give you a little advertisment for it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://sebastianciel.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=general&amp;amp;action=display&amp;amp;thread=1"&gt;Rules&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://sebastianciel.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=general&amp;amp;action=display&amp;amp;thread=4"&gt;Plot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://sebastianciel.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=a&amp;amp;action=display&amp;amp;thread=2"&gt;Application&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian was just about to steal...I mean take away Ciel's soul. When he paused. There was no reason why he had to stop. The boy had not gotten the taste of different sins. This caused other demons that walked the earth to consider Ciel as their meal. I mean, why pass up a free meal. When techinaclly since Ciel's revenge is done, Sebastian doesn't have to obey Ciel's rules anymore. So if Ciel calls him, he doesn't have to come. Except if Sebastian doesn't come. One day another demon is going to take advantage over this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So Sebastian learns about the other demons, and thus, never leaves Ciel's side. Not even rarely to sleep. It isn't nessarcy, just a privilege. After all, why let a good soul be grabbed by another demon? Other people will become pawns of Ciel's, other's will be demon's attempting to steal Ciel's sould for their own. And the Death Gods will be awaiting to capture Ciel's sould before the Demon's can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, let's say this one thing. Either you are dinner, like Ciel. You're waiting patiently, like the Death Gods. Or you're dinner is running from you, like the Demon's. Which destiny will you choose? Dinner, or Demon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://sebastianciel.proboards.com/index.cgi?"&gt;Will You be one of them?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there it is. The links at the top take you to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rules&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plot&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Application&lt;/span&gt;. The one at the bottom the "Will You be one of them?" is a link to the main page of the site. Please join if you want to. We do not have restrictions on who you want to be. Death gods and demon's are welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that. My friends like to hit my head alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JA NE!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4641426251963253286-1521603208418945556?l=yuuki-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/1521603208418945556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/1521603208418945556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/2010/01/hyperness.html' title='Hyperness~'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045302603178995778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/TGObr34dh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyktL527IbQ/S220/036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641426251963253286.post-3658314021969486006</id><published>2010-01-12T17:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:56:51.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actual post! OMG</title><content type='html'>Yo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys. I'll actually be updating this time. Not like last time, but actuall talk. Well more like rant off about things. I haven't done this in 11 days. So I might be rusty. *cracks kunckles* alright let's rant :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since I haven't talked about it too much on this blog, I'm going to ^-^. Well I've been into Kuroshitsuji by Toboso Yana. I really want to try to cosplay a character from it. Probably not like main characters. Maybe like Maylene. I would like to cosplay her XP. A kick ass maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to put up some other places that you can contact me at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1322436/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FanFiction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/uzumakihinata79"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://haruhi-mori-hunny.deviantart.com/"&gt;DeviantART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forums.mangafox.com/member.php?u=356394"&gt;MangaFox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you can AIM me. Which I'll give to you, if you contact me on the first three sites. Ask me for it through a PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that. I have one other thing that happened today. Which scared me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was waiting for Xander to get something from his locker that he forgot at school. I was listening to "In your Mind" by Daisuke Ono. (beautiful song btw) When I heard a scream from down the alley. I turned around and a girl was running from a guy. (This freaked me out so fucking much that I screamed as she  started running towards me, bringing the guy with her.) I closed my eyes and something slammed into me from the side and I had some grunts of fighting. I opened my eyes and saw someone in black with black hair fighting off the guy that was chasing the other girl. After a moment the other guy ran away down the alley. The one in black came over to me and bent over me. I blinked and said "Sebastian?" It was my bf though. He's like my own little butler~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate going down that alley anymore unless my BF is with me.*nods* It also shows that I'm WAY to obsessed with my anime/manga. Except everyone who read the manga can tell that any extreme fan-girl would react the same way. I mean a guy dressed in black, black hair, pale skin, defend someone from being possibly killed? That is like Sebastian. I'm only peeved that the female started like pressing herself against Xander. I mean, just because he saved her. Doesn't mean that she could instantly act like that it was for her benifet and her's only. Xander said that when he came around the corner. He saw a female running being chased by a male. They where extremely close to me. Possibly was stronger then me. So he stepped in. He's not very helpful to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that girl won't leave him alone! Like this afternoon me and Xander where hanging out in the park. He having a smoke. (I was ready to deck him after a couple of seconds) When that girl appeared and sat on him. I was just thinking "Wow. That was mine. I don't appreitate you doing this." When she kissed him. I giggled. He had his smoke still in his mouth and he inhaled. So he was pretty much breathing smoke into her mouth. Then Xander freaked out. Standing up and dumping the girl onto the ground he stepped away. Xander doesn't like being too close to people he doesn't know. He gets a little too close to me though &gt;.&lt; It was just drama from there on.  