<?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-1999520346132804510</id><updated>2011-08-26T03:02:20.622-04:00</updated><category term='music'/><category term='summer'/><category term='social'/><category term='art'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='school'/><category term='dance'/><category term='style'/><category term='internet'/><title type='text'>Adventures of Me</title><subtitle type='html'>Not really</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-8883427027024447288</id><published>2011-08-24T18:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T18:52:55.752-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>I would like to take this time to jot down how my classes are going. I've been to a week of classes and find some things very interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Calc 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun stuff. Notes. Lots of notes. I love math notes. One problem though is the school book store hasn't gotten the book for this class even a week after it was supposed to come in. They keep saying, "Come back such and such day," and I do and it's still not there and the line to the counter is wrapped around the entire store and half the class already has the book from Calc 2 but I didn't take Calc 2 so I don't! But I can do on just notes for now. All that will happen is later on I will have to spend a weekend doing practice problems to solidify what I've learned in class for the last two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Comp Sci&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blech. Too easy. I hate it. Her lectures are like, "What does a mouse do? Here is a list of different types of computer storage devices," and I'm like, "I know what a flash drive is. We don't need to spend 10 minutes on this." Did I mention that I received a CD of all the programs we need for home only to realize it's all Windows and I don't have Windows? Or that our labs are centered around the book "An Introduction to Programming Using Alice 2.2" Alice?! Of all things Alice?! I have to say it is an easy A and I got through a quarter of the book while other students were still doing the Alice tutorials so I can get my nice 4 credits with no problem and start out with a high GPA. And, other than the teacher, I'm the only girl in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Physics&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out pretty well. The lecture was basically what we learned in Calc 3 the day before (vectors) so I have a feeling they won't collide and confuse by having different terms for the same things. I've always been good at math, but mostly, my mother took physics and said it was one of the best classes she ever took, and I have a similar mind as hers, so I'm kind of excited to see what we can do. I've always had an interest in physics but never took a class so I only know the basics from what I've learned in other science classes. The lab is tomorrow so I will update about how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been hanging out with people more. I have a large break between classes on Mondays and Wednesdays and sit outside with friends I've had for a while but haven't been able to hang out with really. Also meeting some new people, a lot of the socially awkward kind, but I still enjoy them. I will start spending even more time at the college after getting into some extra-curriculars and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-8883427027024447288?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/8883427027024447288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2011/08/college.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/8883427027024447288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/8883427027024447288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2011/08/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-5625708587486046819</id><published>2011-08-15T22:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T18:43:18.342-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Ren Faire Costume</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fMxkt_HhemQ/TknWpp5zwDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1Xq5jSnM2uo/s1600/SCAN0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fMxkt_HhemQ/TknWpp5zwDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1Xq5jSnM2uo/s200/SCAN0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641276019369558066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A quick sketch of my D&amp;amp;D character. This is her first drawing, so she has her starter gear and weapons. As of writing this, she has obtained the druid's magic cloak, dual onyx blades, and, well... a baby dragon (and more irrelevant things). Here is where I will share my plans for my Ren Faire costume, which will be her starting gear minus the daggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.voguehunt.com/175-wine-red-heat-resistant-fiber-100cm-women-s-long-straight-fashion-wig-with-bangs.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: A $45 wig, but kind of worth it if I'm going to wear this costume more than once, which I plan to do. The color and length is exactly what I was hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://butterick.mccall.com/b4377-products-5145.php?page_id=916&amp;amp;search_control=display&amp;amp;list=search"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cloak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: Going to add an extra panel to make it wrap more so I can skip the front button and just swing it over my shoulder. Don't like the idea of it being velvety because my character would prefer to stay away from fancy fabrics. Maybe a soft wool-like cloak. Original color was to be dark brown, but may end up with a black cloak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mccallpattern.mccall.com/m6404-products-14667.php?page_id=114&amp;amp;search_control=display&amp;amp;list=search"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: Option D - Some kind of faux suede fabric. The pants are fitting but stretchy, much like thick leggings, but not. I would like to make the stitches very visible - same with the top - as my character's armor is very rough and stitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://butterick.mccall.com/b5662-products-14512.php?page_id=916&amp;amp;search_control=display&amp;amp;list=search"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: Don't really like this pattern but will use as reference in making the top custom. The in-character top is hardened leather in the front and I was hoping maybe to sew in some thick board or something to make it seem that way. Maybe even just use a thick faux leather, but both options seem expensive. The top will be the hardest part of the costume and I'm still not sure at all how to go about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other&lt;/span&gt;: The fingerless gloves are a maybe/most likely not (the tiny hand is an unfixed drawing mistake)... the sash and bandana will be made from the cloak's scrap fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other patterns I have for friends and armor and bags so far include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://butterick.mccall.com/b4486-products-5567.php?page_id=916&amp;amp;search_control=display&amp;amp;list=search"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: For our sorcerer, but if I can't make our fighter's costume in time, I may have to make him a simpler shirt to use as "traveler's clothing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://butterick.mccall.com/b5371-products-10286.php?page_id=916&amp;amp;search_control=display&amp;amp;list=search"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bags/armor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://butterick.mccall.com/b5580-products-13469.php?page_id=380&amp;amp;search_control=display&amp;amp;list=search"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bags/armor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-5625708587486046819?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/5625708587486046819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2011/08/ren-faire-costume.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/5625708587486046819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/5625708587486046819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2011/08/ren-faire-costume.html' title='Ren Faire Costume'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fMxkt_HhemQ/TknWpp5zwDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1Xq5jSnM2uo/s72-c/SCAN0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-5736106815913153583</id><published>2011-08-08T21:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T22:13:10.662-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Colour Lovers</title><content type='html'>I am a colour lover. I love colors! Here are some examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, here is the palette used to design my new website. I wanted something different, less purple, but still funky like me! If you look at the names of the colors, almost all of them are sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colourlovers.com/palette/1693870/Bright_Opposites" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.colourlovers.com/images/badges/p/1693/1693870_Bright_Opposites.png" style="width: 240px; height: 120px; border: 0 none;" alt="Bright_Opposites" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, here is a palette for an idea I have for a site for Cookiebot. It's based on a picture of cookies found from the interwebz and if I think of cookies while I look at this, I begin to get hungry for CHOCOLATEEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colourlovers.com/palette/1671595/Chocolate_Chip_Yum" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.colourlovers.com/images/badges/p/1671/1671595_Chocolate_Chip_Yum.png" style="width: 240px; height: 120px; border: 0 none;" alt="Chocolate_Chip_Yum" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:10px;color:#5e5e5e;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colourlovers.com/color" target="_blank" style="font-size: 10px; color: #5e5e5e;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, here is a nice green/grey color scheme I would like to use to design my boyfriend's new room when he moves. Maybe not painting the walls, but the bed clothes and window treatments definitely. And I will not allow him to go another house without covering his windows somehow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colourlovers.com/palette/887393/Billy_Talent_III?widths=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.colourlovers.com/images/badges/pw/887/887393_Billy_Talent_III.png" style="width: 240px; height: 120px; border: 0 none;" alt="Billy_Talent_III" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a pattern I made from it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colourlovers.com/pattern/803080/Raptor_Jesus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.colourlovers.com/images/badges/n/803/803080_Raptor_Jesus.png" style="width: 240px; height: 120px; border: 0 none;" alt="Raptor_Jesus" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:10px;color:#5e5e5e;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colourlovers.com/color" target="_blank" style="font-size: 10px; color: #5e5e5e;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you love colors as much as I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-5736106815913153583?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/5736106815913153583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2011/08/colour-lovers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/5736106815913153583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/5736106815913153583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2011/08/colour-lovers.html' title='Colour Lovers'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-3431688530376773968</id><published>2011-08-04T00:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T18:42:37.103-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Oh my word!</title><content type='html'>I haven't been here since OCTOBER! Here's an update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run the camps at the studio. I basically run the face? front-end? whatever you call the public part of the studio.  Talking to parents, registration, and paychecks ^.^ I am going to college in a few weeks. Fun stuff. Ready to learn Calc 3 and Intro to Computer Science. I will be a stage tech! And I play Dungeons and Dragons. Yes, quite nerdy. And oh so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure what else to blog about so I decided to grab that old list and let you know what's happened since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get my bot working on this mac... then maybe on the server... (etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bot works on the server and is always online now :D And it's liked. Thing is we got our own slice. No more other host to worry about! The parsing problem is gone, not sure how it got fixed though since it's been gone for a while. Just recently brought the bot in after a long downtime which was the cause of some personal frustrations. I'm thinking of making a website for the bot. That would have more content than my own XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Clean up the wires behind the studio computer... (etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we got fios... might try this again. The last week before schools start we cancelled classes for parents to register. I will be there doing all the work, but there will be times where nobody comes in and I will find boredom. So I will clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Somehow be able to stream on livestream straight from my computer's DVD drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I did with Wizard of Oz worked, but I'm currently installing Ubuntu on the other computer as I type, which doesn't support Livestream (or rather vice versa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Learn Python?