<?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-5072388</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:47:41.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagined Eclipse</title><subtitle type='html'>A place to for me to put my thoughts, because I need a good place to let my imagination run wild.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-108717105573698899</id><published>2004-06-13T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T16:57:35.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O.o  I have a boyfriend.  And I love him.  Alot.  This is a very odd situation for me.  Definately a first.  ^-^  I can't say that it's a bad feeling, though.  I think it's love, I'm pretty darn sure it is.  All I know is that if it isn't, I don't want to be in love.  I don't think I could handle caring for a single human being more than this.  It would bug the heck outta me.  That sounded bad, and I didn't really mean for it to, but I'm lazy, so ok.  &gt;.&lt;  It's so weird!  How can I miss him this much when I saw him the day before yesterday!  I guess I'm excited 'cause I'm gonna be seeing him again tomorrow!  Ok, I'm yammering, but I feel that I get babble rights.  In all my eighteen years of life, this is the first time I'm had a boyfriend.  In 6 days we will have been dating for 1 month.  ^-^  Not long, true, but it's an achievement for me.  *cuddles Morgan's shirt*  Ok, I'm in a good mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-108717105573698899?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/108717105573698899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/108717105573698899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108717105573698899' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-108559158816876075</id><published>2004-05-26T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T10:13:08.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Seventh Level of Hell!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's Inferno Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-108559158816876075?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/108559158816876075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/108559158816876075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108559158816876075' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-108559155270212455</id><published>2004-05-26T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T10:12:32.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Seventh Level of Hell!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's Inferno Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-108559155270212455?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/108559155270212455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/108559155270212455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108559155270212455' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-108053459966135480</id><published>2004-03-28T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T20:33:28.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever lost faith in the things you once held so dear?  Love, life, hope, the sky and earth?  I feel like that right now.  Nothing is right.  I don't know if it can even ever be right again...  My head hurts, I feel sick, but I can't muster enough courage to show the world who I am.  I can't cry because my grandfather is dying.  I can't tell the person I love how I feel.  I can't even feel safe inside my skin.  Something isn't right...  I just wish I knew what...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-108053459966135480?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/108053459966135480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/108053459966135480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108053459966135480' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-107327609037626815</id><published>2004-01-04T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T20:16:28.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*blinks*  Wow.  I must be really predictable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SuperCurlz/1059385856_CWINDOWSDesktopLotR.JPG" border="0" alt="CWINDOWSDesktopLotR.JPG"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lord of the Rings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SuperCurlz/quizzes/What%20movie%20Do%20you%20Belong%20in%3F(many%20different%20outcomes!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-107327609037626815?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/107327609037626815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/107327609037626815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107327609037626815' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-107310598607267717</id><published>2004-01-02T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T21:01:56.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's Inferno Hell Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Wow.  Think it's because I'm bi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-107310598607267717?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/107310598607267717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/107310598607267717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107310598607267717' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-107189858930238611</id><published>2003-12-19T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T21:37:45.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ow.  Now, on top of my writers block, I have to deal with distress from RotK...  Just end it all now.  Somehow it would fit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-107189858930238611?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/107189858930238611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/107189858930238611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107189858930238611' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106844201336799564</id><published>2003-11-09T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T21:27:16.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.luminesce-impression.com/stereotypequiz.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.luminesce-impression.com/outcast.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;which stereotype are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this at Dixxy's blog...  I know that no one comes here, and I don't know Dixxy, but yeah..  She deserves a shout.  So, if there is anyone out there:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/~dixxymouri  and&lt;br /&gt;http://dixxy.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;So, other news.  I have not been here in forever.  That should be kinda obvious, huh...  Um, actually I'm posting on a fairly regular basis at my deviantart journal, so I've been bad about posting here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Breaking Down the Walls week was a BLAST!  We had a ton of fun, and it was a huge success.  I enjoied it and learned a lot about myself at the same time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question:  Should I be brave and tell the guy I like how I feel, even though he may already have a girlfriend or someone else he likes?&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know the answer to this one...  I mean, he's a year younger than me, so at the end of the year when I graduate, that's the end...  I know it would be anyway, but he'd still be in TuHS and I'd be elsewhere...  My argument's not that great, but it is a circumstance to think about...  *sighs*  I think I'll just keep my mouth shut for now.  Maybe I'll be ready to profess my feeling when I'm ready to admit WHO it is that I have feelings for....  I'm so confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106844201336799564?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106844201336799564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106844201336799564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106844201336799564' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106695889966111066</id><published>2003-10-23T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T18:28:21.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And life at good old TuHS goes on... *sighs* I want it to be tomorrow.... Aside from the fact that it will be warmer and I may not be freezing to death, I get to go to a meeting for Breaking Down the Walls.. I'm so excited for that. It seems like a wonderful program and I'm glad I get to be apart of it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, well.. I'd rather not talk about today. It wasn't that bad except I bombed a test and felt like crap. Gotta love those cramps... They were the cause of everything that went wrong today, not kidding.... *groans* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however get Kuwari interested in Powderfinger, so now I'm not the only person in school who's heard of them! *cheers* :Towns People: Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: What do you do when your creativity runs dry?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106695889966111066?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106695889966111066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106695889966111066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106695889966111066' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106675090248268422</id><published>2003-10-21T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T08:41:42.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What did I do to deserve 3 periods in 2 months?  Hm?  *cries*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106675090248268422?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106675090248268422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106675090248268422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106675090248268422' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106649268683816434</id><published>2003-10-18T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T08:58:06.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHY THE HECK CAN"T I CONTROL MY CREATIVITY???  WHEN I JUST WRITE SOMETHING DOWN IT COMES OUT WONDERFUL, BUT WHEN I SPEND ALOT OF TIME AND ENERGY PUTTING A TON OF THOUGHT INTO IT IT SUCKS!!!!!  *pants then bursts into tears*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106649268683816434?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106649268683816434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106649268683816434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106649268683816434' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106602045025861196</id><published>2003-10-12T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T21:50:01.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, what I did today.  Me and Dad went to lunch at Red Robin (yum!) and then went to the &lt;br /&gt;Japanese Garden and the Oregon Vietnam Veteran's Memorial.  It was possibly the most &lt;br /&gt;relaxing afternoon I've ever had.  Portland's gardners deserve so much more praise than they &lt;br /&gt;are given.  And the memorial was so fully of emotions that I nearly cried.  Yeah...  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106602045025861196?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106602045025861196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106602045025861196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106602045025861196' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106590638210732438</id><published>2003-10-11T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T14:08:45.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm BACK!  Yay!!!  That was WAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY more driving than my butt&lt;br /&gt;wanted or needed.  So, I went to Weed, California to see the college campus there &lt;br /&gt;and ADORED IT!!  The town was SOOOOOOO kawaii (population-3,000  elevation-3,467...), and the campus was beautiful, if a little pink.  Yes, I said pink...  All the &lt;br /&gt;buildings were painted this dusty pink shade...  It was pretty though and the view of &lt;br /&gt;Mt. Shasta was incredible...  The buildings were a bit run-down, but definately livable.  &lt;br /&gt;I was also blown away by the fire surpression program.  It looks and sounds &lt;br /&gt;wonderful.  I think that this is the college that I am going to end up going to...  Really. &lt;br /&gt;I loved it that much...  *grins*  I'll probably make my decision within the week...  The &lt;br /&gt;other thing is.  Out of 30 or so, the average number of girls in the program in about &lt;br /&gt;4....  *giggles and oogles the guys*  I can DEAL!  Ok, I'm done now...  I need to go get &lt;br /&gt;unpacked...  I'll write more in the next few days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106590638210732438?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106590638210732438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106590638210732438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106590638210732438' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106564088172336368</id><published>2003-10-08T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T12:21:21.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow...  Moods can drastically effect the outcome of these quizes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Ruri-chan/1056293396_Ahope.JPG" border="0" alt="You represent... hope."&gt;&lt;br&gt;You represent... hope.&lt;br /&gt;You're quite a daydreamer and can be a hopeless&lt;br&gt;romantic.  You enjoy being creative and don't&lt;br&gt;mind being alone at times.  You have goals, and&lt;br&gt;know what you want in life... even if they are&lt;br&gt;a little far fetched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ruri-chan/quizzes/What%20feeling%20do%20you%20represent%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What feeling do you represent?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106564088172336368?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106564088172336368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106564088172336368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106564088172336368' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106564059330830829</id><published>2003-10-08T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T12:16:33.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are times I would love to live in the Middle Ages...  The knights in shining armor, King Arthur and the Round Table, chivalry, Sir Gawain, romance, magic, Sir Galahad, honor, glory, gods, fairies...  The list goes on.  No one today is like that.  As the famous quote from Chicago say: "Now every son of a b**** is a snake in the grass!!!!  Whatever happened to class?"  I need a knight in shining armor.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*holds up sign*  KNIGHT NEEDED!  PAYS WELL...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*  Maybe the want ads would be a better idea...  *goes to find Newspaper so she can sheck the prices*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106564059330830829?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106564059330830829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106564059330830829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106564059330830829' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106558634876462605</id><published>2003-10-07T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T21:12:28.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whee...  So, after tomorrow I will vanish from the radar for a few days..  I'm going to California for college visiting.  Yay.  Actually it should be lots of fun, but it involves a 7 hour drive, which I am not looking forward to.....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as writing goes, I AM OVER MY WRITERS BLOCK!!!  I just am not sure what to do with my stories...  They are ok, but yeah...  I'll work on them and try to have them posted soon...  If I don't post tomorrow, SEE Y'ALL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106558634876462605?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106558634876462605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106558634876462605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106558634876462605' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106554243073371848</id><published>2003-10-07T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T09:00:30.