So the girl got up and started crying going over to Xander and complaining to him. Xander turned around and told her that he didn't even know her, or like her that way. So she slapped him, and this is where he got pissed and walked over to me. Grabbed my arm and pulled me over to her and pointed at me saying that he loved me and no one else. It was sweet, but something I'd rather hear in a softer voice. His voice was pretty harsh. The girl started crying again. Before attacking me. It took a few moments before Xander lifted her away and grabbed my hand and walked away. He really is sweet, but really harsh towards strangers. A.K.A random girls who try to get his 18 year body (he is really 15 but looks 18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4641426251963253286-3658314021969486006?l=yuuki-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/3658314021969486006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/3658314021969486006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/2010/01/actual-post-omg.html' title='Actual post! OMG'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045302603178995778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/TGObr34dh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyktL527IbQ/S220/036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641426251963253286.post-6320417919009956413</id><published>2010-01-10T19:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:01:17.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well not much has happened, since I last did a real post. Pretty much school, watched Sweeney Todd, talked with friends. Basic stuff that any teenager would do. I did chores today. Blah Blah. Yuuna came back. Blah Blah. I updated my story twice. Blah Blah. Xander molesteed me. Blah Blah. Actually he didn't he was just licking my neck. He stopped, then Kaoru told him to give me a hickey &gt;.&lt;. Good thing I slid away from him, he probably would've done it to. knowing him.... Anyways here's a little setrotype thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a GAY RIGHTS SUPPORTER, so I WILL go to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm ATHEIST so I MUST hate the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't have a RELIGION, so I MUST be evil and have no morals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I TAKE (or used to take) ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth or emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be fucking them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be a player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hang out with GAYS, so I must be GAY TOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m a VIRGIN so I MUST be prude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a GIRL who actually EATS LUNCH, so I MUST be fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm SINGLE so I MUST be ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a SKATER so I must do weed and steal stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a PUNK so I must only wear black and date only other punks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm WHITE and have black friends so I MUST think I'm black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm GOTH so I MUST worship the devil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm BI, so I MUST think every person I see is hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't like the SUN so I MUST be an albino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I support GAY RIGHTS, so I MUST fit in with everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't like to be in a BIG GROUP, so I MUST be anti-social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a DIFFERENT sense of HUMOR, so I MUST be crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tell people OFF, so I MUST be an over controlling bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My hair gets GREASY a lot, so I MUST have no hygiene skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm DEFENSIVE, so I MUST be over controlling and a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I read Comics, so I MUST be a loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I draw ANIME so I MUST be a freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a FANGIRL so I MUST be a crazy, obsessed stalker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm INTELLIGENT so I MUST be weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m a YOUNG WRITER, so I MUST be emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m CANADIAN, so I MUST talk with a funny accent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm CANADIAN, so I MUST love hockey and beavers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST have a STEREOTYPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like BLOOD, so I must be a VAMPIRE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m WHITE, so I MUST be responsible for everything going wrong on the planet: past, present, and future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m not the most POPULAR person in school, so I MUST be a loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I care about the ENVIRONMENT...I MUST be a tree hugging hippy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a FAN CHARACTER, so I MUST be an annoying Mary-sue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I CHAT, so I MUST be having cyber sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like CARTOONS, so I MUST be IRRESPONSIBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like READING, so I MUST be a LONER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love YAOI, so I MUST be GAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a PERSON, so I MUST be LABELLED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like GAMES, ANIME and COMICS, so I MUST be childish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SPOT GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, so I MUST be a pedantic bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm GOTHIC, so I MUST be mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m STRONG so I MUST be stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don’t want a BOYFRIEND so I MUST be Lesbian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm NOT CHRISTIAN so I MUST just need converting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am friends with a CUTTER, so I MUST be a CUTTER too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I cry easily, so I MUST be a wimp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't help pointing out mistakes so I MUST be an over-controlling perfectionist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DON’T LIKE to talk about my personal life so I MUST be having problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tada! Most of that stuff is like where you're from. XD I wonder how many people will notice some of the things I put down that I haven't told anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Full:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a NEGRO so I MUST carry a gun.&lt;br /&gt;I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a ditz&lt;br /&gt;I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm HAITIAN so I MUST eat cat.