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I know and use Ruby, but I also know enough about Python to use it if I have to. I went to Pycon and it was quite enjoyable, though Atlanta gave a bad impression. I even understood the intermediate/advanced tutorial to a degree. It was kind of fast paced. The people next to me got lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Transfer  all my files to the mac and set up everything like I had  before, like  that popping noise my IRC client makes when I'm pinged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't touched my old laptop in over a year, so I am installing Ubuntu and going to use it as my only-there-to-be-a-second-laptop-and-play laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Update website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project for the future still. Going to completely revamp, like I did the studio site. BTW the studio site looks amazing! For mine, I'm totally getting rid of the dark purple and making it more professional looking. Using ColourLovers to come up with a CSS design. I had one but decided it would be best for the bot's website if I make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Bike as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Ha ha. Bike? Please. I'm too tired after work to bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Choreograph a dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made enough dances this summer, I'm almost sick of it. Even though they're for 7-year-olds. I'm just so tuckered out all the time from running around with kids then staying up late because I can't sleep then being tired the next day but still running around and... why can't I sleep at night? Why must I be so sleepy during the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Go college shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know where I'm going. Community college. Already applied, accepted, decided major. Just need to sign up for classes, which start in 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Get my license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it in April I believe. First try! Won't have a full license (not provisional) until mid-September if I know the law right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Go to Carowinds in NC/SC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need a little burst of freedom, energy, and time to travel somewhere nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clean up basement and somehow make it livable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not happened yet. Not even progress. I'm in Community College but just living in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get my license.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get comfortable with photo equipment and setup website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Find a new server host and re-setup websites and bot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Try out chroma key&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't tried yet and actually forgot I was planning on doing this. Not had too much time lately to work on my projects (like the basement) but will have more time once school starts hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take SATs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wow, I wrote this a long time ago. I got a 710 in math, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-3431688530376773968?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/3431688530376773968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-my-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/3431688530376773968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/3431688530376773968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-my-word.html' title='Oh my word!'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-3091802083722624857</id><published>2010-10-19T13:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T14:05:40.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie Walk</title><content type='html'>I'm planning on doing a zombie walk for Halloween. Unfortunately I didn't publicize it to enough people early enough because I was feeling pessimistic about the idea because I didn't know what people would think :( But it's still gonna happen! And anyone's invited :) That I approve of at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday is preparation day and we'll walk twice on Halloween. Once during daylight at the mall or downtown (to get used to it) and once after night falls throughout my neighborhood. Hopefully it's a big and close enough group that we're able to stay in character and feel good about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On prep day I would like to go on a field trip to Goodwill and back to the studio to tear up clothes, practice and decide on makeup and how we'll be walking and acting, and learn the Thriller dance. Just in case. We'll make it a little party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of party, the zombie walk double as my birthday party. We can trick or treat as zombies or something else if wanted. Then there will be cake. That is not a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've typed out general rules and guidelines on being zombies and I'm totally prepared to teach the dance. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-3091802083722624857?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/3091802083722624857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/10/zombie-walk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/3091802083722624857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/3091802083722624857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/10/zombie-walk.html' title='Zombie Walk'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-6015098239280211675</id><published>2010-10-14T14:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T18:16:17.587-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Goals and To Do for the Rest of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clean up basement and somehow make it livable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to possibly go to just community college (even if I don't want to it might be all we can afford for now) and live from the basement. I am not NOT NOT going to live at home in my same old bedroom. Basement is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get my license.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver's Ed ends the 26th but I missed a day and might miss another so I probably won't even be eligible to test for my license until at least December. And who knows if I'm gonna pass the first time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get comfortable with photo equipment and setup website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss wants me to do photography this year. I have no experience in portraits with people and backgrounds and poses so she wants me to get my feet wet at various times of the year, including taking pictures of random kids in costumes at the studio on the 30th when we have the trick-or-treating event at the shopping center. I would honestly rather teach the Thriller dance at set times all night to people in the community as it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a dance studio. With dancing. Not photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Find a new server host and re-setup websites and bot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My host got mad at my mom or something and took all her and my websites down. Might just get our own splice. Something I'm more comfortable putting my bot on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Try out chroma key&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I got a green screen among other backgrounds for photography but I'm thinking of finding different ways to make it useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take SATs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Which I haven't done yet... bad idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-6015098239280211675?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/6015098239280211675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/10/goals-and-to-do-for-rest-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/6015098239280211675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/6015098239280211675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/10/goals-and-to-do-for-rest-of-year.html' title='Goals and To Do for the Rest of the Year'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-7560382221481835727</id><published>2010-10-06T21:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:54:41.854-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>That Summer List...</title><content type='html'>1. Get my bot working on this mac... then maybe on the server... (etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my bot works on this mac now, and theoretically it will work on the server. I just haven't talked to my host about the best way to do that yet. The html parsing problem still exists but I've taken out that functionality for now. Sadly the bot hasn't been around lately because I'm not always home or haven't been in the mood or forget to bring her in. I've made myself a bot. Not a bot for me, I mean I am the bot. Basically I've coded a few things into my own client and just brought in chattytunes to do the iTunes stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Clean up the wires behind the studio computer... (etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried doing that. It turned out that we actually do have a lot of wires back there that we actually use and my cleaning up didn't make much difference. I'm hoping somehow we can get new, smaller office chairs and tidy the office even more to make the computer sit farther back or even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;under&lt;/span&gt; the desk! I'm very weird about the office. I get upset when people come in and move things around and leave stuff just laying there and don't pick up after themselves. I also get upset that they leave nasty, old Rita's cups and McDonalds bags in the trash can clearly labeled to say throw your food and drink trash in the outside can. There's a reason for that. It attracts those gnats you're always complaining about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Somehow be able to stream on livestream straight from my computer's DVD drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This didn't work out either. I did stream the Wizard of Oz, but from my old laptop while I chatted and watched on my new one. I will find a way! I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Learn Python?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, kinda. Not much more than I already knew. I can read it now, and the minor details I can always Google. I feel that either Ruby has better documentation or I'm just used to it because it's slightly easier for me to find what I need to know for Ruby than for Python, even though Python is more popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Transfer  all my files to the mac and set up everything like I had before, like  that popping noise my IRC client makes when I'm pinged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did transfer most of my files. At least the really important ones. I lost about half my music but got the things I downloaded so I can always replace the rest. I haven't turned on my old laptop in ages (probably should just to check on it) because I haven't needed it, which is a good thing. This new one is sooo much faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Update website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually working on that now. I'd like it to be a bit more pleasing to the eye and less simple simple. But there really isn't enough that I do that I would like to publish to fill an entire website. When I start my career, sure, but I'm just a teen. A teen girl for that matter. Still, the main source of truly updated information should be my blog (If I actually post, which I should) and maybe even my twitter account. But I shall be making that private soon because if I go through with actually starting to use it, I don't want the whole world to know where I'm eating lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Bike as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely happened. I rode down to the beach a few times but it gets tiring, especially on the way back with that one enormous hill, and it's hard to get the hang of it. The last time I did it I tore up my heel from stupidly stopping myself with my foot and the pedal slammed into it. I bled my way up the big hill back home. Blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Choreograph a dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Let's not get into that. Didn't really even try this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Go college shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; have, but my mom didn't schedule any college visits all summer. She's the one that needs to pay for it and drive me there and visit with me so I was thinking she would do it if I reminded her enough but noo. She finally scheduled two for the beginning of November after a little fight we had where she decided to do some more mom things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Get my license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently enrolled in driver's ed on Tuesdays and Thursdays until the end of the month, but will be missing the 14th due to the marching band exhibition, so I have to take one class in the next session which begins in November. Then I have to get my hours with the instructor, so I probably won't be eligible to test for my provisional until sometime in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Go to Carowinds in NC/SC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... didn't happen. Especially because of the license thing. But soon! I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-7560382221481835727?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/7560382221481835727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/10/that-summer-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/7560382221481835727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/7560382221481835727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/10/that-summer-list.html' title='That Summer List...'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-1297649017155371460</id><published>2010-10-06T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:18:32.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blog is Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;No, you're not colorblind. I mean it's green because it takes less energy to show it. Think about it this way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On your computer, the brighter the screen, the more electrical energy it takes. So... with my black background and purple letters, my blog is green! For example, check this out: &lt;a href="http://www.blackle.com/"&gt;blackle.com&lt;/a&gt; Also, turn off your lights and do "stuff" in the dark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happened to my randomness pie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-1297649017155371460?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/1297649017155371460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-blog-is-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/1297649017155371460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/1297649017155371460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-blog-is-green.html' title='This Blog is Green'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-8589433897069247299</id><published>2010-07-21T22:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:56:18.877-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>IT'S OVER 9000!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.servimg.com/u/f31/12/41/85/63/over9010.png"&gt;FONT SIZE OVER 9000 AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-8589433897069247299?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/8589433897069247299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-over-9000.