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Poetry To Do List:&lt;br /&gt;-The Demon Cart of Tualatin High&lt;br /&gt;-The Cart that Couldn't Turn Left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask...  You would've had to been there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106554243073371848?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106554243073371848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106554243073371848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106554243073371848' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106546671385504616</id><published>2003-10-06T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T11:58:33.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to get rid of this evil thing called writers block.  It sucks...  Seriously...  *growls*  How on earth can I make it go away?!?!?!  I have a story to finish and character profiles to work on for Santa Fe's story, and a billion things I need to start or even update....  *hisses*  I no like not being able to think of things....  I like being creative.  Creativity is GOOD!!!!!!  *screams and rips hair out*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106546671385504616?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106546671385504616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106546671385504616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106546671385504616' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106545659945738352</id><published>2003-10-06T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T09:09:59.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I no like writer's block....  Icky...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106545659945738352?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106545659945738352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106545659945738352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106545659945738352' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106541757339755662</id><published>2003-10-05T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T22:19:33.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Took this quiz seriously three times and got three completly different answers...  What does that say about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SpazMatazz/1042696708_MoonGddess.jpg" border="0" alt="Moon Goddess"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Goddess of the Moon. Beauty, yet a sadness lurks&lt;br&gt;about you at times. But hey, pain is beauty,&lt;br&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SpazMatazz/quizzes/What%20element%20would%20you%20rein%20over%3F%20(For%20Girls)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What element would you rein over? (For Girls)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106541757339755662?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106541757339755662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106541757339755662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106541757339755662' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106541743957081799</id><published>2003-10-05T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T22:17:19.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SpazMatazz/1042697160_nightgddss.jpg" border="0" alt="MoonGoddess"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Goddess of the Night. Beautiful yet a strange&lt;br&gt;darkness and sadness lurk about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SpazMatazz/quizzes/What%20element%20would%20you%20rein%20over%3F%20(For%20Girls)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What element would you rein over? (For Girls)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106541743957081799?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106541743957081799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106541743957081799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106541743957081799' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106541727603451370</id><published>2003-10-05T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T22:14:36.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1034277815_tioncuddle.jpg" border="0" alt="cuddle and a kiss"&gt;&lt;br&gt;cuddle and a kiss on the forehead - you like to be&lt;br&gt;close to your special someone and feel warm,&lt;br&gt;comfortable, and needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/theandrea/quizzes/What%20Sign%20of%20Affection%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Sign of Affection Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106541727603451370?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106541727603451370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106541727603451370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106541727603451370' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106541681744508485</id><published>2003-10-05T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T22:06:57.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SpazMatazz/1042696403_esh2ogddss.jpg" border="0" alt="Water Goddess"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Water Goddess. You like peace and serenity and are&lt;br&gt;usually content with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SpazMatazz/quizzes/What%20element%20would%20you%20rein%20over%3F%20(For%20Girls)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What element would you rein over? (For Girls)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106541681744508485?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106541681744508485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106541681744508485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106541681744508485' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106541670240895554</id><published>2003-10-05T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T22:05:02.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/eas73/1058595136_turesjack6.JPG" border="0" alt="jack growl ropey"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aye, you are "Human hair.  From my back."&lt;br&gt;Sometimes you don't make any sense at all, but&lt;br&gt;largely others find that charming.  You are not&lt;br&gt;very sure of yourself, so it's tough for people&lt;br&gt;to take you seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/eas73/quizzes/Which%20one%20of%20Captain%20Jack%20Sparrow's%20bizarre%20sayings%20from%20Pirates%20of%20the%20Caribbean%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which one of Captain Jack Sparrow's bizarre sayings from Pirates of the Caribbean are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106541670240895554?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106541670240895554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106541670240895554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106541670240895554' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106541647096452459</id><published>2003-10-05T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T22:01:11.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061402544_oprevenge2.jpg" border="0" alt="nemesis"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nemesis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Of%20The%20Greek%20Gods%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106541647096452459?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106541647096452459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106541647096452459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106541647096452459' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106541638519157332</id><published>2003-10-05T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T21:59:44.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/xdeadxstarx/1043989612_icturesRed.JPG" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Heart is Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xdeadxstarx/quizzes/What%20Color%20is%20Your%20Heart%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Color is Your Heart? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106541638519157332?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106541638519157332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106541638519157332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106541638519157332' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106541553319122677</id><published>2003-10-05T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T21:45:32.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/teo592/quiz/dragon.html" target=_new&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;A SILVER Dragon Lies Beneath!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.abednarz.net/dragons/drsilver.jpg" border=1 alt="My inner dragon color is SILVER. Click here to try the Quiz!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inner dragon is to dragons what the Ranger is to humans. I possess considerable intelligence and self-confidence. I live by my own code of ethics and I stick to it at all times. Click the image to try the Inner Dragon Online Quiz for yourself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106541553319122677?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106541553319122677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106541553319122677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106541553319122677' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106541288138950497</id><published>2003-10-05T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T21:01:21.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sobs*  Armageddon never fails to make me cry....  It's just so sad!  *cries some more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm better now...  Kinda.  Anyway, I went to homecoming last night and it was not worth my date's 8 bucks to get in...  Yeah.  We had a crappy DJ.  But the dinner at Olive Garden was so much fun it's not even funny.  We had such fun.  The conversation and company were great!  After the hour of pain we spent at the actual dance we went to my dates house and played a little pool and then watched a bit of Ferris!  YAY FOR MATTHEW BRODERICK!!!!  So, yeah that was my last night....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*  I got a million things to do.  Which mean I won't be able to go into greater detail....  Hasta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106541288138950497?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106541288138950497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106541288138950497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106541288138950497' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106541164771153775</id><published>2003-10-05T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T20:40:47.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Ruri-chan/1056289243_Aangst.JPG" border="0" alt="You represent... angst."&gt;&lt;br&gt;You represent... angst.&lt;br /&gt;You have an extremely cynical outlook on just about&lt;br&gt;everything.  It's okay to sulk and be&lt;br&gt;depressed, but life is short, and you only get&lt;br&gt;one.  It's only what you make it, and only you&lt;br&gt;can make it improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ruri-chan/quizzes/What%20feeling%20do%20you%20represent%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What feeling do you represent?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106541164771153775?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106541164771153775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106541164771153775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106541164771153775' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106503855226143220</id><published>2003-10-01T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T13:02:32.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just wanna say thanks to kevin from TuHS for reminding me why it is I hate teenaged males.  Especially the ones here in Oregon.  At least boys in the South are polite to girls..  Most of the time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106503855226143220?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106503855226143220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106503855226143220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106503855226143220' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106502477536795101</id><published>2003-10-01T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T09:13:35.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POPPY!  DO NOT WATCH THE 10 MIN PREVIEW FOR THE RETURN OF THE KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  (Or the trailer for that matter...  You know, skipping the movie might also be a good idea...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I am almost ready to send my currently untitled Newsie fic off for editing.....  And I am almost ready to begin Santa Fe's story.  So, yeah...  Life goes on...  Without me. I have no freakin time to do anything!!!  ARGHHHH!!!  Between Dance class and Karate and the evil that is school I HAVE NO LIFE!!!!!  *cries*  I want to write, but I'm so tired that I have major writers block....  Ok, I have to go to class now.  *sighs*  Hasta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106502477536795101?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106502477536795101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106502477536795101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106502477536795101' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106485145101078804</id><published>2003-09-29T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T09:04:11.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY!  I got a dress!  *happy dance*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pouts*  I also got writers block...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!  I got to see the Return of the King trailer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pouts*  It's still only September....  *cries*  It's just so beautiful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106485145101078804?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106485145101078804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106485145101078804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106485145101078804' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106443301346614093</id><published>2003-09-24T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T12:50:13.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate males.  I had almost forgotten that before CG today.  *curses freshmen males to the lowest levels of hell*  You know what?  Scratch that.  Highs School males ALL (well, there are a few exceptions...) deserve that fate.  *sighs*  I wish it were 1899.  At least 99% of guys then were polite, as opposed to the 99% who don't know what the word polite means in good old 2003.  I am so glad that I'll be graduating this year.  I want out of this FRIKIN HELL HOLE!!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Mush: *makes the grave mistake of walking in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*glares*  *mutters*  Men.  *normal*  What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Mush:  *swallows*  Mail?  *hands her letters*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*opens letter and curses* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Mush:  Do I want to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First letter I get from a college and they don't want me....  *sighs*  Ah well, that wasn't one of my top three anyway...  *starts to cry*  THEY DON"T LOVE ME!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Mush: *pats her back*  Their loss.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well I better get.  I have things I need to do.  Like go on a homocidal rampage and kill all the male frosh at my school...  *sighs*  The things a girl has to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106443301346614093?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106443301346614093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106443301346614093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106443301346614093' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106419303558822004</id><published>2003-09-21T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T18:10:35.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay!!!  I love how my Bumlets ficcy is turning out!  It's so sweet!!  I'll send it off for Betaing tonight, if I finish that is...  *grins*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eep..  