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be sexy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a GAY RIGHTS SUPPORTER, so I WILL go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a CHRISTAN, so I MUST think gay people should go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ATHEIST so I MUST hate the world.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a RELIGION, so I MUST be evil and have no morals.&lt;br /&gt;I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.&lt;br /&gt;I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash.&lt;br /&gt;I TAKE (or used to take) ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.&lt;br /&gt;I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.&lt;br /&gt;I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.&lt;br /&gt;I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a DANCER, So I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.&lt;br /&gt;I wear SKIRTS a lot, so I MUST be a slut.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.&lt;br /&gt;I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth or emo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.&lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.&lt;br /&gt;I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.&lt;br /&gt;I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ITALIAN, so I must have a "big one".&lt;br /&gt;I'm EGYPTIAN, so I must be a TERRORIST!&lt;br /&gt;I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.&lt;br /&gt;I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.&lt;br /&gt;I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.&lt;br /&gt;I'm INTO THEATER &amp;amp; ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be fucking them all.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be a player.&lt;br /&gt;I have Big BOOBS, so I MUST be a hoe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.&lt;br /&gt;I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.&lt;br /&gt;I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool and thats how Russians roll.&lt;br /&gt;I'm GERMAN, so I must be a Nazi.&lt;br /&gt;I hang out with GAYS, so I must be GAY TOO.&lt;br /&gt;I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.&lt;br /&gt;I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited.&lt;br /&gt;I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13.&lt;br /&gt;I'm POLISH, so I MUST be greedy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm HAWAIIAN so I MUST be lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm PERUVIAN, so I MUST like llamas.&lt;br /&gt;I’m a STONER so I MUST be going in the wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;I’m a VIRGIN so I MUST be prude.&lt;br /&gt;I’m STRAIGHT EDGE so I must be violent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm BLACK so I MUST love fried chicken and kool-aid.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a GIRL who actually EATS LUNCH, so I MUST be fat.&lt;br /&gt;I'm SINGLE so I MUST be ugly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a SKATER so I must do weed and steal stuff&lt;br /&gt;I'm a PUNK so I must only wear black and date only other punks&lt;br /&gt;I'm ASIAN so I must be a NERD that does HOMEWORK 24/7&lt;br /&gt;I'm CHRISTIAN so I MUST hate homosexuals.&lt;br /&gt;I'm MIXED so I must be screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm MUSLIM so I MUST be a terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in BAND, so I MUST be a dork.&lt;br /&gt;I'm BLACK so I MUST believe JESUS WUZ A BROTHA&lt;br /&gt;I'm MORMON so I MUST be perfect&lt;br /&gt;I'm WHITE and have black friends so I MUST think I'm black&lt;br /&gt;I'm GOTH so I MUST worship the devil.&lt;br /&gt;I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty.&lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.&lt;br /&gt;I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.&lt;br /&gt;I'm PREPPY, so I MUST shun those who don't wear Abercrombie &amp;amp; Hollister.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a DANCE team, so I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.&lt;br /&gt;I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat.&lt;br /&gt;I'm BLACK, so I MUST love watermelon&lt;br /&gt;I'm BI, so I MUST think every person I see is hot.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ASIAN GUY, so I MUST have a small penis.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a GUY CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be gay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a PREP, so I MUST be rich.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the SUN so I MUST be an albino.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of FRIENDS, so I MUST love to drink and party.&lt;br /&gt;I wear tight PANTS and I'm a guy, so I MUST be emo.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hurt a FLY, So I MUST be a pussy.&lt;br /&gt;I support GAY RIGHTS, so I MUST fit in with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I hang out with teenage drinkers and smokers, so I MUST smoke and drink too.&lt;br /&gt;I have ARTISTIC TALENT, so I MUST think little of those who don't.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to be in a BIG GROUP, so I MUST be anti-social.&lt;br /&gt;I have a DIFFERENT sense of HUMOR, so I MUST be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I tell people OFF, so I MUST be an over controlling bitch.&lt;br /&gt;My hair gets GREASY a lot, so I MUST have no hygiene skills.&lt;br /&gt;I'm DEFENSIVE, so I MUST be over controlling and a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a NUDIST, so I MUST want everyone to see my boobs.&lt;br /&gt;I read Comics, so I MUST be a loser.&lt;br /&gt;I hang out with a FORMER PROSTITUTE so I MUST be a whore myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm TEXAN so I MUST ride a horse&lt;br /&gt;I’m a CROSSDRESSER, so I must be homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;I draw ANIME so I MUST be a freak.&lt;br /&gt;I am a FANGIRL so I MUST be a crazy, obsessed stalker.&lt;br /&gt;I WATCH PORN so I MUST be perverted.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ONLY CHILD so I MUST be spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;I'm INTELLIGENT so I MUST be weak&lt;br /&gt;I am AMERICAN so I MUST be obese, loud-mouthed and arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;I'm WELSH so I MUST love sheep&lt;br /&gt;I'm SCOTTISH so I MUST have ginger hair and wear a skirts (It's actually called a kilt)&lt;br /&gt;I’m a YOUNG WRITER, so I MUST be emo.&lt;br /&gt;I’m CANADIAN, so I MUST talk with a funny accent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a GUY, so I MUST ditch my pregnant girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm CANADIAN, so I MUST love hockey and beavers.&lt;br /&gt;I'm DISABLED, so I MUST be on Welfare.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a FEMINIST, so I MUST have a problem with sexuality and I want to castrate every man on the earth.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST have a STEREOTYPE.&lt;br /&gt;I WEAR A BIG SUNHAT when I go outside, so I MUST be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I like BLOOD, so I must be a VAMPIRE.