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/8589433897069247299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/8589433897069247299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-over-9000.html' title='IT&apos;S OVER 9000!!!!!'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-2944653806273664566</id><published>2010-07-07T14:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:34:20.367-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><title type='text'>Just another fight</title><content type='html'>Me: I'm hungryyyyy-&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother: DON'T YOU DARE EAT THEN NOT EAT THAT CASSEROLE!&lt;br /&gt;Don't say it like that! I wasn't gonna!&lt;br /&gt;YOU DO IT EVERY NIGHT-&lt;br /&gt;For the entire last week I skipped lunch because it was too late to eat!&lt;br /&gt;LET THE DOG IN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going up-&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T CARE WHERE YOU GO (SOMETHING LOUD BUT I STOPPED LISTENING)&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP&lt;br /&gt;(MORE YELLING)&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;BITCH!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-2944653806273664566?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/2944653806273664566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-another-fight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/2944653806273664566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/2944653806273664566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-another-fight.html' title='Just another fight'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-513157319711029100</id><published>2010-07-02T12:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T13:13:57.405-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>I Dunno If You'll Understand This</title><content type='html'>Hpricot (a ruby gem) crashes my bot. It's an html parser that I use to get her to read websites and such... but when Cookie uses it on this computer, as soon as she's done doing what she's doing, she just exits. No exceptions raised, no errors, and it's not even actually exiting. It just stops. IRC says the "client exited" which is what happens when I ^C from the terminal. I can't figure out what she's doing. She actually does what she's supposed to do, like the one feature where she gets the first paragraph of a Wikipedia page. She returns the paragraph, then "client exited". Ugh. It worked on Windows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-513157319711029100?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/513157319711029100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dunno-if-youll-understand-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/513157319711029100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/513157319711029100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dunno-if-youll-understand-this.html' title='I Dunno If You&apos;ll Understand This'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-2764446316968101264</id><published>2010-06-26T20:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T21:09:00.508-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Things I Want to Do This Summer</title><content type='html'>Well, summer's here. And I have a to do list, aside from the usual... what I HAVE to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my bot working on this mac... then maybe on the server. This includes completely stripping anything windows related, and maybe even taking the iTunes function away :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean up the wires behind the studio computer (in addition to more tidying. I already cleaned up the computer itself)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Somehow be able to stream on livestream straight from my computer's DVD drive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn Python?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Transfer all my files to the mac and set up everything like I had before, like that popping noise my IRC client makes when I'm pinged&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Update website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bike as much as possible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choreograph a dance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go college shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my license&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Carowinds in NC/SC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;This all goes with the normal summer assignments and working at the studio. If any nerds have any ideas for any of these, feel free to comment or message me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-2764446316968101264?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/2764446316968101264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-i-want-to-do-this-summer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/2764446316968101264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/2764446316968101264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-i-want-to-do-this-summer.html' title='Things I Want to Do This Summer'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-3256899512120226366</id><published>2010-06-24T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T20:55:23.576-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>BTWs - Our Second Dance Competition and Recital</title><content type='html'>We won a first place trophy! On our hiphop dance! For Starpower which is known to be tough! Keep in mind these are middle class white girls whose school is very well funded and aren't natural hiphoppers. I'm proud. I got in on it for recital, but not the competition for reasons known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recital was fun. I was in ONE dance (hiphop) and I got to help with the sound tech :D Although we had 2 technical difficulties, one being during a duet where the power completely went out, and two being that the CD I gave for the finale was damaged so we had to start over :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I think it was one of our best shows yet, and I got a LOT of complements on my hiphoppin', people saying how that was my forte and I really needed that and everyone's eyes are drawn to me :3 Not a big head here, that's what they said. I grew up in a different area than these other girls too, though I've been dancing for 14 years, so that may be it. Iunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to stream the DVD when it comes out. I've still yet to stream Wizard of Oz. That is all! Ta ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-3256899512120226366?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/3256899512120226366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/06/btws-our-second-dance-competition-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/3256899512120226366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/3256899512120226366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/06/btws-our-second-dance-competition-and.html' title='BTWs - Our Second Dance Competition and Recital'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-1666946492282946853</id><published>2010-06-22T16:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T16:41:46.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Fight</title><content type='html'>I’m going up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are all the groceries in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Yes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stops and turns, says forcefully* Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I haven’t had a single fight in the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE SHE DOESN’T MAKE YOU DO ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I forgot what I said here but it including me saying in a hurt way that she was yelling at me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WASN’T YELLING AT YOU, I WAS TELLING YOU “WHAT AM I S’POSED TO DO?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were yelling at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pauses* OKAY I WAS YELLING AT YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you yelling at me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE YOU’RE GOD DAMN LAZY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been helping with recital all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I COME IN HERE WITH $200 DOLLARS OF GROCERIES AND-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sob* YOU DON’T NEED $200 DOLLARS OF GROCERIES *turns and runs up the stairs to my room and slams the door*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sob because, like I have said before, I don't take yelling well. In this case, I tried very hard to remain calm, but without my defensive system of yelling back, I got that... well see the previous post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-1666946492282946853?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/1666946492282946853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/06/todays-fight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/1666946492282946853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/1666946492282946853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/06/todays-fight.html' title='Today&apos;s Fight'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-2753671442728874899</id><published>2010-05-25T20:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:33:21.365-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><title type='text'>Don't Hurt Me!</title><content type='html'>I don't do well with yelling. For as long as I can remember, when I'm put into a situation where someone is yelling at or even scolding me and I can't defend myself, I get very anxious and upset. In a fight with my parents, I'm okay because... well... I've taught myself to yell back at them and not bottle up those emotions, but when someone I don't feel deserves it starts to get on the offense, I cringe and sometimes whimper. I want to cry, and I occasionally do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-2753671442728874899?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/2753671442728874899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-hurt-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/2753671442728874899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/2753671442728874899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-hurt-me.html' title='Don&apos;t Hurt Me!'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-6207845415410346277</id><published>2010-05-22T23:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T23:53:07.353-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Prom</title><content type='html'>It's slightly depressing seeing all of these young people going to prom. They have friends or significant others that are older than them and get to go twice or more times in their life. I'm not the type to make a big deal of prom, but it's something you wanna say you've gone to. It's a good memory and experience to have. I was lucky enough to start dating someone in the same grade and school as I am, so I'll only go once if I make it (with my luck who knows if I'll get swine flu right before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries. I've had plenty other good memories that many others will never enjoy &gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-6207845415410346277?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/6207845415410346277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/05/prom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/6207845415410346277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/6207845415410346277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/05/prom.html' title='Prom'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-4067306864759897201</id><published>2010-05-05T21:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:42:30.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanish your teacher never taught</title><content type='html'>me gustan penes&lt;br /&gt;te gustan coños&lt;br /&gt;pero coños son brutas (a mi)&lt;br /&gt;tu tienes un pene &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="chatzilla-italic"&gt;que mide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nueve pulgadas&lt;br /&gt;tengo un coño apretado&lt;br /&gt;pega tu pene a mi coño&lt;br /&gt;este es tan erótico&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-4067306864759897201?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/4067306864759897201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/05/spanish-your-teacher-never-taught.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/4067306864759897201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/4067306864759897201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/05/spanish-your-teacher-never-taught.html' title='Spanish your teacher never taught'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-1746851861627035344</id><published>2010-04-17T13:35:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T13:45:36.235-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Quick note...</title><content type='html'>...about how much the school system sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever told you about my guidance counselor? She's an IB counselor. So she doesn't care about her individual kids. We're all smart good students. We don't have problems. She just worries about college stuff. You need to make an appointment days ahead and then don't see her until two months later. So obviously the day I was so depressed that I hid under the science lab tables until someone found me... she was nowhere to be found. I got an intern. Nicest lady I have ever met. (event somewhat mentioned &lt;a href="http://blog.nefnee.com/2009/03/im-aliiiiive.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: This post was written two days ago. Thanks, mom, for cutting off my internet at 9pm RIGHT WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO HIT "PUBLISH POST"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-1746851861627035344?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/1746851861627035344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/04/quick-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/1746851861627035344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/1746851861627035344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/04/quick-note.html' title='Quick note...'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-6206807349039998497</id><published>2010-04-12T20:24:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T19:06:38.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have that!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patellofemoral_pain_syndrome"&gt;Patellofemoral pain syndrome&lt;/a&gt; I have that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dysmenorrhea"&gt;Dysmenorrhea&lt;/a&gt; I have that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ADHD_predominantly_inattentive"&gt;ADHD predominantly inattentive&lt;/a&gt; I have that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iron_deficiency_anemia"&gt;Iron deficiency anemia&lt;/a&gt; I have that sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exercise-induced_asthma"&gt;Exercise-induced asthma&lt;/a&gt; I have that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milk_allergy"&gt;Milk allergy&lt;/a&gt; I used to have that&lt;br /&gt;Also, some weird "mini staph infection" thing. And it seems that many individuals agree to the existence of mini staph infections but there are no articles or journals that I can find on them. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I have other things. Everyone has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; right? Actually, there's a wonderful mini-script I wrote about that. I may have blagged this before. I will look into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is just a random post for the day. Hope you enjoyed it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-6206807349039998497?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/6206807349039998497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/6206807349039998497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/6206807349039998497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-that.html' title='I have that!'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-6366440189858042696</id><published>2010-04-11T18:08:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:28:46.860-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>First Dance Competition</title><content type='html'>Well, this weekend I participated in my first dance competition ever. It was at Kings Dominion. I didn't win anything. But it was definitely not out of my league. I think a big reason we weren't so good was that the other dancer, Abby, is a littleun (about 10-12ish?) and she kept getting ahead. COUNT, GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not actually on the competition team. It's new this year. I've always hated competition dancers. Most of them are just white teen girls that love glitter and rhinestones and don't care about others' feelings, and when they're trying to get somewhere they just push you, yelling "OUT OF THE WAY OUT OF THE WAY!" (This is from past experience from when I was a little girl and my studio used to have competition. All the girls were just so mean. It was miserable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't like glitter. Or fake jewelery. Or any jewelery for that matter. My ears aren't pierced. And I don't like stickers. But that's beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two reasons I did this. 1- for Abby. 2- for Kings Dominion. I was asked to fill in because this competition doesn't accept solo pieces. Little did I know I would end up not being able to wear a bra. TMI? My booty shorts came off right in the middle of the dance. Booty shorts! Lol! I pulled them up, don't worry. Nobody I asked noticed, but apparently it happened to Abby too. I also had to wear clip on earrings. BLECH! And lots of makeup. That was expected. But it was unpleasant on the sunburn. It was all around unpleasant. "I would've gotten out of this by now if it weren't for Abby, but if anyone even comes close to me with glitter, I'm done." You might be like, "She's complaining for nothing," and I realize I have it good. But I am SO not a girly girl. Thank god it was at King's Dominion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, well, we didn't win anything. And I didn't get to ride the new coasters: neither the Dominator nor the Intimidator. But it was fun. And I "did great" according to parents and friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-6366440189858042696?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/6366440189858042696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-dance-competition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/6366440189858042696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/6366440189858042696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-dance-competition.html' title='First Dance Competition'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-2724122234856834527</id><published>2010-04-08T20:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T13:34:38.197-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>/me is moderate</title><content type='html'>1. My site's back up. That makes me happy. And my blog domain got switched to blog.nefnee.com. Mood- :)&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't get on the server. First, I didn't know the password. Then, it just stopped liking me. I can get on [insert name here]'s server just fine. Grr. I could even connect 5 minutes ago. It just DOESN'T LIKE ME! Mood- D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I get to go to Kings Dominion this weekend!!! WOOOOO!!!!! But, part of the weekend I have to compete for dance RAWR! Mood- :]&lt;br /&gt;4. I've got lots of school work to do. Meh. End of half-semester coming up. Mood- :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-2724122234856834527?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/2724122234856834527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/04/me-is-moderate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/2724122234856834527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/2724122234856834527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/04/me-is-moderate.html' title='/me is moderate'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-7324225160581101384</id><published>2010-02-21T20:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:36:18.699-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Am I shallow?</title><content type='html'>I need to make this one point nice and clear: It is NOT shallow to not want an online relationship. I repeat: IT IS NOT SHALLOW TO NOT BE INTERESTED IN ONLINE DATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One might make the point, "If you have everything in common and get along and like each other then you should go ahead and do it." My point is that if you were really that meant to be, you would end up together somehow. You might travel to see said person between the time you leave school and start looking for a job. If it works out, try it then. Just keep in touch for now, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another point one would make, "You shouldn't base a relationship on physical contact." Some people might not need it, but for me, I do base it muchly on real hugs, real kisses, real contact. It is my choice and it is NOT SHALLOW! When I cry, I need a hug. I need a shoulder to cry on. I want to go on dates. I want to hold hands. I want to see a smile. Hear a voice. I don't want to stick to the computerized voices you get when you talk on the phone or on skype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/352/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, It's just not worth it&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/352/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-7324225160581101384?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/7324225160581101384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/02/am-i-shallow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/7324225160581101384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/7324225160581101384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/02/am-i-shallow.html' title='Am I shallow?'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-8159334274983293347</id><published>2010-02-14T15:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:47:43.699-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Don't we all &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a good &lt;a href="http://www.skary.net/movies/cupidmovie.html"&gt;anti-holiday movie? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Happy Valentine's Day wish to anyone who I happen to link to my blag today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also in awareness of those singles out there! Happy Singles Awareness Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-8159334274983293347?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/8159334274983293347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/8159334274983293347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/8159334274983293347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-149428692687021966</id><published>2010-02-03T20:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T20:34:15.717-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><title type='text'>For me?</title><content type='html'>You have this friend. You dated her for a while, exclusively on the internet might I add, but towards the end, things went bad, she didn't respect you as one should a true boyfriend, and it ended. A month or so later, you began to date this other girl, who you eventually "fell in love" with. Ex is mainly bitchy to you anymore, and gf wants you to just leave her be, for your own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, ex is upset about a boy that may have rejected her or something, and is saying suicidal things. You want to help her, because you, of course, are a good person and if you ever leave suicidal friends alone, you feel terrible about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today it's bothering you. You tell your gf that you're done talking to people that are just gonna be suicidal and stuff. Your gf tells you that she's been nothing but mean to you, and so on. You agree. But you're still talking to the ex. You complain some more, and gf replies, "Stop talking to her? For me? She wouldn't do the same for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key word: "for me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you refuse your own girl's "for me" to continue talking to someone who's nothing but mean to you, then you need to get your head checked. Most girls, I think, would get mad if her boyfriend refused a "for me" at ANY time in ANY situation, so be careful, men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story brought to you by a friend of mine and donations from viewers like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a note: don't worry about the girl. She has plenty of love from other people. She's fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-149428692687021966?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/149428692687021966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/149428692687021966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/149428692687021966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-me.html' title='For me?'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-3248976500507371790</id><published>2010-01-26T00:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T18:50:00.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you care?</title><content type='html'>It's weird when I'm the first one to talk to you. All the time. But when I do, you always seem happy to talk to me. At first at least. We go through the same dialogue every time, then you have to go. This actually happens completely online, because I've only gotten the privilege to speak to you in person... once? And have I hugged you? Nope. You don't really seem to realize how much I actually do want to hug you. I want to get to know you. But whether it's a long conversation or a short one, you always leave very suddenly. And lately, yeah... we don't talk for very long in the first place. You are quite busy. You don't need to talk to little me. I'm a tiny unimportant spec in your life. Hanging out with me would just be a day's waste of your precious time back home. You hug plenty other girls who are crazy about you, so nothing I can say will change your views about someone who just wants to be a good friend. Have a nice life, you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-3248976500507371790?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/3248976500507371790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/3248976500507371790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/3248976500507371790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-care.html' title='Do you care?'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-207167138492222562</id><published>2010-01-10T15:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T15:49:49.736-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><title type='text'>Maturity</title><content type='html'>I know this happens to a lot of people. You're talking to a smart-ass "friend" that insists they are more mature than you. If they were so mature they wouldn't INSIST ON EXPLAINING that they were more mature. It's like mocking someone because of their sexual orientation. You say that to feel better about your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend has a few girls that all do the same thing. Meanly calling him immature. In this "I'm smart, you're stupid" way. He's not immature. He's more mature than all of them. He just can't find a witty enough comment to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, "Tell her this."&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Too late, I already said 'lol blah blah blah.'"&lt;br /&gt;"You're giving her the upper hand!"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to argue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not arguing if you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; mature. It's being witty. She'll leave you alone if you say the right thing. You don't have to be mean. If she does try to argue, you can tell her that trying to argue is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;immature&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the girl, If you were so mature, you wouldn't be giving him a hard time for nothing. Mature people don't insult those who never did anything wrong to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-207167138492222562?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/207167138492222562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/01/maturity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/207167138492222562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/207167138492222562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2010/01/maturity.html' title='Maturity'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-3719161061541253946</id><published>2009-12-21T18:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:42:53.894-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>What do you call it?</title><content type='html'>This &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nicely&lt;/span&gt; describes a... oh... how to say without being mean?&lt;br /&gt;...person I know. Yes, written by me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm no pro. Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;you say you don't lie&lt;br /&gt;but i never made that promise.&lt;br /&gt;what you don't know&lt;br /&gt;is that i know everything about you&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not ready to be fooled&lt;br /&gt;like the fools in your past&lt;br /&gt;because i could see right through you&lt;br /&gt;right from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;i have a good judge of character&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry to say&lt;br /&gt;actually i'm not that sorry to say&lt;br /&gt;you're not my type.