Anyway, now I get to spill my issues.  I AM GOING TO HOMECOMING IN LESS THAN TWO WEEKS AND I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR!!!!!!!! ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breaths*  I just needed to get that out... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes off to panic*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106419303558822004?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106419303558822004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106419303558822004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106419303558822004' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106419274340866673</id><published>2003-09-21T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T18:05:43.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shadowman &lt;br /&gt;By: K’s Choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any time tomorrow I will lie and say I’m fine&lt;br /&gt;I’ll say yes when I mean no&lt;br /&gt;And any time tomorrow the sun will cease to shine&lt;br /&gt;There’s a shadowman who told me so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any time tomorrow the rain will play a part&lt;br /&gt;Of a play I used to know&lt;br /&gt;Like no other used to know it all by heart&lt;br /&gt;But a shadowman inside has let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no let go of my hand&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no not now I’m down, my friend&lt;br /&gt;You came to me anew&lt;br /&gt;Or was it me who came to you&lt;br /&gt;Shadowman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any time tomorrow a part of me will die&lt;br /&gt;And a new one will be born&lt;br /&gt;Any time tomorrow I’ll get sick of asking why&lt;br /&gt;Sick of all the darkness I have worn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any time tomorrow I will try to do what’s right&lt;br /&gt;Making sense of all I can&lt;br /&gt;Any time tomorrow I’ll pretend to see the light&lt;br /&gt;I just might&lt;br /&gt;Shadowman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh here’s the sun again&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it appealing to recline&lt;br /&gt;Get blinded and to go into the light again&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t it make you sad to see so much love denied&lt;br /&gt;See nothing but a shadowman inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no let go of my hand&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no not now I’m down, my friend&lt;br /&gt;You came to me anew&lt;br /&gt;Or was it me who came to you&lt;br /&gt;Shadowman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you’re coming down to rescue me&lt;br /&gt;Now would be perfect&lt;br /&gt;Please, if you’re coming down to rescue me&lt;br /&gt;Now would be perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106419274340866673?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106419274340866673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106419274340866673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106419274340866673' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106416861159847413</id><published>2003-09-21T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T11:23:31.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*growls*  It's this time of month that I hate being a girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*continues to grumble as her Muses back away in fear*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106416861159847413?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106416861159847413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106416861159847413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106416861159847413' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106412288750925783</id><published>2003-09-20T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T22:41:27.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*laughs*  I'm so done now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Phase is Nemesis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertandtim.topcities.com/quiz/tragic/tragicquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img border=1 vspace=5 hspace=5 src='http://robertandtim.topcities.com/quiz/tragic/nemesis3.jpg'&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which Phase of the Greek Tragic Cycle Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertandtim.topcities.com/quiz"&gt;Take More Robert &amp; Tim Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertandtim.topcities.com/animation"&gt;Watch Robert &amp; Tim Cartoons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106412288750925783?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106412288750925783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106412288750925783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106412288750925783' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106412228150362443</id><published>2003-09-20T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T22:31:21.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whee...  Go me...  FYI- I believe there is a God, but SHE doesn't support any of the religious orginizations on th eplanet....  Go watch Dogma.  Yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am Nothing!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertandtim.topcities.com/quiz/christ/christquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img border=1 src='http://robertandtim.topcities.com/quiz/christ/nothing.jpg'&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which Enemy of the Christian Church Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertandtim.topcities.com/quiz"&gt;Take More of Robert &amp; Tim's Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://robertandtim.topcities.com/animation"&gt;Watch Robert &amp; Tim's Cartoons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106412228150362443?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106412228150362443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106412228150362443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106412228150362443' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106390876542923961</id><published>2003-09-18T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T11:12:45.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*is proud*  Ok, I think I just 100% on my Vocab test, which makes me very happy since I am horrible at vocab...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah...  I have these three Newsies stories that I am working on right now, and I am really happy with the way that they are turning out, but then there is the problem I am having with High Times, Hard Times...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*curses*  I have MAJOR SOUL-EATING WRITER'S BLOCK!!!  ARRRRGGGGGGGGAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!  So, yeah...  It may be awhile before I finish that up...  Anyway, I am going to go and write some more now....  &lt;br /&gt;Hasta!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW- The Nothing But You alternate ending should be posted in a few days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106390876542923961?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106390876542923961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106390876542923961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106390876542923961' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106365747361745074</id><published>2003-09-15T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T13:24:33.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The past three days have beyond rocked!  I got to go to my friend's 18th birthday party, which was made even better due to the fact that Poppy flew over from Ohio to visit!!!  We had fun.  The only part I didn't like was the South Park the Movie part, and that wasn't so bad because I got to sing &lt;em&gt;Brian Boytano&lt;/em&gt;, and, well, Trey Parker created it...  Duh.  It can't be all bad if he is the maker...  Not that I care for the show.  It's humor just doesn't appeal to me.  I don't give a rip if it's political commentary...  It just doesn't pickle my cucumber...  Whee...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been home sick today so I have been working on my stories &lt;em&gt;Nothing But You&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;High Times, Hard Times&lt;/em&gt;...  Those should be out to my Beta people soon....  Probably tonight or tomorrow...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!!!  I also got the K's Choice CD today...  I LOVE IT SO DANG MUCH THAT IT"S NOT EVEN REMOTELY CLOSE TO FUNNY!!!!  So, yeah...  That's life right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy Plug: &lt;br /&gt;Go buy and eat a Harry and David Deluxe Milk Chocolate Moose Munch Bar....  *drools*  They are SO good....&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;How do you make a Moose Munch Bar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Start with buttery caramel corn.  Fold it with smooth chocolate laced with whole almonds, cashews and toffee bits.  Drench it in plenty of sweet chocolate.  Extravagant?  You bet.  Try some right now!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106365747361745074?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106365747361745074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106365747361745074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106365747361745074' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106315222913547208</id><published>2003-09-09T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T17:03:49.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a horrible headache.  Dunno why, or where it came from, but here it is...  Had a rather dull day.  Wasn't in my Leadership class so no highly cute, interested(?) guy to oogle...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a pluss note I got to go shopping last night and got two new pairs of pants(one with susenders!  YAY!), two new shirts, and a new sweater that says Brooklyn in big orange letters...  Whee...  I'm not coherent, so sorry if this doesn't make sense....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fic updates: &lt;br /&gt;Sorry, none yet.  I've been really busy and today I've felt like dog crap, so yeah...  I am getting bits and peices done here and there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go wallow in misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  Last thing..  POPPY MAY BE COMING BACK FOR A VISIT!!  I'm really excited about that... It's just not the same without her around....  Anyway, my bed is calling.  Hasta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106315222913547208?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106315222913547208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106315222913547208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106315222913547208' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106303712422621019</id><published>2003-09-08T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T09:05:24.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*points at the paper she is writing on*  See!  I'm writing!  See!!!  *kicks her muses for not wanting to work*  At least they are learning not  to abandon me in the middle of a project...  Well, *picks up pen* back to work!!!&lt;br /&gt;:Mush: *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;:Blink: *sulks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106303712422621019?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106303712422621019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106303712422621019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106303712422621019' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106299449105594213</id><published>2003-09-07T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T21:14:51.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a weekend!  Life rocks!  I got to go camping with my dad, and we got to have a campfire and everything!  It was beyond cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah...  Oh!  I just read this great book today!  &lt;em&gt;The Journal of Finn Reardon: A Newsie in New York City, 1899&lt;/em&gt;  It was such a wonderufl book!  Go read it!  All of you!  Even those of you who don't like Newsies!  *grns*  Racetrack and Mush are main characters....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tralala...  Guess that's it...  Have been a lazy bum with my writing but am planning on working on them tomorrow....  Well, Hasta!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"God sends earthquakes and babies, but I wish in His mercy He wouldn't send them together."&lt;/em&gt;  from: Earthquake at Dawn by: Kristina Gregory  Go read that too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106299449105594213?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106299449105594213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106299449105594213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106299449105594213' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106286854770623128</id><published>2003-09-06T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T10:15:47.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First week of school is over and done with and I am now unbelieveably disturbed about my Auto Shop class..  I swear on my Newsies DVD that Spot, Specs, and Snitch are in there with me.  I don't think I stopped smiling or blushing the entire time...  Then again I did fall outta my chair first thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am having massive amounts of computer problems, so I can't get to my e-mail or fanfiction.net to be able to post anything.  In fact, I'm typing this off-line then am hoping I will be able to post it when I get on...  *crosses fingers*  Well, I need to go get ready for my camping trip with my Dad...  So, I'll try to get lots of writing done for my nice kind Beta people, so that when my computer gets fixed they will have stuff to read!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plug of the Day: &lt;br /&gt;Go read Anti-Feline my my friend Kuwari..  She is such an amazing artist...&lt;br /&gt;http://antifeline.keenspace.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106286854770623128?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106286854770623128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106286854770623128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106286854770623128' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106268787337094109</id><published>2003-09-04T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T08:04:33.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I know it's the first day of school, and so, by defination, it  should be a bad day, but OMG this has been such a great day so far!!!!!!!   I got to start my morning off by imitating Legolas, which always puts me in a good mood, and then I got 2, count 'em, 2 spudnuts for breakfast!!!  YUM!!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explinations of what the heck I just said.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I am now a SENIOR!!!  *grins* Worship me...&lt;br /&gt;~Since there is so much smoke in the air, the sunrise was extremely red and highly beautiful...  "A red sun rises...  Blood has been spilled this night..."&lt;br /&gt;~Spudnuts...  *drools*  i only know of one place to get these in the US and it certainly isn't here in Portland...  My mom's boyfriend brought back 3 of these delicious potatoe doughnuts back from the Tri-Cities yesterday....  Heaven!  I got one last night and the other two were a great way to start off my school year...  *grins*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I best go.  I have a free period and I intend to use it to work on my ficcys......  &lt;br /&gt;Hasta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106268787337094109?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106268787337094109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106268787337094109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106268787337094109' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106260871893394395</id><published>2003-09-03T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T10:05:18.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sighs*  Last day of freedom...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have an easy schedule...  At least I get to go see Mrs. Thompson every day...  At least the jerk who has been stalking me doesn't know my schedule...