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ALBINO, so I MUST be an evil person with mental abilities and is A MURDERER!&lt;br /&gt;I'm ENGLISH, so I MUST speak with either a cockney or a posh accent, love tea and cricket, and have bad teeth.&lt;br /&gt;I’m WHITE, so I MUST be responsible for everything going wrong on the planet: past, present, and future.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like YAOI or YURI, so I must be a HOMOPHOBE (I actually agree with this one XD)&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the most POPULAR person in school, so I MUST be a loser&lt;br /&gt;I care about the ENVIRONMENT...I MUST be a tree hugging hippy&lt;br /&gt;I have a FAN CHARACTER, so I MUST be an annoying Mary-sue.&lt;br /&gt;I CHAT, so I MUST be having cyber sex.&lt;br /&gt;I'm PAGAN so I MUST sacrifice babies and drink the blood of virgins&lt;br /&gt;I'm PAGAN so I MUST worship Satan&lt;br /&gt;I'm CONSERVATIVE, so I MUST be against Abortion&lt;br /&gt;I'm SWEDISH so I MUST be a tall blond blue-eyed lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a LESBIAN so I MUST want to get with every single girl that I see.&lt;br /&gt;I like CARTOONS, so I MUST be IRRESPONSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;I like READING, so I MUST be a LONER.&lt;br /&gt;I have my OWN spiritual ideology; therefore I MUST be WRONG or MISGUIDED.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T CURSE, so I MUST be an outcast&lt;br /&gt;I am WICCAN, so I MUST be a SATANIST.&lt;br /&gt;I DISAGREE with my government, so I MUST be a TERRORIST.&lt;br /&gt;I am a WITCH, so I MUST be and OLD HAG and fly on a broomstick.&lt;br /&gt;I love YAOI, so I MUST be GAY.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a PERSON, so I MUST be LABELLED.&lt;br /&gt;I like GAMES, ANIME and COMICS, so I MUST be childish&lt;br /&gt;I'm SWEDISH, therefore I MUST be WHITE.&lt;br /&gt;I SPOT GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, so I MUST be a pedantic bastard.&lt;br /&gt;I'm GOTHIC, so I MUST be mean.&lt;br /&gt;I’m STRONG so I MUST be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Australian so I MUST hunt crocodiles and talk to kangaroo’s&lt;br /&gt;I go to RENFAIRES, so I MUST talk weird, be a loser, and not be up with the times&lt;br /&gt;I’m GAY so I’m after EVERY straight guy around.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want a BOYFRIEND so I MUST be Lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT CHRISTIAN so I MUST just need converting.&lt;br /&gt;I love marching band, so I MUST be a friendless freak.&lt;br /&gt;I DRINK and SMOKE, so I MUST have no life.&lt;br /&gt;I am friends with a CUTTER, so I MUST be a CUTTER too.&lt;br /&gt;I cry easily, so I MUST be a wimp.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help pointing out mistakes so I MUST be an over-controlling perfectionist&lt;br /&gt;I'm a PERFECTIONIST so I MUST check everything ten times, then burst into tears at one mistake&lt;br /&gt;I DON’T LIKE to talk about my personal life so I MUST be having problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Made small so it doesn't take up TOO much room *nods*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4641426251963253286-6320417919009956413?l=yuuki-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/6320417919009956413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/6320417919009956413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/2010/01/update.html' title='Update~'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045302603178995778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/TGObr34dh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyktL527IbQ/S220/036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641426251963253286.post-2221819765082961986</id><published>2010-01-03T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T13:31:08.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>124% Mentally Ill</title><content type='html'>[x] You have screamed at an inanimate object for 'hurting you.'&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have run into a glass/screen door.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, and then people gave you weird looks.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have run into a tree/bush.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been called a blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ x] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;[ x] You just tried to lick your elbow. (A/N I did it!!!! Ha.)&lt;br /&gt;[] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star had the same melody.&lt;br /&gt;[] You just sang them to make sure. (&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have tripped on your own feet and fallen.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have choked on your own spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have seen the Matrix and still don't get it. (Never seen it.)&lt;br /&gt;[] You type with three fingers or less.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have accidentally caught something on fire.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have caught yourself drooling&lt;br /&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have fallen asleep in class.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sometimes you just stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sometimes when you are telling a story you forget what you are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;[x] People sometimes shake their heads and walk away from you.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are often told to use your 'inside voice'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You use your fingers to do simple math.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have eaten a bug accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn't realize it.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand/pocket the whole time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have posted bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You break a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You tilt your head when you're confused.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have fallen out of your chair before.&lt;br /&gt;[x] When you're lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;[x] The word "um" is used frequently.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't know what "um" means.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You say "what" and "huh" a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You plan to use a calculator to multiply your score for this bulletin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, take your total, and multiply it by 4.