&lt;br /&gt;it was nice knowing you.&lt;br /&gt;actually i'm just being polite.&lt;br /&gt;go fuck yourself.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love that? "Go fuck yourself" So punk... so... impossible. Seriously. Can anyone explain how that is possible?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-3719161061541253946?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/3719161061541253946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-nicely-describes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/3719161061541253946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/3719161061541253946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-nicely-describes.html' title='What do you call it?'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-9027475173100335340</id><published>2009-11-18T15:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:02:42.334-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Chicken Soup</title><content type='html'>Because I'm feeling a bit sick to my stomach, my good friend sent me a picture of chicken noodle soup.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/localfoods/1/0/y/-/-/-/ChickenSoup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 151px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/localfoods/1/0/y/-/-/-/ChickenSoup.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That inspired me to start reading the first story from a bunch of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chicken Soup for the Soul&lt;/span&gt;s. Well... the teen ones at least. Most of them I realize... suck. Every writer seems to be either a preppy 15 year old that fools around or an innocent 8th grade-freshman kid that doesn't know anything about high school. My school is diverse. I try to be nice to everyone. I don't have any enemies nor do I know any of those douches that only strive to get laid. I have many friends and acquaintances. Sure, there are those girls that I just don't like, but I live on the theory that everyone is raised this way. Everyone does something for a reason, for the good of their lives and the lives of the ones they care about. Don't let people hurt your feelings because obviously something brought that on and you should just accept it and fight it with kindness and maybe even figure out if they may be right. See it through their eyes. They may do things you wouldn't do in that situation, but that's just them. Let people know that. What I do: tell other people involved that I'm not perfect and always make the right decisions but what they did was uncalled for and not right and someone needs to give them a good smack in the face and a talking to. Also, people make assumptions. People overreact. Just because they see you walking out of the woods doesn't mean you have done something wrong. You took a walk. Get over it. And you can tell them that without force or anger. They jumped to conclusions. Take that thought and yank it out of their minds. You're not an evil person. Nobody is. I don't care what your religion says. Sins &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; only mistakes, though brought on by the way you were raised, in your pursuit of happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-9027475173100335340?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/9027475173100335340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/11/chicken-soup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/9027475173100335340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/9027475173100335340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/11/chicken-soup.html' title='Chicken Soup'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-1756351799819367458</id><published>2009-11-09T23:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:09:37.213-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><title type='text'>A Little Advice for the Average Girl</title><content type='html'>I don't like girls. Yes, I am a girl, but I understand how horrible and confusing and mean and scheming girls can be, which is why I stopped liking them. Girls need to know some things. These aren't all actually taken from my point of view, but some are directed at people I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you're not going to be supportive, stay out of my business.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't bitch about me if you don't know me. If I've never spoken to you in my life, or if the only times we have spoken were perfectly nice, there's no reason to be such a-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just because it's something YOU would do (or have done) doesn't mean it's something I would do. I'm not you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't judge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop taking your jealousy out on other people. Jealousy is internal, like PMSing. Nobody would want to date a constantly PMSing girl anyway, so shut it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you decide something, stick to it. Don't hurt someone and expect them to forgive you later. If they do, they are a p-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The constant heart-sending to your girl friends is ANNOYING but that's just my opinion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop throwing around "I love you" like that. To me, that means "I'd take a bullet for you. Jump off a bridge for you. This doesn't necessarily mean like a lover but having you in my life just makes me happy." Say it when you mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;STOP SCHEMING! The biggest reason that I dislike girls: Scheming. Talking behind peoples backs. Giving dirty looks or worse, acting totally yet artificially nice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So that's all I have for now. May just keep adding to the list later because I have many things to say XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me for the messed up post. It's not very happy, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-1756351799819367458?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/1756351799819367458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-advice-for-average-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/1756351799819367458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/1756351799819367458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-advice-for-average-girl.html' title='A Little Advice for the Average Girl'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-7736319248443743065</id><published>2009-10-25T16:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T17:12:01.562-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I Have Officially Become a Photographer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SuS8Yz7xqaI/AAAAAAAAACY/ZjPFvPC_V5o/s1600-h/Picture+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SuS8Yz7xqaI/AAAAAAAAACY/ZjPFvPC_V5o/s200/Picture+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396645387940506018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DeviantArt makes everything official.&lt;br /&gt;(Copyright &lt;a href="http://nefnee.deviantart.com/"&gt;~Nefnee&lt;/a&gt;. Look on the site for the license.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am frantically procrastinating. The end of the term is this Friday and I have missed way to much History class. I am also having family issues. My mom is feeling better therefore she will be up my butt again. She has began to watch my text messaging usage since I had about 10,000 last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now listen, 10,000 is not that much. It's just over 300 a day, in and out. So only about 150 a day both ways. I'm awake, on average, 18 hours a day. So that's only 9 messages sent an hour. NOT THAT MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, our homecoming was awesome. I love marching band :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-7736319248443743065?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/7736319248443743065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-officially-become-photographer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/7736319248443743065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/7736319248443743065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-officially-become-photographer.html' title='I Have Officially Become a Photographer'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SuS8Yz7xqaI/AAAAAAAAACY/ZjPFvPC_V5o/s72-c/Picture+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-4870489805637081735</id><published>2009-10-22T21:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:14:21.482-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SuEQaL9LFDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/A2FDtTv-ToM/s1600-h/CHOCOLATE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SuEQaL9LFDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/A2FDtTv-ToM/s200/CHOCOLATE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395611870638576690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Chocolate? Did you say... chocolate?! CHOCOLATE?! CHOCOLATE!!! CHOCOLATE!!!!!!!! *gasp* &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHOCOLATE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;CHOCOLATE!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-4870489805637081735?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/4870489805637081735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/10/chocolate-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/4870489805637081735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/4870489805637081735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/10/chocolate-week.html' title='Chocolate Week'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SuEQaL9LFDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/A2FDtTv-ToM/s72-c/CHOCOLATE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-2629324457961792550</id><published>2009-10-20T18:54:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:08:30.889-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>THAT CHOCOLATE DUDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mimifroufrou.com/scentedsalamander/images/Axe-Dark-Temptation-Ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 190px;" src="http://www.mimifroufrou.com/scentedsalamander/images/Axe-Dark-Temptation-Ad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I would eat this dude up. But, I'm sorry. Axe does not turn you to chocolate therefore I will not necessarily eat you all up if you use it. Plus, Axe Chocolate (Dark Temptation) burns my nose. People say Axe smells like ass. Axe. Ass. But hey, certain kinds of Axe, I admit, are turn ons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for this guy really. You can't trust a girls mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-2629324457961792550?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/2629324457961792550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-chocolate-dude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/2629324457961792550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/2629324457961792550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-chocolate-dude.html' title='THAT CHOCOLATE DUDE'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-6361328043781377747</id><published>2009-09-24T17:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:33:21.733-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I'm an Emo Kid</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Apathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough with the references... I think I'm going through depression again. I don't want to do anything anymore. All the stuff that I usually want to do sooo bad instead of homework just doesn't interest me. There are things like marching band that I do enjoy... but it's only because it's something to focus on. Something to look forward to. Though I was about to kill someone at our last game which was also the first game of the season. I loved the show. I loved marching. Sitting in the stands, though. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I woke up feeling like crap. My cat started scratching at my door. I slept through 15 minutes of Aerosmith. Now I like Aerosmith but waking up to it is a different story. I got up and remembered... hey... its the 24th... and got really upset. Ask me why if you really want to know. I walked to my grandmothers room after getting ready and woke her up and asked if I could just not go to school (because she's been taking me to the bus stop lately) and she said to ask my mom, who, remember, is sick. Mom said no. I had an emotional breakdown a few minutes later. After a lot of debating and missing the bus already, I just stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some more moping and crying in my room, my mom came in and advised I go downstairs and have a good breakfast and some coffee and that actually sounded really good! So I gave in and sucked it up and went down. Then she crashed on the sofa. I had the ability to make myself breakfast and coffee but I didn't have the get up to do it. I moped some more. Had a stale lunchable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later my grandmother fully woke up and came down. She was about to bake and I asked if I could make some peach cake but when I started taking out stuff while she was putting dishes away, I got snapped at and it set me off. I ran upstairs and at the top of the steps, I again started thinking and had another breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came downstairs later and made cake. Then I came back up and started doing stuff that didn't quite make me happy. Eventually after listening to a lot of music and relaxing I started having the urge to do artistic-computer stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still depressed... but less of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-6361328043781377747?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/6361328043781377747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-diary-mood-apathetic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/6361328043781377747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/6361328043781377747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-diary-mood-apathetic.html' title='I&apos;m an Emo Kid'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-9011612101490258682</id><published>2009-09-22T21:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:09:23.297-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Forgot to give it a title and had to go back</title><content type='html'>I never know what to do or what to say... it always hurts that not everyone can be happy. Scrolling down the feed can be a bit depressing, especially when you're in a depressive mood already. Just do your job; it's all you can do for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's getting colder and colder in this room, though my lap is warm from an overheating computer. Sitting up on my still-made bed, I just rest my head on the pillow behind me and fall in and out of sleep. Scattered around me are various notebooks and papers and binders and textbooks and novels. Also here is my agenda book with unusually small handwriting so I can fit every assignment in. I have a "shit-load" to do still, as I call it, but I haven't had a shower as recently as I possibly should have. Every night this week has been like this, except it's only Tuesday. I can't stay up past ten. Literally. If I try, I fall asleep in whichever place or position I happen to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mother is sick, my Grandma: old. I am the only "able" person in this house, but I'm in IB. I was sick with Pneumonia for two weeks and after breaking out in hives from the antibiotics working its way out of the system still having a weak immune system, I am getting close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting close to caught up. I am working as hard as I can to get this lab, that research paper, this bookwork, that PhotoStory. I am trudging along. Then, I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream. About things I've never dreamed before. The same ideas have come up all month. My dog, vacations, and don't laugh... blowjobs. I never fly anymore. I never dance. I never drive. Instead of blowing up stuff, I'm watching someone else do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to set the alarm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-9011612101490258682?