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* Last day of freedom...  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106260871893394395?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106260871893394395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106260871893394395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106260871893394395' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106239154295069455</id><published>2003-08-31T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T21:45:42.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It Doesn't Matter&lt;br /&gt;By: Alison Krauss &amp; Union Station &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what I want &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what I need &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if I cry &lt;br /&gt;Don't matter if I bleed &lt;br /&gt;You've been on a road &lt;br /&gt;Don't know where it goes or where it leads &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what I want &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what I need &lt;br /&gt;If you've made up your mind to go &lt;br /&gt;I won't beg you to stay &lt;br /&gt;You've been in a cage &lt;br /&gt;Throw you to the wind you fly away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what I want &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what I need &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if I cry &lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter if I bleed &lt;br /&gt;Feel the sting of tears &lt;br /&gt;Falling on this face you've loved for years &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106239154295069455?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106239154295069455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106239154295069455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106239154295069455' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106239127850575596</id><published>2003-08-31T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T21:41:18.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing But You&lt;br /&gt;By: Kim Ferron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go for a walk &lt;br /&gt;Maybe out in the rain &lt;br /&gt;Maybe let tears rolling down my face &lt;br /&gt;And not feel the pain &lt;br /&gt;Maybe think about something &lt;br /&gt;Maybe think about you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you &lt;em&gt;can't hurt me now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you can't hurt me now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't hold me down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've got plenty of time &lt;br /&gt;Time to figure it out &lt;br /&gt;Time to think about you and me &lt;br /&gt;Whatever that was all about &lt;br /&gt;Got nothing to prove &lt;br /&gt;Got nothing to say &lt;br /&gt;No I guess I never thought you were good for me anyway &lt;br /&gt;Got nothing to lose &lt;br /&gt;Nothing but you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go for a ride &lt;br /&gt;Til my memory fades &lt;br /&gt;Roll down the windows and glide down 75&lt;br /&gt;To the Everglades &lt;br /&gt;Maybe light up a joint &lt;br /&gt;And take a walk on the moon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you &lt;em&gt;can't reach me now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you can't touch me now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't hold me down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've got plenty of time &lt;br /&gt;Time to figure it out &lt;br /&gt;Time to think about you and me &lt;br /&gt;Whatever that was all about &lt;br /&gt;Got nothing to prove &lt;br /&gt;Got nothing to say &lt;br /&gt;No I guess I never thought you were good for me anyway &lt;br /&gt;Got nothing to lose &lt;br /&gt;Nothing but you &lt;br /&gt;Nothing but you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to be so unkind? &lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to be so inclined &lt;br /&gt;To loose my mind? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've got plenty of time &lt;br /&gt;Time to figure it out &lt;br /&gt;Time to think about you and me &lt;br /&gt;Whatever that was all about &lt;br /&gt;Got nothing to prove &lt;br /&gt;Got nothing to say &lt;br /&gt;No I guess I never thought you were good for me anyway &lt;br /&gt;Got nothing to lose &lt;br /&gt;Nothing but you &lt;br /&gt;Oooo, nothing but you &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, n-n-nothing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106239127850575596?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106239127850575596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106239127850575596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106239127850575596' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106239062516903006</id><published>2003-08-31T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T21:31:22.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rabid penguins are attacking North America, demanding that the President give them an infinite supply of Klondike Bars so they can lure people into being their slaves, cause everyone knows anyone would do anything for a Klondike Bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...  That and high hyenas laughing pretty much sums up the interesting parts of my day...  I am working on several stories, all of them to torture characters because my muses went on strike....  Yeah.  Go read my muses' blog to get that....  Um...  That's about all I have to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days Until I Re-enter Hell: 3.....  *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW- That first para came to my attention thanks to Dakota-Jones at fanfiction.net...  Go read her work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106239062516903006?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106239062516903006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106239062516903006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106239062516903006' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106230642861898870</id><published>2003-08-30T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T22:07:08.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I almost forgot....  When I was in the car on my way home today I looked out the window at this motorcyclist who looked exactly like Dutchy...  Same glasses, same approximate height, same everything....  If the window lock hadn't been on I probably would've joined him on the bike...  It was an extremely funny thing for my mom to watch, but I cried when he got off on a different exit...  *sighs*  Anyway, just wanted to share...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106230642861898870?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106230642861898870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106230642861898870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106230642861898870' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106230549505819342</id><published>2003-08-30T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T21:52:38.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wheee......  It's been a 14 hour day, 10 hours of which were spent driving.  5 hours up to the cabin, 4 hour lunch, 5 hour drive back...  Yuck.  On a happy note I got to go through Pendleton, which I love.  It is so homey...  It reminda me of my hometown.  It was a fun day...  If highly tiring...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also sick all day...  First just the queasy feeling I've had since Thursday, then full blown car-sickness for about 8 of the 10 hours spent on the road and 2 of the 4 hours spent in lunch....  Whee..  Well, I'm tired so I'm gonna go do what I have to do and then go to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Plug:&lt;br /&gt;If you like &lt;em&gt;Newsies&lt;/em&gt;, I highly suggest that you go read &lt;em&gt;Big Brother Newsies Style&lt;/em&gt; by Dakota-Jones at fanfiction.net.....  It really is a wonderful fic....  Has slash, but it's very tasteful...  I won't give away the couples....  &lt;br /&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/~DakotaJones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, g'night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106230549505819342?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106230549505819342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106230549505819342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106230549505819342' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106221553812827882</id><published>2003-08-29T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T20:52:17.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*giggles*  Life could have been worse these past few days...  True, I nearly had my brain turned to mush as I watched a 3-year-old contemplate the deeper meanings of what exactly the people on the &lt;em&gt;Hi-ho! Cherrio!&lt;/em&gt; game board were saying to one another, but I also got &lt;em&gt;The Two Towers&lt;/em&gt; on DVD, and even though I haven't been able to watch it, those few precious moments of &lt;em&gt;The Return of the King&lt;/em&gt; have been enough to keep me happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Thoughts On: Writer's Block...&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT!!!!  ARGGGGG!!!  I can finally type again, but I can't think of anything to type!!!   *slams head into keyboard repeatedly*  I need inspiration...  But nooooooooooo.  My &lt;strong&gt;EVIL&lt;/strong&gt; muses decided to take a &lt;em&gt;VACATION&lt;/em&gt;!  *screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terra's Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Happiness is a pen..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah...  That's the story of my current life....  I will hopefully be working on stories again once my muses get off their lazy bums and work again...  *grins*  Maybe I'll go out and buy a new CharacterTorture!Muse...  *takes off running to the muse store* &lt;br /&gt;Hasta!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106221553812827882?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106221553812827882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106221553812827882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106221553812827882' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106186207857178601</id><published>2003-08-25T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T18:45:25.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Devil You Know&lt;br /&gt;By: Face to Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all right&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fine&lt;br /&gt;You live the perfect life&lt;br /&gt;Never one immoral thought inside your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they say&lt;br /&gt;Does it make you feel ashamed? &lt;br /&gt;Isn’t everyone the same? &lt;br /&gt;Does it matter that it wasn’t your idea&lt;br /&gt;God is a man&lt;br /&gt;You know for certain&lt;br /&gt;The knowledge in and of itself&lt;br /&gt;Is more than we deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you’ve tried&lt;br /&gt;And you’ve made up your mind&lt;br /&gt;Something’s still not right&lt;br /&gt;The devil you don’t know is still outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they say&lt;br /&gt;Does it make you feel ashamed? &lt;br /&gt;Isn’t everyone the same? &lt;br /&gt;Does it matter that it wasn’t your idea&lt;br /&gt;God is a man&lt;br /&gt;You know for certain&lt;br /&gt;The knowledge in and of itself&lt;br /&gt;Is more than we deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note*  I'm not sure how accurate these are and I am a lazy bum so I'm not gonna check.  If they aren't correct and you wanna tell me and give me a link to more accurate lyrics, then your help will be muchly appriciated...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106186207857178601?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106186207857178601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106186207857178601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106186207857178601' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106186186285170008</id><published>2003-08-25T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T18:37:42.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*glares*  I hate sympathy...  So any of you giving it to me can shove it back up yours....  Jeez.  If I hear the words '&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry...&lt;/em&gt;' one more time I will go nuclear.  *hisses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...  Tomorrow is the release of &lt;em&gt;The Two Towers&lt;/em&gt;...  *bounces up and down giggling and clapping* I'm &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; excited!  *does her happy chicken butt dance*  Tomorrow is also the day that one of my best friends who moved away starts school...  *misses Poppy*  I want my friend back!  Life just won't be the same without her!  *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gotta go.  I'm digging up lyrics for the song &lt;em&gt;The Devil You Know&lt;/em&gt; by Face to Face...  It's making me feel better with my life going down the crap hole...  So, I'll see y'all later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106186186285170008?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106186186285170008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106186186285170008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106186186285170008' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106186147259809505</id><published>2003-08-25T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T18:31:12.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Keep Myself Awake&lt;br /&gt;By: Black Lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to talk like this,  &lt;br /&gt;I hate to act as if there's something wrong but I can't say.&lt;br /&gt;I have this dream at night,&lt;br /&gt;Almost every night I've been dreaming it forever.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always cold, it's always day, &lt;br /&gt;You're always here, you always say:&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright I'll be okay if I can keep myself awake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep myself awake...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up early and, &lt;br /&gt;I look around me and can't help but wonder what you mean.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when I'm sleeping, I'm so deep in,&lt;br /&gt;It's so much more real to me closer than reality.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's always cold, it's always day, &lt;br /&gt;You're always here, you always say:&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright, I'll be okay if I can keep myself awake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep myself awake...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up early,&lt;br /&gt;I look around me, I'm buying coffee by the pound.&lt;br /&gt;But when I'm sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so deep in it...&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep myself awake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep myself awake...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106186147259809505?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106186147259809505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106186147259809505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106186147259809505' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106186087441764111</id><published>2003-08-25T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T18:21:14.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Virgin State of Mind&lt;br /&gt;By: K's Choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a chair in my head where I used to sit.&lt;br /&gt;Took a pencil and I wrote the following on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a key where my wonderful mouth used to be.&lt;br /&gt;Dig it up, throw it at me.&lt;br /&gt;Dig it up, throw it at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can I run to, where can I hide?&lt;br /&gt;Who will I turn to now I'm in a virgin state of mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a knife to disengage the voids that I can't bear,&lt;br /&gt;To cut out words I've got written on my chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like do you think I'm sexy?