&lt;br /&gt;and re-post as: I am --% Mentally ill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4641426251963253286-2221819765082961986?l=yuuki-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/2221819765082961986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/2221819765082961986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/2010/01/124-mentally-ill.html' title='124% Mentally Ill'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045302603178995778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/TGObr34dh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyktL527IbQ/S220/036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641426251963253286.post-8843423095865019912</id><published>2010-01-01T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:18:09.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>Yo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of year again. Every year, for an entire month. I get a urge of saddness, usually it happens during the summer before school starts. Except this year it's the first month of the year. It usually happens when people stop talking to me (I like my conversations) or when they ignore me when we do talk. It's the first day, and no one is really ignoring me. Or not talking to me. Then again it is still winter break for the next 3 days, and no one has talked verbally to me in a while besides my family. They don't count however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xander has talked to anyone in a while, and I have a strong feeling that he moved already. If he did, and came back to visit, I'd wouldn't even talk to him. I mean, if he left and said 'good-bye' before he did. I wouldn't be as angry, but if he just upped and left without saying 'good-bye' I would just feel so bad. He was my boyfriend (we broke up, but are still friends...werid huh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, to lazy to continue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4641426251963253286-8843423095865019912?l=yuuki-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/8843423095865019912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/8843423095865019912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/2010/01/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045302603178995778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/TGObr34dh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyktL527IbQ/S220/036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641426251963253286.post-6117085959257486094</id><published>2009-12-24T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T20:39:43.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night</title><content type='html'>UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my mom. I liked staying up till around 11-12 o clock. As soon as my mom came, she was all like "Oh. You've been staying up really late! You can go to bed at 9:20! Just so I can piss you off and make you want to hit me.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is soooo annoying sometimes. It really bugs me.  Well I have to keep a good-girl act until tomorrow or else my mom will give ALL my presents to charity....it's a little selfish but hey. I worked hard to earn all those presents! And my mom still acts like I've done NOTHING to earn them. Because she doesn't remember that I do chores mostly willingly every week end. I don't get paid because my mom hasn't told me the money upgrade I was suppose to get a couple weeks ago when my sister got a job. I took over her chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week I got twenty bucks up front. She said every couple of weeks I'd get some more money. Except I haven't seen a PENNY from them. The last time I asked my mom, I had 100ish bucks in my bank account. Since I got my laptop I should have earned at LEAST 200 bucks from doing chores. Except I still haven't gotten that money. When we get home I'm going to sit them down at the table and tell my mom that every weekend I want the ammount of money that's in my bank account. Also I'm going to enter it into a thing onto my computer. I don't spend any money from my bank account, so if I don't earn the money I'm suppose to be getting. Or if I lose money. I'll be able to tell that my mom and dad are stealing from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be SOO fucking pissed if they where. I'd tell my mom to hand all my account information to me. Each week I'd take 5 bucks (my set allowence before my sister got a job) from their account and add it to mine. Or after a month I'd add 25 or 20 bucks to it. Plus if I do make a big purchase. I'd put it into a thing on my computer. So I'd now if I did spend the money, or if my parents took some money from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways....thats all for today. These blog posts are getting short. Tomorrow I'll post a longer one about what I did/got for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye/Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4641426251963253286-6117085959257486094?l=yuuki-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/6117085959257486094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/6117085959257486094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/2009/12/night.html' title='Night'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045302603178995778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/TGObr34dh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyktL527IbQ/S220/036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641426251963253286.post-621792843079670772</id><published>2009-12-23T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:17:57.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas and Grandparents house.</title><content type='html'>Yo, I'm at my grandparents house right now and it is two days till holidays. I'm excited, because I love x-mas it's so fun~ With the turkey, family and presents. It's my favorite holiday besides Valentines day, and it ties with my b-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a strange dream last night. It envloved all of my internet friends. We went to a hotel. I forgot to pack my suit case, so I had to wear the same clothes over again because none of the other girls wore the same size of clothes as me. Then Amal started this reallly long speech, then I started crying. Also she was the same height as me...so I knew this was a dream. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My site is just about ready to re-open. It wasn't a really LONG construction period. Except that you can remodel a site really quickly if you put you're mind to it. I still want to edit the site more. Because it doesn't look to professional, and that is what I was going for. Once I see the site the way I like it. I shall open it. Except if I don't see it the way I like it won't open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this was just a short little blurb since I haven't posted in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4641426251963253286-621792843079670772?l=yuuki-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/621792843079670772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/621792843079670772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-and-grandparents-house.html' title='Christmas and Grandparents house.'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045302603178995778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/TGObr34dh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyktL527IbQ/S220/036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641426251963253286.post-981210367057755196</id><published>2009-12-16T19:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:51:16.