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/9011612101490258682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-never-know-what-to-do-or-what-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/9011612101490258682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/9011612101490258682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-never-know-what-to-do-or-what-to-say.html' title='Forgot to give it a title and had to go back'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-8952737424453978222</id><published>2009-09-11T17:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T18:47:52.530-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>What a Year</title><content type='html'>So after being sick, my cough never went away. I came back Tuesday completely lost and didn't even know my schedule. Plus, my first teacher didn't even recognize me at first and sent me to guidance to get another schedule. I kept my cool all day but when I got home I just couldn't concentrate on my new load of homework. When my mom came home and started asking questions, I snapped. Big fight, lost my stuff, same old same old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: I had band in the morning and while I was marching, I got stung by a bee. Luckily I'm not allergic, but it hurt like hell. The worst part is, that night during marching band practice, I found out from someone that the drum line was messing with the bee and made it sting me. If I was allergic, they would've killed me. My friend there is allergic and it could've easily been her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Stressed out. The second day I stayed after school for Chemistry and the teacher still hadn't given me as much as a hint on what to do for my first Internal Assessment. After an hour and a half, I gave up and gathered my stuff and walked toward the door and she finally decided to ask me what I have so far. When I said "nothing" she decided AT LAST to help me out. That was a stressful day though. The day ended with me talking to Richie on the phone for the first time in forever. The whole 2 hours I was drawing on one page in my sketchbook. I'll upload a pic of that on dA later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Today. The bus ride to school was so quiet. Even a certain talkative junior with the name of Nick was silent. Everyone was so tired. Yeti fell asleep. I listened to loud Aerosmith. School was nice. Band was nice. Art was nice. Chemistry was nice considering we took a fairly large test and it was easy as cake. But! I broke out on my knee. By the time I got home it was huge and red. In a matter of five minutes I had rashes up my arms. In another five minutes I had it all over. I BROKE OUT IN HIVES!!!!!! I am currently resisting scratching my butt. I'm in much pain. Mom says it's stress related. Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long post. Crazy week to me. Like you care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-8952737424453978222?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/8952737424453978222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/8952737424453978222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/8952737424453978222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-year.html' title='What a Year'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-3964166702435648255</id><published>2009-09-06T12:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T19:35:12.807-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>TELL ME TO POST</title><content type='html'>Not really. School started. I'm in IB. Might not have much of a chance to post really. I can only do it today because I've been out sick for 6 school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I came home with a fever the 27th (Last Thursday) and had seen doctors and doctors for a full week with them testing and treating for viruses, the flu, strep, everything. They put me on the wrong antibiotic and when it wasn't working, they finally sent me to a radiologist and discovered I had a version of pneumonia that didn't work with the antibiotic I was taking and probably came from a simple virus at first. They didn't want to take me off the other antibiotic (which did I mention is so nasty that I threw it up) so they just doubled me up. Taking 2 sets of antibiotics, cough medicine (which also didn't work) and a whole bunch of other drugs for the symptoms, I am finally getting better. So, Tuesday: 12 days later, I will be done most of my medicine and will be back in school... FINALLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also to say- I've updated my website, &lt;a href="http://www.nefnee.com"&gt;nefnee.com&lt;/a&gt;, for the first time in probably a year. It still has really nothing on it but its up to date :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-3964166702435648255?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/3964166702435648255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/09/tell-me-to-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/3964166702435648255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/3964166702435648255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/09/tell-me-to-post.html' title='TELL ME TO POST'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-191989630636481171</id><published>2009-07-08T13:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:12:22.555-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>I'll humor you</title><content type='html'>If I haven't blagged in a while, remind me to blag. Cause I most likely will... as long as it's summer.&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I was asked to blag. About...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW TRANSFORMERS! Epic movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pidgin fails on me. So does FL Studio and Audacity and Firefox and Meebo and Twitter and Facebook and even DeviantArt. So today I realized: wait... I HAVE A WEBSITE! I haven't done anything to it in forever, and my html, etc knowledge has greatly improved since I keep my work site up to date. So check in and remind me to work on that too. I don't have my stuff for it downloaded on this computer so I'll just work on it on my thumb drive and copy it all over to the server later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Slusho. I will not blag about Michael Jackson. Billy Mays needs some attention too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-191989630636481171?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/191989630636481171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/07/ill-humor-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/191989630636481171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/191989630636481171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/07/ill-humor-you.html' title='I&apos;ll humor you'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-1459320053456009689</id><published>2009-06-21T12:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:53:59.170-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>What time is it?</title><content type='html'>SUMMER TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I haven't blagged in a while. You haven't even heard from me since the gun scare!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's summer. Over a week into vacation now. 21 GUNS VIDEO TODAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our dance show rocked. Now I'm supposed to be working at the studio Monday thru Friday, 12-4 and it will be a drag because I have to do actual work. I can't chat and Facebook! I have to clean, file, make phone calls, enter data, send information, register people, LOTS OF STUFF! It's WORK! I'm not used to this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using two new tags today! Music and summer. School is no more and summer has just begun. And 21 GUNS FTW!! I am a FANATIC!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-1459320053456009689?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/1459320053456009689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-time-is-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/1459320053456009689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/1459320053456009689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-time-is-it.html' title='What time is it?'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-9144792012269684786</id><published>2009-05-14T16:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:43:03.591-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Ghetto-Ass School</title><content type='html'>Third period. AP World History. You're one of the few not taking the AP test right now. You're pretending to watch a movie. 11:11. Make a wish. Wu walks in and says there's a code red. What is that again? Do we go somewhere or stay here and lock the doors? You soon realize the school's on lockdown. You know nothing about what's going on. Your friends start texting you wondering that too. The entire room begins texting and calling, trying to figure this out and telling their parents. There was a fight? Cops out front. A lunch can see everything. A news helicopter! Turn on the news! A gun? Turns out, the administrators warned the police about a student possibly having a gun. One officer confronted a kid outside near the cafeteria. The kid panicked and fled, dropping a gun. School was on lockdown for an hour and a half! Turns out, it was an empty, useless starter pistol. So much for our school's rep. We are the ghetto school of the county. The news and internet articles stretched the truth. We know this kid. He's a class clown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-9144792012269684786?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/9144792012269684786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/05/ghetto-ass-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/9144792012269684786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/9144792012269684786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/05/ghetto-ass-school.html' title='Ghetto-Ass School'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-3207237614499174762</id><published>2009-04-04T21:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:45:25.049-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>Random Fact</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My dances this year include:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Womanizer (Spears) - Hip-Hop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feedback (Jackson) - Tap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come Together (Other Jackson) - Jazz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Held (Natalie Grant) - Lyrical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arabian Nights - Acrobatics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Some epic song that is the background music to Tybalt's sword fight in R&amp;amp;J) - Ballet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just Dance (Lady Gaga) - Opening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Can't Stop the Beat (Hairspray Movie) - Closing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phantom of the Opera - MY SOLO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-3207237614499174762?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/3207237614499174762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-fact.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/3207237614499174762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/3207237614499174762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-fact.html' title='Random Fact'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-2482083230032505503</id><published>2009-04-04T20:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:14:32.664-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Damn End of the Marking Period</title><content type='html'>You work your ass off the last week trying to bring up all your grades. I didn't even get my last report card cause I have an "OBLIGATION"! Silly book. It's right here. I just forget to bring it to the library! Anyways... I may have higher grades than last quarter. Probably A's and B's and C's and maybe a D or E in AP World History. I suck at World. It's the foreign words. I only get American and European History because its in ENGLISH! Could've taken Euro this year... I just wanted the big picture though. And USH is next year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SPEAKING OF NEXT YEAR...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out I'm gonna be in the IB program. Hooray. Don't know what it is? &lt;a href="http://www.ibo.org/"&gt;Now you do&lt;/a&gt;. I'm currently taking Pre-IB classes, which are already somewhat tough. (AP is worse though) I didn't want to try to get through the IB program and wanted to drop out before Junior and Senior year, which is when students do the actual program. Problem is: I moved out of area in September and could stay at my school because it is a magnet school for (Pre-)IB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I know I'm boring you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-2482083230032505503?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/2482083230032505503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-end-of-marking-period.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/2482083230032505503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/2482083230032505503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-end-of-marking-period.html' title='Damn End of the Marking Period'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-5931143480504045141</id><published>2009-04-01T20:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:57:04.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BS</title><content type='html'>You know that game? Play it with Peanut Butter? I do. You don't know the game? &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bullshit_(game)"&gt;Now you do.