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I really care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I burn the mazes I grow?&lt;br /&gt;Can I, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I burn the mazes I grow?&lt;br /&gt;Can I, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can I run to, where can I hide?&lt;br /&gt;Who will I turn to now I'm in a virgin state of mind?&lt;br /&gt;Virgin state of mind…&lt;br /&gt;Virgin state of mind…&lt;br /&gt;Virgin state of mind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106186087441764111?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106186087441764111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106186087441764111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106186087441764111' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106184220802820060</id><published>2003-08-25T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T13:10:08.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you've never listened to &lt;em&gt;Virgin State of Mind&lt;/em&gt; by K's Choice or &lt;em&gt;Keep Myself Awake&lt;/em&gt; by Black Lab go out and listen to them NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106184220802820060?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106184220802820060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106184220802820060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106184220802820060' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-106184206228745304</id><published>2003-08-25T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T13:07:42.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life sucks.  Yeah.  That's about all the news I have right now.  I can't write, can't think up new ideas to write.  God!  I can't even think!  I guess this is what it feels like when you realize that your rock and hero are not quite as stable as you thought.  How can everything get so screwed up in the space of 3 hours?  This is a downward sprial.  Wow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way...  I will personally kill anyone who decides that since I act happy I have a perfect life.  Not joking.  I don't even know what a perfect life is anymore....  Why am I here if I'm just going to be tortured?  Why was it decided that I am to have this painful life that gets more trash thrown into it when it is starting to look up?  Guess that's just the way it is...  Gonna go kill things in FF8 now...  Stress relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-106184206228745304?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106184206228745304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/106184206228745304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106184206228745304' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-94813234</id><published>2003-05-23T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T20:15:52.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.  I'm actually posting two consecutive nights...  *gasps*  Not really in the mood to type tonight though...  Talking with mi amigo Tenchi...  Don't really get to do that very often....  So, um...  Once again no updates...  I have worked on the next chapter of ES a bit though....  I'll post it when I finish in the next few days...  Hasta!!!&lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-94813234?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94813234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94813234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94813234' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-94765704</id><published>2003-05-22T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T19:17:29.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm on my way to karate, so I can't really talk... I've been outta it for the past couple of days, and that is the reason I haven't really been posting.  Um, no updates to speak of.  Just that I will get my stuff out ASAp, but that will be significantly later than I thought...  Sorry!!!  Hasta!!!&lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-94765704?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94765704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94765704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94765704' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-94658265</id><published>2003-05-20T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T17:07:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I was young I understood what death was.  I really don't know how, but I knew its smell and its feel and look.  However, i never really experienced it.  Except once.  I spent the last few hours of Chealsea's, my dog, life.  It was one of the most painful things that I've ever been through.  And now I get to watch my mom's boyfriend go through it with his cat, Penny.  It's bringing back memories that I don't want to revisit.  Penny's in pain.  Even if she does make it through the night the doctors won't be able to do anything.  She just isn't stable enough for surgery.  i wish I knew something that I can do to make this better, or at least easier, but I know that I can do absoutly nothing...  And that's the hardest part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(about 5 min. later...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's boyfriend just decided to put Penny to sleep.  I think it's for the best, but that doesn't stop me from crying.  I just said goodbye and I won't say it again.  I told her I loved her and would miss her.  I promised her it would all be ok for her soon.  And it will.  A few min later I petted her goodbye for the last time.  She looked happy, with mom's boyfriend holding her...  &lt;br /&gt;Why can't death just go away?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-94658265?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94658265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94658265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94658265' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-94612720</id><published>2003-05-19T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T19:50:45.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not alot to say about today...  I have been watching Newsies for most of my freetime, though I did go see an audience interactive play at the local community college...  There were two of them and the second time through the audience could stop the play, take the place of one of the characters and try to resolve the situation.  The two I saw were about rape and sexual abuse.  They were both really interesting, but the solutions that the audience came up with were even better.....  If you get the chance to go to any Project Illumination presentations, I highly suggest that you do...  Well, I gotta go!  Hasta, minna!!!&lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-94612720?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94612720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94612720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94612720' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-94515116</id><published>2003-05-17T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T16:30:02.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mom says that she understands why I don't want to go to college near the rest of my family.  She says that you don't get the luxery of an opinion there, and I can see that.  But is it really that different from here?  Anything to make her boyfriend happy.  That's all that matters.  You don't get the option of disagreeing without him getting all moody and pissed off.  I have to admit that the east coast schools are looking mighty fine right now.  Anywhere where I get my own opinion.  It's just that I've lived without one of my own for so long, I don't even know what my own opinion is anymore....&lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-94515116?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94515116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94515116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94515116' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-94513883</id><published>2003-05-17T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T15:45:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yikes!  Sorry I didn't update yesterday, I was watching my new copy of the Newsies!!!!!  I LOVE THAT MOVIE WITH A PASSION!!!  Yeah, the highlight of my Friday...  Shout out to my dad:  THANK YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I had my class with Kancho Joko Ninomiya.  It was so much fun and I really feel like I got alot out of it, aside from the twisted ankle and huge bruises where the sleeves of my Gi got ripped across my skin... He also signed both my book (Sabaki Method) and my Gi.  It was really alot of fun (as if I hadn't said that already...)  It was very well worth giving up three hours of my Saturday....  Yeah, and if you thought that my day couldn't get any better, it's prom night, so I will obviously be going out to dinner and a movie with my friend.  Hah!  No prom for me!  *does a little dance*  Yay!  We're gonna see Down With Love...  The new Ewan McGregor flic...  Hehehehehehehehehehehehe...  *drools*  Anywho, on with the post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fic Updates: Gomen!  I have been a lazy bum!  I will try for a ES (Elemental Spirit) update sometime next week!  *dodges rotten fruit thrown by her all of two posting readers*  I know I said by tomorrow, but I don't think that will happen anymore...  Unless I get alot of inspiritaion by reviews... *looks around hopefully*  I will have significantly more time next week...  Hasta minna!&lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-94513883?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94513883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94513883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94513883' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-94421424</id><published>2003-05-15T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T18:03:25.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was my last day at my practicum site for Child Services.  Just when a few of the boys were warmin gup to me.  I love toddlers...  Sure they can be annoying, but the fun moments are the ones that I will always cherish.  Well, that's the majority of my day.  I was lazy and worked on none of my fics, though I should have time tomorrow and Sunday, so I'm hoping to at least get some work done on ES, along with the paper I have due on Mon.  Yeah, same one that I thought was due last Wed but turned out to be pushed back.  *growls*  Oh!  I am also developing an idea for a fic called 'The Life and Times of Jimmy the Bowling Pin.'  Original, I know, but that idea has been bugging me for a while now...  Keep your eyes open for it here and at Fictionpress.net....  Hasta minna!&lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-94421424?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94421424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94421424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94421424' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-94369579</id><published>2003-05-14T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T21:12:10.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Disclaimer:  I don’t own Minesweeper, but I wish I did!  I wonder if it counts that I own the game?  Probably not, but it might!  That would be so cool!  Go Bob!  By the way, the cameo by Kid Blink from Newsies is obviously not created by me either…  Just in case you didn’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Life and Times of Bob the Smiley Face&lt;br /&gt;Or “Why I Should Probably Be Committed to a Mental Health Institution A.S.A.P.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2!&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Bob had long since left his bath and was idly wandering around his small bit of space on the computers’ memory board.  He was surprised at how busy the board was.  This was usually when everyone was resting.  He noticed Kid Blink, a fellow smiley face who was also known as simply Blink, and floated over to talk.  Blink was, among other things, strange.  He was the first smiley that Morwen had ever been introduced to.  She usually listened to what he had to say.  Keeping this in mind he decided to ask for a favor of Blink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	After explaining his morning’s troubles he got to the question that was on his mind.  “So, will you tell her I don’t need a girlfriend.  I really don’t think I could handle the embarrassment.  I mean, really, how does she plan to set me up anyway?  But that’s beside the point…  Will you talk to her?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	The glint that flashed through Blinks was terrifying, but our hero failed to notice it.  “’Course I’ll talk to her.”  That was all he got to say before the game window was once again opened and he headed up the moderate the game.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Bob it seemed like forever before Morwen finished playing and shut down the window for the time being.  Blink came back down with a smile on his face, not that he could really come back down any other way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob was so anxious for news about the talk that he was pestering Blink for news before he actually arrived back to his little chunk of memory.  “So, did you talk some sense into her?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.” – Blink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, she’s not gonna set me up?” – Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did I say that?” – Blink again, very smug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?!?!?!?!!?!?” – This should be kinda obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob hit the disk.  Blink just smiled and said “You owe me for that time you humiliated me at the Drive ‘n Flop.  Are you aware of how many of those I know were at the club that night?  All the numbers and about half the mines!  Not to mention that cute Queen of Clubs from the solitaire deck.  Consider this payback..  Oh, and Helga would like to be picked up by shutdown.  Have fun.”  Blink floated off leaving Bob wondering the four things that all smileys think before a date.  Why me?  Why her?  How did I get into this?  What am I going to wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-94369579?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94369579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94369579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94369579' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-94369531</id><published>2003-05-14T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T21:11:16.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, screw the other fics.  I wrote more to my Bob the Smiley story.  It's posted on FF.N, don't know if it's showing up yet though...  I posted areound 4 though, so it should be by now...  I really do intend to keep my promise about the next part of ES by Sunday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something I didn't mention before now...  Y'all know the phrase Carpe Dium?  Seize the Day?  Well in Karate my sensei decided that for us, Carpe &lt;i&gt;Gi&lt;/i&gt;um was more approperate...  Hasta!!!&lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-94369531?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94369531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94369531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94369531' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-94354234</id><published>2003-05-14T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T15:41:49.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On days like today I subscribe to the phrase: "Don't ask, don't tell."  So let's just not ask.  I'll try to work on Elemental Spirit and Insanity some later tonight.  I also have about ten song fics that should be coming out in the next month or so...  Hasta.&lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-94354234?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94354234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94354234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94354234' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-94284859</id><published>2003-05-13T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T13:14:33.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This has been such a fun day so far and it's only noon!!!!!  My first period class is history, and we spent the entire class in the library talking to WW2 vets!  