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itunes and Cleaning</title><content type='html'>Yo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am currently downloading some new Kingdom Hearts: Union podcasts onto my Itunes account. The podcast was changed, so I wasn't getting uploads, that go me kindof angry when It wouldn't bring up the Kingdom Hearts Union thing. Whatever. I am trying to download more songs onto my Ipod, since I have only 71 songs since I had to restart my Ipod. I use to have over 300 songs, but pfft. All gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned my entire room today minus in my desk drawers and I still need to vaccum at the end of my bed and under my desk. I'll do that tomorrow though. My room is the cleanest it has been in a while! And I actually don't mind it being clean, because now I can actually move in my room without fear of stepping on anything. I'm happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that, I got extentsions in my hair. The hairdresser showed me how to take them off if I need to. It's hard to do, I get my mom to help. I don't like taking them off, so I don't. Here's a pic of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee134/Sayuri_034/100_0800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 203px;" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee134/Sayuri_034/100_0800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's pretty, it makes my face slimmer. Plus the flash of the camera makes my eyes seem brighter and a lighter hazel colour. For some reason people say my eyes are brown, but in light they are actually a really pretty hazel. They are dark green around the edges then fade into a lighter dark green in the center, and then dark brown around the pupil and lighter brown around the edges. They make like slashes around my eyes. In that photo however, it is not shown, just brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently listening to Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin and finishing the finishing touches on my Cell project, mentioned in an eariler blog. Tomorrow when I bring it in, I will just need to bring it to school tomorrow and leave it there till the end. Then if there is any left over (it's edible a cake), I bring it home for my family to snack on. Then I will study some more for my learners test. I will also have to practice my group dance. Since I might be doing my dance in the assembly coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4641426251963253286-981210367057755196?l=yuuki-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/981210367057755196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/981210367057755196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/2009/12/itunes-and-cleaning.html' title='Itunes and Cleaning'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045302603178995778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/TGObr34dh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyktL527IbQ/S220/036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641426251963253286.post-7692559521236187798</id><published>2009-12-15T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T07:22:19.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learners Test</title><content type='html'>I'm taking a online learners permit thing. And it's so STUPID. It has a picture of a car and it shows the blind spots, then says "&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What you can not see in your vehicle rear and side view mirrors is said to be in your&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I mean come on...it's that fucking obvious that even a fricking dumbass can figure it out. I can't beleive that I failed this test. I got the answers that were suppose to be right, wrong. The actual test, however. I hope is going to be much less confusing and have actual correct answers. Ugh. I hate that website, but it isn't the offical one. And that was my second test. The first was signs, I got 96% on it which made me happy. Then again, I am pretty familiar with them. I should ask my mom to pick up a drivers booklet sometime this week so I can bring it with me to my grandparents place. My dad likes to cut the internet off from my laptop when I'm still using the internet. He's such an ass... well I'll post this tomorrow morning before I go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye~&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/4641426251963253286-7692559521236187798?l=yuuki-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/7692559521236187798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/7692559521236187798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/2009/12/learners-test.html' title='Learners Test'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045302603178995778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/TGObr34dh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyktL527IbQ/S220/036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641426251963253286.post-1239202516121648170</id><published>2009-12-15T07:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T07:14:14.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update.</title><content type='html'>Youtube officallly hates me. Yup...taking like 8 hours to upload a video. LAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4641426251963253286-1239202516121648170?l=yuuki-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/1239202516121648170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/1239202516121648170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/2009/12/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update.'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045302603178995778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/TGObr34dh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyktL527IbQ/S220/036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641426251963253286.post-2068705173055581396</id><published>2009-12-14T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:16:15.