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love games like "Truth or Dare" and "Never Have I Ever" but sometimes those two all the time get boring. So I need game ideas. I was talking about BS today and thought "What if it were like one of those games?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;BS Rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell a fact about yourself. Can be the truth, or can be a lie. If someone thinks you're lying, they shout BS! If it was a lie, they get a point. If it wasn't, you get a point. If nobody challenges you, you move on. But if you were in fact lying when nobody shouted BS, you say Peanut Butter after the next person starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But... Thing about BS, you are often forced to lie. Here, you can tell the truth the whole time. Let's avoid that. But it would be complicated to find a random way to make someone lie. So.... lets make them WANT to lie. POINTS!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are able to say Peanut Butter, you get 5 points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;One more thing: How do you win?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm'a leave that to you. First one to 20! Go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. FINALLY! A BLOG POST TODAY &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; ABOUT APRIL FOOLS! Oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-5931143480504045141?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/5931143480504045141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/04/bs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/5931143480504045141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/5931143480504045141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/04/bs.html' title='BS'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-2672353605286983036</id><published>2009-03-27T22:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:18:58.648-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><title type='text'>Title</title><content type='html'>Lots have happened this week. Richie and I broke up on Monday the 23rd. It was mutual. Hopefully things all work out for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The whole long-distance thing was difficult, only seeing eachother once every few weeks. And her emotional breakdowns kind of made things worse. I decided she'd be happiest with that guy that likes her, and with people who can help her. Sometimes when you love somebody so much and want the best for them in order for them to be happy, you may have to let them go, despite your own emotional wants."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday was a horribly gloomy A-day. I just wanted to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday was a B-day, so I got much love from my friends. Then after school, I met my new psychologist. She seems very nice, though it was very awkward to have an hour-long conversation with a total stranger to me all about me. But she might understand me better than my last one, so it'll be good. I don't regret my last Psycho because he did diagnose me with ADD =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday... yesterday. A-day. It was better than Tuesday. Had a friend over after school and then went to dance, which tired me out (can be a good thing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a good day. B-day. I did barely anything in all my classes, though I took a math test that, for the first time this semester, I didn't get a 100% on (had to throw that in there)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there's my week in a nutshell. Not as eventful sounding when I read this over, but trust me. I left out the details. Plus, I've gotten barely any sleep at ALL. Tootles. SOON I WILL BE MY RANDOM SELF AGAIN POTATOES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-2672353605286983036?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/2672353605286983036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/03/title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/2672353605286983036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/2672353605286983036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/03/title.html' title='Title'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-6686531812824978676</id><published>2009-03-23T16:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:19:10.456-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>I Have a Mission</title><content type='html'>I need a phone. Not a phone. A texting device. I have a phone, but I can't get unlimited on it. I need a cheapo phone (preferably with a full keyboard) with cheapo unlimited. Sounds like any teen's dream, huh?&lt;div&gt;Surfed around. Not too good at online shopping I must say. A friend of mine has a separate phone for texting (a GoPhone) and it's an awesome idea and all, but can't I JUST GET FRIGGIN UNLIMITED ON MY ENV?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways... AT&amp;amp;T has a nice rate. IF I could only figure out their website. I swear, if I could drive I'd just go to Radio Shack and find something. But I can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLEASE MOM IF YOU READ THIS I NEED UNLIMITED!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh.... how embarrassing. Does Verizon even have an unlimited rate? Maybe 5000 would do. It's only $5 more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goddammit! I have 45 texts left and my plan doesn't reset until the end of the month!! What am I gonna do?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not addicted. It's just my main source of communication (except for IMing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOLY CRAP sorry. Freaking out here. Help please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-6686531812824978676?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/6686531812824978676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-mission.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/6686531812824978676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/6686531812824978676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-mission.html' title='I Have a Mission'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-2737889200918859394</id><published>2009-03-22T22:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:23:42.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prose Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Heh... I took the metaphor a little too far...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been feeling down lately. I say I'm not sure why. It's true, but I'm on this emotional roller coaster that's attacking certain feelings of mine. &lt;br /&gt;I'm toward the end of my roller coaster now.&lt;br /&gt;It's that part where you're at that last, kind of sudden turn that is depressing.&lt;br /&gt;Once you finish that turn, you realize the ride almost over and you're gonna have to do something.&lt;br /&gt;I could ride the coaster again. Or, I could get off, but I'm heavy and that would be a bit hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;And who knows, I might get on another ride.&lt;br /&gt;What if the coaster crashed?&lt;br /&gt;The coaster would crash after I got off; I'd still be alive.&lt;br /&gt;But I would see the coaster crash. And that'd be just as bad if not worse.&lt;br /&gt;It may be my fault... cause I'm heavy.&lt;br /&gt;No one person can put that much stress on such a metal marvel of engineering.&lt;br /&gt;Except it's one of those shaky, wooden coasters. You never know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving the coaster too little credit. It's carried a lot more weight than I could ever put on it.&lt;br /&gt;But every coaster has a breaking point.&lt;br /&gt;You know what? This is getting weird. I don't plan on getting on any more rides anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just chillax on a bench and look at the map.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-2737889200918859394?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/2737889200918859394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/03/prose-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/2737889200918859394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/2737889200918859394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/03/prose-poem.html' title='Prose Poem'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-8179867789250171805</id><published>2009-03-16T15:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:57:30.084-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I'M ALIIIIIVE</title><content type='html'>It's all over! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The Wicked Witch&lt;/span&gt; is dead for last time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I LIVE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... hopefully I'll be back to posting because I have a life again. Why don't I update?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Pretty good. Unlike last semester, I'm passing all of my classes (that I know of) though I did miss quite a few A-days between field trips and emotional breakdowns... thats another topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: AWESOME! Love you guys. Drama has only strengthened some of my friendships and hopefully now that its done I can hang out more with my non-drama peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Make that relationship (singular). Richie and I have been at it for more than two months now. Make that two months, a week, and three days (No I don't count, sorry. I checked my calendar on my phone) Love you, babe.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Emotional... Stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Unfortunately this hasn't been too good. Seeing above, you wouldn't find a reason for me to hide under one of the chemistry lab tables in fetal position until someone found me and I was sent to guidance. But that's what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note, WE ROCKED THE SHOW!!!! Though I didn't get chosen for "best dancer" in for cappies v_v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-8179867789250171805?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/8179867789250171805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-aliiiiive.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/8179867789250171805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/8179867789250171805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-aliiiiive.html' title='I&apos;M ALIIIIIVE'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-2687045965400905117</id><published>2009-01-28T17:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:29:57.260-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Wordle! Also, I had the awesomest time today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="Wordle: Outta Hair Gel" href="http://www.wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/483121/Outta_Hair_Gel"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ddd 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; BORDER-TOP: #ddd 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; BORDER-LEFT: #ddd 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ddd 1px solid" alt="Wordle: Outta Hair Gel" src="http://www.wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/483121/Outta_Hair_Gel" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(5:37:35 PM) Richie: XD Some of it makes me wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(5:38:51 PM) Richie: Lemme guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(5:39:23 PM) Richie: "Richie's man parts. NOM! FLAGELLUM!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday! And what do I do on Sundays? Take a wild guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway SUPERBOWL SUNDAY!!! Steelers... kicking ass XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they suck, cause they hurt a Ravens player last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what to say here, and I have to make it quick before 9:30. So... um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post... Richie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-2687045965400905117?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/2687045965400905117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/wordle-also-i-had-awesomest-time-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/2687045965400905117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/2687045965400905117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/wordle-also-i-had-awesomest-time-today.html' title='Wordle! Also, I had the awesomest time today.'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-7422218483669162519</id><published>2009-01-28T16:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:01:57.719-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Lovin' That White Stuff</title><content type='html'>I hadn't gotten any this season v_v Ain't it sad? Well now I have! It's SNOW!!!! With no school from Tuesday to Thursday, and the last day of midterms being Monday, and the first day of the new semester being Friday, this week is da bomb! It's cold, but still and quiet, so its nice outside. It's turned to slush now and will prolly freeze overnight, so there's a chance there'll be no school Friday? HOPEFULLY!!! Boo yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I haven't blagged again (whoops) Upon breaking the streak before, I've stopped caring as much and now I'm starting to forget even though I'm on the interwebs ALL DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing... FLAGELLUM!!!! Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-7422218483669162519?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/7422218483669162519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/lovin-that-white-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/7422218483669162519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/7422218483669162519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/lovin-that-white-stuff.html' title='Lovin&apos; That White Stuff'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-2803099868672528791</id><published>2009-01-24T21:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:27:08.566-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>It Sucks</title><content type='html'>I haven't blagged in a few days. I get busy or forget or have those days where I don't get home until 9:30! It really sucks. So I try tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shall I blag about? Well... tomorrow's Sunday, so it's Richie Day! Hi Richie *waves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Fact of the Day: I have "Wizard of Oz" music permanently stuck in my head. Everything now somehow has a connection to the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? What if I say 'gang bang'?"&lt;br /&gt;"*Snickers* .......yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to listen to different versions of some songs and hearing my friends' parts... Glinda is a hermaphrodite (or something like that)... the witch is played by a man... and when V's part came, a scary man started yelling "But we got to verify it legally!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-2803099868672528791?