It was so much fun!  They were all so interesting and had such wonderful stories to tell!  One of the men I talked to helped sink the last Japanese supership.  I think I enjoyed his talk the most.  He had all sorts of pictures and they really helped bring out what he was saying.  I could picture everything so much more vividly when I could see the people in my mind.  He also said that he would give me a signed copy of his book when it comes out.  I looked through it and recomend it for anyone interested in WW2.  It's written by W.P. Popp.  Look it up in a few months...  I'm not kidding.  This man had such interesting things to say...  I guess that's the biggest part of my day so far.  I have Karate later and a 5 page paper to write.  I'll try to post later, but no guarentees.  I have alot to do.  if nothing else I'll post tomorrow...  Hasta!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-94284859?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94284859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94284859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94284859' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-94237394</id><published>2003-05-12T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T18:20:04.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ug.  I woke up with a migrane and spent the day on th ecouch with the T.V. at the excessively high volume of mute.  No, I'm not kidding...  I was going to work on some of my fics, but could not bring myself to do anything productive, including that 5 page paper due Wed.  SO, for those of you checking for fic activity, probably no updates until Thursady at the earliest....  I need some pain killers...  Hasta..&lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-94237394?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94237394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94237394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94237394' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-94180459</id><published>2003-05-11T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T20:17:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day!!!!  Hope everyone had a good day.  Mine was pretty uneventful...  Although I did post my newest fic at fanfiction.net...  It's called "The Life and Times of Bob the Smiley Face" or “Why I Should Probably Be Committed to a Mental Health Institution A.S.A.P.”  I'm proud...  Kinda...  Anyway, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:  I don’t own Minesweeper, but I wish I did!  I wonder if it counts that I own the game?  Probably not, but it might!  That would be so cool!  Go Bob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Life and Times of Bob the Smiley Face&lt;br /&gt;Or “Why I Should Probably Be Committed to a Mental Health Institution A.S.A.P.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“’G’Morning Bob!  How’re you today?” Morwen, the most definitely deranged fan-fiction writer asked the small yellow face button at the top of the Minesweeper screen.  She ignored the wince that came from the face as the first square she clicked on uncovered a ‘3.’  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“I would’ve been better if you hadn’t gotten bored again…  I was tak-” Bob was abruptly cut off as Morwen slipped and accidentally clicked on a mine.  Muttering a brief apology she clicked on Bob, magically bringing him back to life and started again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Bob growled.  “I wish you would use the flags.  You mess up far less often when you do…” He sighed as she ignored his advice and continued clicking on the little gray squares that were his world.  “Anyway, I was taking a bath when you so conveniently open the game.  You have the worst timing of anyone I have ever met!  Then again, you’re the only one who uses this game on this computer, and you have gotten better since you figured out what exactly to do…” Bob paused, sensing that if he continued Morwen may “accidentally” slip again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few moments of idly watching her succeed his eyes got wider than usual.  “Are you sure that you want to-“ Once again, poor Bob’s eyes turned into little ‘X’s.  When Morwen clicked him back to his usual smiling self he gave her his best glare, which was a smile.  “I wish you wouldn’t do that.  You have no idea how strange it feels to die and come back to life every few moments.  The ‘X’s are especially strange.  How would you like to be talking and suddenly get all cross-eyed and be in this little black hole.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morwen grinned sheepishly.  She thought for a moment before her eyes lit up.  Bob was suddenly quite frightened.  “You know, Bob.  When I was wearing contacts, I almost bought some with ‘X’s in the middle.  That would be so cool, walking around with ‘X’s in your eyes…” Morwen continued on this tangent for a while.  At least she had stopped playing for the time being.  Bob tuned her out until he heard her say something about a girlfriend.  “…That’s exactly what you need!  A girlfriend!  Maybe then you’d lighten up a bit….  But then again, if you had one, you may ditch me with Marie again.  I swear she is evil.  That little chicky-poo of a smiley face is bad news.  She won’t talk or anything.  She just sits there and stares.  Even Napoleon on my Dad’s computer is nicer, though I don’t speak French so I can’t understand a word he says…” Morwen chose that moment, just as Bob was about to step in to begin play again.  The first square she clicked on was, you guessed it, a mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob sat there in the little black void pouting.  Of course it was a mine.  Just when I wanted to jump in to avoid being set up on a date or hidden away forever. Bob realized that Morwen had clicked on him and was about to continue the conversation when Morwen stepped in.  “I’ve gotta get to school Bob!  I’ll see you later tonight probably!  Bye!”  With that Morwen closed the window and shut down the computer.  Bob sighed.  Then floated over to his now clod bath.  Refilling the tub he dejectedly got in for a nice long soak.  He hoped that the day at school would cause Morwen to forget her intentions of a date for him.  It was hard being a smiley face.&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do ya' think?  Good, bad, creepy, all of the above?  Well, that was the most exciting part of my day...  So, i'm gonna go for now...  BTW, if you haven't checked out my character's blog, please do!  It's basically the back story of my RP character...  Hasta!&lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-94180459?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94180459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94180459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94180459' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-94118649</id><published>2003-05-10T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T20:07:07.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like an outsider.  It really feels like the only friend I have is the one who none of my other "friends" get along with.  I'm realizing just how much they don't consider me a part of the group...  I don't hvae any classes with them, I'm not an artist...  Life sucks....  Maybe I should just stop thinking about it...  It's not like it'll matter in a year anyway..  They'll probably just forget all about me when we go our seperate ways for college.  It's times like these that I wish the Spirit world was real...  I'd throw myself in and gladly spend the rest of my life working for someone like Yubaba.  At least there they wouldn't have the option of forgetting about me.....  Hasta.&lt;br /&gt;~Tali I. aka. the invisible and depressed one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-94118649?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94118649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94118649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94118649' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-94116811</id><published>2003-05-10T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T12:56:58.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Offspring seem to know my life...  It's kinda depressing...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Have you ever walked through a room&lt;br /&gt;But it was more like the room passed around you&lt;br /&gt;Like there was a leash around your neck that pulled you through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been at someplace&lt;br /&gt;Recognizing everybody's face&lt;br /&gt;Until you realized that there was no one there you knew"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually really depressing, but I have done this more in the past few days than I really want to think about.  I wish I had more than one of their CD's...  I need 'Smash' and 'Conspiracy of One'...  They repeat in alot of their themes, if not words, that no one really knows you....  It fits so well..  It also seems that their music fits no matter what mood I'm in.  It's just so fun to listen to!!!  All my friends were really surprised when they found out I have Americana, but it's not that shocking...  I've adored their music for what seems like forever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to 'Have You Ever' right now...  They are really perceptive in their lyrics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When the truth walks away&lt;br /&gt;Everybody stays&lt;br /&gt;Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna book it for now...  Maybe I'll have time to write again later.... Hasta!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, there were no more apples. *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-94116811?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94116811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94116811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94116811' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-94116573</id><published>2003-05-10T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T12:49:56.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If there was a forbidden fruit, it would taste like a fresh Fuji apple.  *drools*  They are SO good.  I don't can if i live in the midst of the apple capitol of the world, Japan's apples are better.  Come to think of it so are their schools and animation....  But that's a different argument.  Fuji apples are like heaven...  I'm not kidding.  When I get one I just sit there chewing it and smiling. I scared my Dad once with my look of total rapture...  I can't help it though!  They're just too good!  *drools again*  I wonder if we have any more....  Hasta...  *wanders off to go look for some*&lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-94116573?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94116573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94116573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94116573' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-94092403</id><published>2003-05-09T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T22:23:48.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not sure why I've decided to be a firefighter.  There are alot of things I like about the thought.  I'd be in good shape, could choose where I want to live, the benefits and retirement are to die for...  But none of those reasons seem to be my main draw.  I guess alot of it is my greatest fear is dying in a fire in my home.  No where else, just at home.  Maybe if I fight to save others from the same fate then I'll be less scared of it.  Maybe it's because I don't think anyone should have to suffer that.  I can't say that it is because my element is water, because I am both a fire and a water sign.  Pisces/Aires...  I was born on the cusp...  I think my fear might be from the water side and my fascination might be from the fire side.  I love playing with camp fires, and could look at a candle for hours if my family would let me, but...  What was my point again?  *shrug*  Oh, well...  I was just writing this because I really need to do something!!!  Hasta!&lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-94092403?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94092403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94092403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94092403' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-94092197</id><published>2003-05-09T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T22:24:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what's up with me tonight.  I'm really jumpy and I'm having a hard time doing anything for more than a few moments.  I feel liek a restless spirit who needs to move on.  I wonder what's holding me back.  I dunno.  Mom says that I'm one of those really sensitive people, like her...  I can feel others feelings and project my own better than most people.  She also says that I can tell when something is wrong with the universe.  I dunno..  can I?&lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-94092197?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94092197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94092197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94092197' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-94083475</id><published>2003-05-09T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T18:27:21.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vocabulary I need to learn for my Karate test in June:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Punches and Kicks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seiken chudan zuki (forefist middle punch)&lt;br /&gt;seiken jodan zuki (forefist upper punch)&lt;br /&gt;seiken ago uchi (forefist chin strike)&lt;br /&gt;seiken shita zuki (forefist under punch)&lt;br /&gt;uraken sayu uchi (backhand side strike)&lt;br /&gt;uraken hizo uchi (backhand liver strike)&lt;br /&gt;uraken mawashi uchi (backhand roundhouse strike)&lt;br /&gt;hiji uchi (elbow strike)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kicks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mae keage (front high stretching kick)&lt;br /&gt;mae geri (front kick)&lt;br /&gt;mawashi geri (roundhouse kick)&lt;br /&gt;hiza geri (knee kick)&lt;br /&gt;kin teki geri (groin kick)&lt;br /&gt;yoko keage (side high stretching kick)&lt;br /&gt;yoko geri (side kick)&lt;br /&gt;kansetsu geri (joint kick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stances&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yoi dachi (ready stance)&lt;br /&gt;sanchin dachi (pigeon toed stance)&lt;br /&gt;zenkutsu dachi (front-leaning stance)&lt;br /&gt;kiba dachi (horseback stance)&lt;br /&gt;musubi dachi (heels together stance)&lt;br /&gt;kumite no kamae (fighting stance)&lt;br /&gt;keri no kamae (kicking stance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ukemi, Sweeps and Throws&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yoko ukemi (side fall)&lt;br /&gt;mae-mawari ukemi (forward tumble)&lt;br /&gt;makikomi mage (forward-rolling throw)&lt;br /&gt;ura nage (backwards throw0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parts of the Body&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seiken (forefist)&lt;br /&gt;uraken (backhand)&lt;br /&gt;hiji (elbow)&lt;br /&gt;chusoku (ball of foot)&lt;br /&gt;haisoku (instep)&lt;br /&gt;sokuto (knife edge of foot)&lt;br /&gt;hiza (knee)&lt;br /&gt;sune (shin)&lt;br /&gt;jodan (upper/head)&lt;br /&gt;chudan (middle/body)&lt;br /&gt;gedan (lower/legs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blocks, parries, Sabaki&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jodan uke (upper block)&lt;br /&gt;chudan soto nagashi (middle outside parry)&lt;br /&gt;gedan barai (lower parry)&lt;br /&gt;hiki mawashi (pull around with two hands)&lt;br /&gt;hiki kuzushi (pull off balance with one hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miscellaneous Techniques and Terms&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zuki (punch)&lt;br /&gt;uchi (strike)&lt;br /&gt;uke (block)&lt;br /&gt;nagashi (parry)&lt;br /&gt;barai (parry)&lt;br /&gt;hiki (pull)&lt;br /&gt;keage (straight-leg high stretching kick)&lt;br /&gt;keri/geri (kick)&lt;br /&gt;nihon zuki (double punch)&lt;br /&gt;oi zuki (step and punch with front hand)&lt;br /&gt;gyaku zuki (reverse punch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Positions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soto (outside)&lt;br /&gt;sayu (both sides)&lt;br /&gt;gyaku (reverse)&lt;br /&gt;ushiro (back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Commands&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yoi (ready)&lt;br /&gt;kamaete (take your stance)&lt;br /&gt;naotte (return to ready stance)&lt;br /&gt;yame (stop/finish)&lt;br /&gt;mawatte (turn)&lt;br /&gt;kiai irete (Kiai!)