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished</title><content type='html'>Yo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finished my vlog, except I just need to edit it, since it's too long to go on youtube without having to pay. Which I hate about websites, you have to pay to get stuff you want, but don't really need. I'm talking to Kaoru over AIM right now, and Amal on FB, well both over FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I baked two cakes today, instead of one. My first one, the chocolate one crumbled and didn't work. My second on, the vanilla one, didn't. It's perfect. We (me and my partners) just have to shape and add things to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently the second part is saving onto .wav file onto my computer. So it'll be a few more moments till that is done, so I shall attempt to force Mikky into making a video with Maddie, except where she is it's 1o...so I bet maddie's asleep. And she has pratice, which I find boring, cus in that like 30 minutes no one talks. Anyways. My friend got herself  a boyfriend without knowing it...she was trying to get him to come over to hang with us. Except she worded it wrong saying "I'll go out with you, you'd come over?" so they are dating now, because he said yes. Until one breaks up, they are dating. And my friend doesn't like the guy that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes someone else that way even more. Like she wants to tap him sorta way. Only less sexual XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye~♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4641426251963253286-2068705173055581396?l=yuuki-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/2068705173055581396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/2068705173055581396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/2009/12/finished.html' title='Finished'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045302603178995778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/TGObr34dh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyktL527IbQ/S220/036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641426251963253286.post-3334625576272212003</id><published>2009-12-13T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:17:05.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown started.</title><content type='html'>Edit: I just checked out Amal's blog, and she was right. I checked it as soon as I ate, and wasn't busy. So pretty much right after I woke up XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple of countdowns ready to start, well, two have started, the others haven't yet. My countdowns that have started;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till End of School: 5&lt;br /&gt;Till X-mas: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The ones that haven't started are the one to my birthday, and till otafest. Which I hope my wig comes in tomorrow or tuesday, because if not. Then I will panic, because I ordered my wig two weeks ago, and they where suppose to come here last friday. Except they aren't here, yet. Also if they never do arrive, that means we are around 100 dollars short. Since me and Sora's wigs cost around 80 dollars each then wig heads are 5 each so 90 then hair cap things each 10 so 110 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I shall also be counting down till amal's b-day, because I want to say happy b-day. And if I forget again I shall feel sad. Since this year when her birthday came up, I didn't realize it until she posted two more chapters up on her story &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5211351/1/"&gt;Black and Red Roses&lt;/a&gt; on FF. I feel sad since she said &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Author’s note: Since today is my birthday, I’m treating you fellow readers to a long chapter! Enjoy reading it!" and I didn't even realize that until I got on and saw she posted like two new chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start thinking of a question to ask Alex for tomorrow on my vlog. Except I'm not sure what I should ask, I already know stuff about her, like her food fetish, and that she has a sister. I have to also bash Kaoru teasingly about her love for Princess TuTu, which I don't really mind. My list of things to do in the next week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bake a Cake for a project&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish up all threads on my site&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start and Finish my cake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Show Amal what snow looks like&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vlog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Close down my site&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;That is pretty much it, but that is busier then it seems to be to most people. This is the busist I might ever get in a week, or even a day. I hope, seriously, hope that my class isn't idoits this week, so our teachers don't get all angry and assign us homework over our break, because I don't like doing homework over a break. I could never live in places where they get summer homework, like in Japan. It wouldn't work out at all, that is why when I get older and not going to school anymore, I want to move to Japan. That doesn't make sense does it? Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I'm ranting, so I'm going to stop typing soon, and attempt to get some rests, I have a major head ache. The only reason I will try to stay on, is if Amal gets on. Since I only get to talk to her around 7 -10 at night which is when I am usually on, or around 6-7 in the morning, when she is just about to go to sleep. Once break starts, however, and I go to my grandparents house, I will be able to stay up extremely late at night to talk to her. Because I love her that much♥.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay for real now. Bye♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4641426251963253286-3334625576272212003?l=yuuki-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/3334625576272212003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/3334625576272212003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/2009/12/countdown-started.html' title='Countdown started.'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045302603178995778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/TGObr34dh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyktL527IbQ/S220/036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641426251963253286.post-6622104684993344142</id><published>2009-12-13T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:12:00.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edited Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/SyVz8l1EALI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KAlLlV8dYOM/s1600-h/quayside060600050_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/SyVz8l1EALI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KAlLlV8dYOM/s320/quayside060600050_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414861611766907058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/SyVz8MJTqVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6h38gH4sXbM/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/SyVz8MJTqVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6h38gH4sXbM/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414861604872497490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/SyVz7yfEgfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZZBZaEZbyoo/s1600-h/quayside060600050+copy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/SyVz7yfEgfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZZBZaEZbyoo/s320/quayside060600050+copy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414861597984457202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/SyVz7jpn2fI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Cjw8nG93tqg/s1600-h/quayside060600050+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/SyVz7jpn2fI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Cjw8nG93tqg/s320/quayside060600050+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414861594002184690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I edited the pictures above, minus the first one. I used Photoshops Elements 5.0 and the following brushes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sugargrl14.deviantart.com/art/Swirls-and-Sparkles-83999125"&gt;Swirls and Sparkles&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://sugargrl14.deviantart.com/"&gt;'Sugargirl14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://redheadstock.deviantart.com/art/Flames-Fire-Photoshop-Brushes-17721488"&gt;Flames Fire Photoshop Brushes&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://redheadstock.deviantart.com/"&gt;RedHeadStock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://redheadstock.deviantart.com/art/Water-Photoshop-Brushes-37338369"&gt;Water Photoshop Brushes&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://redheadstock.deviantart.com/"&gt;RedHeadStock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://spiritsighs-stock.deviantart.com/art/Foliage-5-15245132"&gt; Foliage 5&lt;/a&gt; by&lt;a href="http://spiritsighs-stock.deviantart.com/"&gt; spiritsigh-stock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://circe-baka.deviantart.com/art/Blood-Splatter-Brushes-Pack-116767140"&gt;Blood Splatter Brushes Pack&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://circe-baka.deviantart.com/"&gt;Circe-Baka&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so i am currently talking to &lt;/span&gt;my buddies on aim.&lt;br /&gt;we were playing hangman, and i won all three times.&lt;br /&gt;it was epic. all quotes from invader zim. i'm listening to&lt;br /&gt;leave out all the rest by linkin park. pretty sexy song.&lt;br /&gt;i got my sister to join in for the vlog tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;except i have no clue what we are going to do.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to show amal snow, but after that i&lt;br /&gt;dun really know what i'm going to talk about,&lt;br /&gt;expecially since sora will try to distract me during it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun know what else to post, besides the fact that i'm hungry&lt;br /&gt;and it's 6.43 where amal is...i wonder what's for supper..&lt;br /&gt;i'm having pizza! my sister is having dinner at her work,&lt;br /&gt;so my parents are going out, and i get pizza.&lt;br /&gt;i love my sister offically! as in a you are my best friend&lt;br /&gt;or sisterly way. incest=bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4641426251963253286-6622104684993344142?l=yuuki-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/6622104684993344142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/6622104684993344142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-edited-pictures-above-minus-first-one.html' title='Edited Pics'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045302603178995778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/TGObr34dh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyktL527IbQ/S220/036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/SyVz8l1EALI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KAlLlV8dYOM/s72-c/quayside060600050_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641426251963253286.post-4077599799014498897</id><published>2009-12-12T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T22:17:29.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally~</title><content type='html'>Yo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally done all the coding and stuff! I went through, probably 10is, different skins till I found this one. It had everything I wanted, it was close to the side. It had no Navbar. Plus it's not bright. Which is another plus, since I don't like bright things. So I'm not very fond of the posting page...to bright for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's 11:01 at night, and I'm not as tired as I usually am at this time. Plus the fact that my internet hasn't been turned off, and I am talking to my friends who thankfully stay up this late. I think their nuts since their time, currently, is 1:02 in the morning. Which I have stayed up later then, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Amal for changing the lryics to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kerna Ku Sayang Kamu&lt;/span&gt;. I appreticate it! I love that song offically now. Except the English lyrics sound a litte, odd. Like someone is stalking you. Kindof like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two Steps Behind&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deff Lappard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Whatever you do) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll be two steps behind you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Wherever you go) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and I'll be there to remind you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that it only takes a minute of your precious time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to turn around and I'll be two steps behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is some creepy shit! If someone appeared behind me and whispered those words into my ear, I would fucking scream, before beating them. It sounds as if the person is like either a body guard or just a fucking rapist! Like Mikky XD jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting till Amal posts her Vlog, is taking forever! She's around 22 hours ahead of me, so she has to wait until it is 12 o clock here to post. Which means, if my dad forgets to turn off the internet, I'll be able to watch. Except if he does, I have to wait till tomorrow... Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4641426251963253286-4077599799014498897?l=yuuki-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/4077599799014498897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/4077599799014498897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/2009/12/finally.html' title='Finally~'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045302603178995778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/TGObr34dh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyktL527IbQ/S220/036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4641426251963253286.post-2038956318110766236</id><published>2009-12-12T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T19:57:01.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEST POST</title><content type='html'>TEST POST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4641426251963253286-2038956318110766236?l=yuuki-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/2038956318110766236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4641426251963253286/posts/default/2038956318110766236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuuki-rose.blogspot.com/2009/12/test-post.html' title='TEST POST'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045302603178995778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-B6EohInhc/TGObr34dh6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyktL527IbQ/S220/036.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