&lt;br /&gt;mokuso (meditation)&lt;br /&gt;mokuso yame (end of meditation)&lt;br /&gt;sensei ni rei (bow to your teacher)&lt;br /&gt;senpai ni rei (bow to your senior)&lt;br /&gt;otagai ni rei (bow to each other)&lt;br /&gt;hajime (begin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Numbers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ichi (one)&lt;br /&gt;ni (two)&lt;br /&gt;san (three)&lt;br /&gt;shi (four)&lt;br /&gt;go (five)&lt;br /&gt;roku (six)&lt;br /&gt;shichi (seven)&lt;br /&gt;hachi (eight)&lt;br /&gt;kyu (nine)&lt;br /&gt;juu (ten)&lt;br /&gt;niju (twenty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a lot of vocab if you ask me!!  Luckily I already have a bunch of it memorized, but still!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day!  It started out strange.  I accidentally grabbed the hot dogs out of the fridge with the cookies for my teacher.  When I got to school i noticed this and brought them home.  On my way back to school is when the trouble began.  I heard something crack on the back of my car, so I got out (and left the car running) to see what it was.  Unfortunately, with my car still running, I left the keys in the car.  What was the crack?  A pinecone...  I kid you not.  How embarassing!!!  Despite this set back I got back into my car and had a great day.  Nothing spectucaliar, but just one of those days where nothing can get ya' down!  I guess that's a good thing, huh?  Oh, well..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elemental Spirit update:&lt;br /&gt;I intend to have the next part posted sometime next week, and maybe even sooner....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insanity update:&lt;br /&gt;postponed for now...  I have a bad case of writers block, so it may be awhile, though I hope that it'll get up sometime this month...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Hasta for now!!!&lt;br /&gt;~Tali&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-94083475?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94083475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94083475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94083475' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-94024613</id><published>2003-05-08T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T18:53:49.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mom got abck from Oklahoma yeaterday.  I almost cried I was so glad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I posted my new Spirited Away fic at Fanfiction.net today...  It's called Elemental Spirit, and I'm really excited about it.  I'm happy with how it's coming and I really like the idaes that have come to me for it...  All credit, of course, goes to my muse, Dae.  BTW, if you haven't seen Spirited Away yet, GO RENT IT!!!  It's such a wonderful movie.  I can't get over how much it sucks me in every time I watch it (~6 times in the past 5 days...)!  It really is brilliant....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!  I also haven't mentioned my new Ronin Warriors OVA DVD...  It's wonderful!  I love all the VAs except Kento's and Mia's..  Ther need to be fired...  I guess it doesn't help that I'm not entirely fond of Mia in the first place, but hey, that doesn't matter....  Also, Rowen and Sage have great VAs...  They deserve a raise or something........  Um, Gaiden rocks, I watch that about as much as Spirited Away....  That says something...  Hehehehehehe...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought of the Day:  I love my Two-Mix CD...  It's happy and wonderful and spiffy.  I can understand about two lines in each song, which makes it wonderful to listen to while I'm typing or doing homework because I can't write what I hear!  Yay for Japanese CDs!!!!  Rhythm Emotion is one of the best songs on that CD....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta go get ready for karate.  In about 8 more classes I'll be ready to test.  I'm really getting excited.  I also get to go to a class taught by Kancho Joko Ninomiya...  That's gonna be SO TOTALLY AWESOME THAT I CAN"T EVEN BEGIN TO DESCRIBE IT!!!!!   Anywho, I'll try to write tomorrow.....  Hasta!&lt;br /&gt;`Tali I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-94024613?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94024613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/94024613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94024613' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-93827161</id><published>2003-05-05T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T15:37:39.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGGG!  I finally figured out who plays Haku in Spirited Away!  It's been bothering me since I saw the movie for the first time yesterday....  (It's V. good for those of you who want to know...)  Anyway...  Haku played by...  Jason Marsden!  No wonder his voice sounded so damn fimiliar...  Boy Meets World (Jason), Goofy Movie (Max), Weekenders (Tino)...  The list goes on, those are just the ones that I recognized (Mainly ffrom Middle School and babysitting, I'll be it, but give me a little credit..)  So, now I can rest in peace, just for the record.....  &lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-93827161?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/93827161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/93827161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93827161' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-90750432</id><published>2003-03-14T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T21:46:34.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being sick sucks....  10/26/2002  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I only had one full day of school last week. That was Tuesday. I'm so bored of this house I think I am going to go insane!!!!!!! I need to go to the mall or something!, but no... Mom says I'm stuck here until further notice... God this sucks.... Well... I gots to go. Other than the Pumpkin Patch on Tuesday with the preschool, nothing interesting here.... Hasta...  &lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-90750432?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90750432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90750432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90750432' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-90750415</id><published>2003-03-14T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T21:45:56.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*giggles*  10/12/2002  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Today has definately, definately been good. Not only did I get a job, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt; src="http://samyah.free.fr/tests//orlando.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's your celebrity match? Find out @ Mind-Blowing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;align=center&gt; &lt; src=http://broken.blackroses.com/members/skepticism/_lothriven.jpg width=300 height=241&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If I lived in Middle-Earth, it would be in:&lt;br /&gt;Lothlorien or Rivendell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer the tranquilty and peacefulness of nature and enjoy the milder seasons of the year. While you know it is necessary to keep in contact with other living beings, most of the time you enjoy the seclusion of an aesthetically pleasing, woodland environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;align=center&gt;Take the&lt;br /&gt;"Where in Middle-Earth Would I Live?" Quiz&lt;br /&gt;by &lt; src=http://.livejournal.com/userinfo.gif width=17 height=17 border=0&gt;skepticism &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Happy! Well, until!&lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-90750415?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90750415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90750415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90750415' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-90750365</id><published>2003-03-14T21:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T21:44:43.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Allyeska  10/10/2002  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish my kitty, Allye, felt better. She's been throwing up all day and is very unactive and not at all her usual perky self.... &lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-90750365?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90750365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90750365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90750365' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-90750345</id><published>2003-03-14T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T21:44:11.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On a high note...  10/10/2002  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wow. Considering what a crappy start I got, my day has rocked! I started the day with an "argument" with my mom outside the school. *pout* However, When I got to my Child Services class second block, I took a test for College credit and feel like I aced it, I'm talking 100% here. Hwah! Then, this evening, I got a call from a lady I've been trying to get a hold of and got an interview for my first real job ever! It's on Saturday.... So excited. I'm gonna have so much fun. *smile* Life is good. Oh, one other thing, I get to see Tuck Everlasting tomarrow..... Romance story. Cute guy on a motorcycle in leather... *drools* Anyway... I gots to go, me amiga Shinimegami just got on and I get to brag....&lt;br /&gt;Hasta!&lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-90750345?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90750345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90750345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90750345' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-90750284</id><published>2003-03-14T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T21:42:39.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*screams to release pent up stress*  10/6/2002  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My dear sweet Kami-sama! I have had next to no time to get online or do pretty much anything fun over the last few weeks since school started! It's been all homework and studying! AHHHHHHHHHHHH! I finally did get out last night though.... My dad took me to see this kick ass play called 'Chocolate Confessions'. It was so good! It was a one woman musical about a chocolate shop owner and her patrons. It was incredible! An hour and twenty min of pure genious! If any one can GO SEE IT! It is worth your time! I can't rant for long enough about how absoutly wonderful it is and actually need to go to do more.... nope I won't say it or I'll scream again.... I think y'all get the picture.... Anyway, Hasta! &lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-90750284?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90750284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90750284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90750284' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-90750222</id><published>2003-03-14T21:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T21:44:02.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An important decision...  9/27/2002  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need a boyfriend.  &lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-90750222?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90750222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90750222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90750222' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-90750202</id><published>2003-03-14T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T21:40:28.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It gets even better.....  9/27/2002  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really wish I had someone I could really talk to about this stuff. My mom just force her way into this, followed closely by her boyfriend butting in, and then he got mad at the system, stormed out, and then my mom got mad at me for just wanting to bitch, when she was the one who wanted me to talk in the first place! I don't think I will ever really understand parents. The one thing I did get out of my ranting was I feel trapped. I realized that none of the adults in my life will let me grow up, even though I want to and at the same time expect me to be this mini adult. I hate my life and am so confused. Why can't there be a manual to this sort of thing. I can't get over how much easier this would be if adults didn't say one thing while meaning another, while want another, while imply another!!! There have been so many times I have considered walking out on this situtation and moving in with dad, or just plain running away, or ending it all. I don't know if this is worth it. Will life get better? Easier? Should I wait? Should I take action? What is the point? And most importantly why does no one understand me? Why don't I understand? Why does everyone pretend to understand me when they really don't? Do they understand me? Am I the only one in the dark? Am I the only one who feels like this? I'm gonna go mope and think. Night.  &lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-90750202?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90750202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90750202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90750202' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-90750153</id><published>2003-03-14T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T21:38:45.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not exactly a good day...  9/27/2002  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel like I'm losing everything that I love. I can barely talk to my mom anymore, even though I used to tell her everything. She was one of my best friends and now we can't seem to agree on anything. I almost never see my dad, it's been almost a month since I last spent time with him, but he still says 'Sorry, I can't come down this weekend.' I miss him so much, but don't want to pressure him into coming down when he doesn't have time. Then there's my friends. I used to get along so well with Poppy, but now she's always in a really bad mood and getting pissed off at me. I know that this sounds really juvanile, but I don't think that she likes me anymore. I feel like I have no one I can really talk to about all this with either. I guess that part of this is one of those hormonal surges, because earlier this week the only thing going wrong was my car continusely broke down. It started with a blown tire and now the transmition is out(which is the only reason I'm not at the homecoming game right now…)!My mom's boyfriend is also being an exceptional ass. He treats me like I'm five and I don't know how much longer I can take it before I explode. Recently it seems like the only time that I'm having fun is in class or during the one and only girls football game on Wednesday. We (the Juniors) played as well as the Seniors, but lost. 8 to 14. Not a bad game. Very close, very exciting. God, I feel like an idiot. I'm sitting here sobbing and pouring my heart out to a keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-90750153?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90750153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90750153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90750153' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-90750115</id><published>2003-03-14T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T21:37:50.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome to hell....    9/5/2002  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The first day of school... Joy. Isn't it supposed to be good? I'm a junior! An upperclassman for the first time in my life and the thing that I really want to do righ tnow, is jump off a bridge. A very tall one. With a dried up, rocky river bank underneath it. Where my body will hit bottom and splatter, so that it is a quick and realitively painless death. But no. I won't do that because I'm too damn sensible. I will however treat myself to a skydiving lesson the first chance I get! Parachute and all! Then I think I'll go bungee jumping. I've always wanted to try those, but unfortunately I'm still to young. Maybe I'll just eat some ice cream and read a good book. Ah, well... I better sign off for the night. I have an early day tomarrow. In hell (though it should be better because I have a release and actually like 2/3 of my classes... Sadly enough, I only have three tomarrow...)&lt;br /&gt;Hasta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-90750115?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90750115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90750115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90750115' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-90749935</id><published>2003-03-14T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T21:37:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too Late....  9/2/2002  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, isn't this a depressing look into my mind. Not really sure of where this one came from..... No real life experiences backing this, just my absoutly insane muse..... Well, here goes nothing! Oh, if y'all tell me what you think about it it would give my mucho amounts more courage about posting on FF.N..... And if anyone is interested, I'll post a link to my account there.... ::smiles:: Do you all love me? ::does her pretty/innocent/puppy dog face::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough stalling, here's the latest poem.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best at everything he does, &lt;br /&gt;Shallow through and through.&lt;br /&gt;In every single thing he does, &lt;br /&gt;His friends aren't really true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute and funny; popular,&lt;br /&gt;Prince Charming some would say.&lt;br /&gt;But on the inside, not the same,&lt;br /&gt;He hides it day to day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression chews 'way at his heart,&lt;br /&gt;Emotions, in a ball he's rolled.&lt;br /&gt;All his "friends," they ruin him.&lt;br /&gt;Popularity takes it's toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything he thinks he wants,&lt;br /&gt;The price he'll always pay.&lt;br /&gt;One more reason's all he needs&lt;br /&gt;To throw his life away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the good things in his life,&lt;br /&gt;The once loved and welcomed friends.&lt;br /&gt;Now all he loves and welcomes,&lt;br /&gt;Is the beginning of the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one step will end it all,&lt;br /&gt;Away will fly the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Still one small voice steps forward,&lt;br /&gt;"What do you have to gain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's too far gone to listen,&lt;br /&gt;With no path leading back.&lt;br /&gt;No warmth seen in the future,&lt;br /&gt;To him just cold and black...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final step is waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Wind blows on past his ears,&lt;br /&gt;Lost dreams pushed over the side&lt;br /&gt;By all his rootless fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say he had potential&lt;br /&gt;To be a man so great.&lt;br /&gt;If only someone told him that,&lt;br /&gt;Before it was too late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, what do you think? Is it any good? I'd love to hear what ya' think....&lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-90749935?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90749935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90749935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90749935' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-90749873</id><published>2003-03-14T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T21:32:11.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Dae     9/1/2002  &lt;br /&gt;For the sake of my future sanity and inspiration I feel the need to post this. I have been a bad girl and have, as of yet, to introduce my muse, Dae, and have been catching flack about it.... Jeez, you'd think my friends and mind would care more about positive feedback than where the inspiration for all of my writings came from, but nope.... ::sigh:: Any way... My inspirations, however crazy some are all come from the fuzzy little creature that is my constant companion. her name is Dae(Dah-ay), it means 'Shadow' (I think) in Quenyan.... She is a little(about the size of a squrriel) fox type thing that lives in forests... Don't ask me where she came from, just sort of followed me home one day and became my muse..... Well, need to go continue my search for culture... Why can I find nothing about Baroque on the net? If anyone could help me that'd be great, otherwise.... &lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-90749873?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90749873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90749873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90749873' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-90749817</id><published>2003-03-14T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T21:30:36.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.............    8/25/2002  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Earlier I was thinking about some sort of deep entry about how lucky my family is that I haven't run away yet, but I'm feeling much better now. I just took this online quiz at gurl.com (I'm morwen_of_endor if anyone cares.....) and found out that the color blue is drawn to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;You're a cool and collected blue... According to color psychology, you're the very picture of serenity. You're probably great at keeping calm and clear-headed when others are freaking out, and while you tend to avoid conflict, you're not easily taken advantage of. Your honesty and kindness make you a great friend and probably a magnet for anyone seeking advice or a different perspective. &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly enough this fits me purty well. It's kinda rare for the online quizzes to be on the nose, however when we did this 'warm fuzzies' thing at camp all of my cabin mates said that they would come to me for advice anytime... Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;Hasta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;-"I'm going to Mordor alone!" (Frodo)&lt;br /&gt;-"Of course you are! And I'm going with you!" (Sam) &lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-90749817?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90749817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90749817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90749817' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-90749716</id><published>2003-03-14T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T21:27:41.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Inspired By A Dream    8/24/2002  &lt;br /&gt;Inspired by a dream I had&lt;br /&gt;I walked down by the sea,&lt;br /&gt;And everything I came upon&lt;br /&gt;seemed to speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind spoke of a romance&lt;br /&gt;between a sparrow and a whale.&lt;br /&gt;The crashing waves held stories &lt;br /&gt;of a thousand ships set sail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to a seagull&lt;br /&gt;who was never far from home.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted nothing more than food, &lt;br /&gt;and to never be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seashells sung of clams and crabs &lt;br /&gt;that used to stay with them,&lt;br /&gt;But grew to large for their confines&lt;br /&gt;and one day moved again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked and walked and walked and walked&lt;br /&gt;along that sandy shore&lt;br /&gt;'Till I'd heard all the stories, &lt;br /&gt;there simply were no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by a dream I had&lt;br /&gt;I left the chattering sea,&lt;br /&gt;And everything I had come upon&lt;br /&gt;who egarly spoke to me. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-90749716?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90749716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90749716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90749716' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-90749678</id><published>2003-03-14T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T21:26:41.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;3/14/03&lt;br /&gt;   Felt the need to actually post, as opposed to transfering over my older posts.  Needed to type.  I realized something kinda strange last night after my Karate class.  I live my life now based on Tuesdays and Thursdays.  I am always thinking about karate and when the next lesson is.  I'm ready to dedicate my life after only 7 classes.  How sad is that?  &lt;br /&gt;   Anyway, I guess I'm also looking forward to getting that information packet I requested from Colorado University.  Right now they are my top choice, but that could quite easily change in the next year.  &lt;br /&gt;   I don't know why it's so comforting to have an online diary.  I think it's because you don't know anyone who is reading it, but you still know that people out there hear you.  Know that you're hear, even if they don't know you.  Oh, well.  I better go.  I have a psycology final to study for.&lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-90749678?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90749678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90749678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90749678' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-90749456</id><published>2003-03-14T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T21:20:42.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Black and White    8/24/2002  &lt;br /&gt;I'm told the world is black and white, &lt;br /&gt;but has it's shades of grey.&lt;br /&gt;I try to know this, understand, &lt;br /&gt;yet can't see what they say.&lt;br /&gt;There's red and green and gold and blue, &lt;br /&gt;and still others I can't name;&lt;br /&gt;While others overlook this world, &lt;br /&gt;I will not do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good and evil; love and hate;&lt;br /&gt;all opposites , that's true,&lt;br /&gt;But what about sad and depressed, &lt;br /&gt;those just seem more blue.&lt;br /&gt;Red can show so many things,&lt;br /&gt;including like and anger,&lt;br /&gt;While happy can be anything, &lt;br /&gt;it's up to you, me, and the stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you look around this world, &lt;br /&gt;and just see black and white, &lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and try to see &lt;br /&gt;things in a different light.&lt;br /&gt;For the colors of our universe,&lt;br /&gt;so beautiful and bright, &lt;br /&gt;Stem far beyond the shades of grey,&lt;br /&gt;between the black and white.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;~Tali I.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-90749456?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90749456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/90749456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90749456' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-89345139</id><published>2003-02-18T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T18:34:29.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A day I will certainly remember forever...  8/6/2002  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My bestfriend, Poppy, spent the night last night. Ok, so that seem pretty normal right? Stay up late, giggle, talk, play the LotR trading card game... Normal. Well, this morning we got up at 7:00 am and biked/roller-bladed the two miles to Borders, arrived at nine (she was the first customer) then went to the Hollywood Video (I was the first customer) and then came back to my house. What was the occation? Are we the only ones who marked the release date for 'The Fellowship of the Ring' on our calanders? ::laughs:: I know the answer to that one! We had so much fun watching the special features together (some of them anyway, there are a TON!!!) And now my mom and Bruce are watching my copy on DVD. The only reason they don't need a spleen on deposit is I can hear it running in the background. I'm sad, I know.... The rest of this week is also lookinh pretty interesting... Tomarrow I am going on a one day road trip to go look a collage with my mom, then Thursday my dad is picking me and Poppy up for a rafting trip. It'll be fun, we'll be gone (with our new DVDs mind you) until the sixteenth or so. Then school starts up again (for me anyway) on the 20th... I'll explain that some other time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHAT DID YOU HEAR?!?!? (Gandalf)&lt;br /&gt;-Nothing important! Just something about a ring, the dark lord and the end of the world!!! (Samwise)&lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-89345139?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/89345139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/89345139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89345139' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-89345052</id><published>2003-02-18T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T18:33:00.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling Bad  7/29/2002  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh joy. I just love myself sometimes! I'm giving myself greif for wishing my mom wasn't sick so I could have some alone time. When she heads off to work in the summer it's pretty much the only alone time I get! Depending on if her boyfriend is out of town or not. Is that normal? Maybe I'm just wierd like that. Not that that's anything new. I'm different than most people I know. I have been told that I'm mature for my age. Not that I really believe my school counslers. Oh, well. More ponderings later. &lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-89345052?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/89345052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/89345052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89345052' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072388.post-89344892</id><published>2003-02-18T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T18:35:12.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Mask  7/29/2002  &lt;br /&gt;Everyday I wear a mask to please my teachers and my peers.&lt;br /&gt;And though they try, my parents can never understand my fears.&lt;br /&gt;The fear of being snubbed, of making a bad grade. &lt;br /&gt;Of losing a good friendship, as yet another one is made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I erect a wall of hopes and fears and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;And nothing that I say is ever as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;I'll say I got an 'A' when it really was a 'B.'&lt;br /&gt;If you know and understand this fact, you know the source of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I hide behind my wall, don't give up your hope.&lt;br /&gt;Help me climb up to the sky by giving me some rope.&lt;br /&gt;As you slowly save my life and save me from the fall,&lt;br /&gt;Please keep in mind my mask is all that I recall.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2/18/03&lt;br /&gt;Ha!  The first of my posts here!  Hello everyone!!!!  I'm Talana, but most people call me Tali, Morwen or Nanashi....  Teehehe...  so many wonderful nicknames....  I'll explain them sometime else ok?  BTW, this is my online diary now.....  And for then next few posts (probably over the course of a few days) I'll be transfering my old entries from my other diray here, so don't be too confused....  Poetry will generally show up in regular writing and my normal entries will be italics...  Well, better get to work on the next few!!!!  I have to eat soon to leave for my demo of an Enshin Karate class that I will probably be joining later this week or early next week....  Anyways, hasta!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;~Tali I.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072388-89344892?l=talana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/89344892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072388/posts/default/89344892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talana.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89344892' title=''/><author><name>Tali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09090120372710077270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