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/2803099868672528791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-sucks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/2803099868672528791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/2803099868672528791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-sucks.html' title='It Sucks'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-4041782089198381094</id><published>2009-01-21T19:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:08:42.009-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Midterm Week and Cracker Barrel</title><content type='html'>Lemme start out by saying EWWWWIIIIEEEE!!!!! Midterms suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next topic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Cracker Barrel today and they had chocolate gear! It was awesome. Every single magnet, t-shirt, and hat explained me perfectly. I almost got a shirt that said "Put the chocolate in the bag and nobody gets hurt!" CHOCOLATE?! WHERE?! I also love Cracker Barrel because they always have a gigantic Hershey bar sitting by the host podium! CHOCOLATE NOM NOM NOM P:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like chocolate, as you know. And Richie's invention xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-4041782089198381094?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/4041782089198381094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/midterm-week-and-cracker-barrel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/4041782089198381094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/4041782089198381094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/midterm-week-and-cracker-barrel.html' title='Midterm Week and Cracker Barrel'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-5568532134447172247</id><published>2009-01-20T21:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:20:38.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GAH I missed yesterday!</title><content type='html'>I broke my daily post streak! I didn't blag yesterday! You wanna know why, huh? I had a guest over. Got busy, if you know what I mean ~_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shout out to Richie* Love ya, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Rockband and... did... other stuff... LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I uploaded pics from Emi's sweet sixteen, but it was Richie that had the pics of the *ahem* hug *ahem* couch *ahem* things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post with many line breaks... hmmm... OBAMA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-5568532134447172247?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/5568532134447172247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/gah-i-missed-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/5568532134447172247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/5568532134447172247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/gah-i-missed-yesterday.html' title='GAH I missed yesterday!'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-9042845182637710722</id><published>2009-01-18T19:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:08:21.394-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMI</title><content type='html'>Happy, happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;From Nefnee to you&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were my birthday&lt;br /&gt;So I could party too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I did party a bit. At Emi's house, 'twas me, Emi, V, Richie, and Jeremy (that's five, if you know what i mean). Quite fun. Especially the couch time and Jeremy's hug! Again, happy sweet sixteen and yes I told the internet your age. I love this group of people, though I bet Jeremy felt a little like a 5th wheel. Well until... ~_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-9042845182637710722?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/9042845182637710722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-emi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/9042845182637710722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/9042845182637710722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-emi.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMI'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-8790325783225939012</id><published>2009-01-17T21:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:58:07.769-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Skype...</title><content type='html'>...rapes my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda sucks, and aim chat is a bit better, I think. I've talked to my friends, video chat is fun! We make plenty of gay babies! GAY BABY MAKING IS FUN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Skype me. No, don't skype me. Aim me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, Skype rapes my computer. It's sad to watch my poor computer suffer like this! Though my computer is dumb, it doesn't deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Webcamming is fun)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-8790325783225939012?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/8790325783225939012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/skype.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/8790325783225939012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/8790325783225939012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/skype.html' title='Skype...'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-3580140120368735388</id><published>2009-01-16T20:08:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:57:54.225-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Crazy Fonts</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine showed me &lt;a href="http://www.dafont.com/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; and I explored around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/jgsa64"&gt;Scroll down on this page&lt;/a&gt;... if it acts up, hit esc quickly multiple times. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, huh? In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S FREE HUG FRIDAY!!! Yay! I attacted few people today though v_v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's sad? It's Molest Emerald Week and I haven't really done anything and I won't see him until Sunday. TOO BAD mwahaha!!!! If I know you and I haven't booked a molestation week for you, contact me or it will come by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;About the grapes post yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richie: All those grapes. XD&lt;br /&gt;Richie: &gt;D I wonder how much of my-- XD NVM!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-3580140120368735388?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/3580140120368735388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazy-fonts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/3580140120368735388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/3580140120368735388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazy-fonts.html' title='Crazy Fonts'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-994225618974231450</id><published>2009-01-15T20:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:36:24.101-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I CAN PHITH TWULV CREIFS IN MAH MOUF</title><content type='html'>Translation: I can fit twelve grapes in my mouth. (I could've done more, but didn't want to choke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot of work to do! Yes, I do work. Don't be surprised if I break my posting-every-day streak, which would really suck. So anyway, failing classes is NOT fun. I swear, next year I'm not taking any AP classes. Maybe Human Geo… NO NO NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'll try marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow! Maybe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-994225618974231450?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/994225618974231450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-can-phith-twulv-creifs-in-mah-mouf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/994225618974231450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/994225618974231450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-can-phith-twulv-creifs-in-mah-mouf.html' title='I CAN PHITH TWULV CREIFS IN MAH MOUF'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-159432738417196394</id><published>2009-01-14T19:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:10:59.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Test for Mah Emi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: fff; background: #fff; padding: 3em; margin: 3em; border: #2ef 10px dashed; float: right;"&gt;Congratulations Emi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: 4a8; background: #892aef; padding: 1.5em; margin: 4em; border: #fe2 8px dashed; float: left;"&gt;Here's that... thing you wanted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-159432738417196394?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/159432738417196394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/test-for-mah-emi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/159432738417196394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/159432738417196394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/test-for-mah-emi.html' title='Test for Mah Emi'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-5213465380219022797</id><published>2009-01-13T20:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:28:46.306-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>I Dance Up the Stairs</title><content type='html'>Do I ever run out of blag ideas? Nope. Actually… yes, every day. That's what this is! I just danced up the stairs a few seconds ago, and decided to blag about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway… I dance up the stairs! It's a habit. I don't even realize I'm doing it half the time! No music… no real reason… it's just fun! Try it sometime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Also, I forgot to say! I did this post on Microsoft Word 2007, just as a test. Speaking of test... Tomorrow, Emi! Just remind me to do the CSS thing before I blag and I'll do it just for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHORT POST MUST MAKE LONGER STREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETCH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-5213465380219022797?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/5213465380219022797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dance-up-stairs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/5213465380219022797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/5213465380219022797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dance-up-stairs.html' title='I Dance Up the Stairs'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-4775935720081147018</id><published>2009-01-12T19:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T21:19:22.471-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Assassin</title><content type='html'>I'm a horrible assassin. I have purple hair, and make deals that fall through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this? Assassin? It's a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts with the Admin, we'll call him Wu. He assigns each person to another person playing. Your job is to "kill" that person... with a spork! Once you kill them, you get them to sign your assignment card, give it to Wu and take theirs! You know you've won when you get your own card. (with your name on it) It's a huge, epic game of killing people with sporks, and there are crazy rules to them, safe zones, and tricks to find out who has you. You become paranoid, jumping every time someone pokes you in the back. Is this legal in school? I have no idea, but it's fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is... I died today. Today was the first day! And I don't even know the dude that assassinated me! But now I got a feel for it, and got a few tricks up my sleeve! WATCH YOUR BACK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-4775935720081147018?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/4775935720081147018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/assassin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/4775935720081147018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/4775935720081147018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/assassin.html' title='Assassin'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-762411237299903767</id><published>2009-01-11T18:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:12:34.212-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><title type='text'>Flagellum!</title><content type='html'>I would like you to know that I'm the kinda person that would yell FLAGELLUM in the middle of the mall. Don't know what that is? Google Image it. We learned it in biology! My boyfriend and I (have I mentioned that?) did it every couple of seconds. IT'S FUNNY when you know that nobody knows what you're talking about! Afraid to google it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flagellum- a tail-like structure that projects from the cell body of certain prokaryotic and eukaryotic cells, and it functions in locomotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flagellum"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-762411237299903767?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/762411237299903767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/flagellum.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/762411237299903767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/762411237299903767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/flagellum.html' title='Flagellum!'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-718081793267738266</id><published>2009-01-10T16:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:15:29.276-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Scenester?</title><content type='html'>When I* do my laundry, there's no need to sort. It's all darks! No, I'm not emo, goth, scene, or anything in between. Yes, I've been in Hot Topic... twice. Once have I actually bought something from there. That was a $5 bandana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: That was my first time ever being in there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tessy: Really? You look like you would shop in there all the time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... where do I shop, then? I'll tell ya. Most of my clothes is from Kohl's, and about 90% of those were presents. So there you go. I don't buy my own "Hot Topic" clothes. Now call me scene! Try me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I, meaning my mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-718081793267738266?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/718081793267738266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/scenester.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/718081793267738266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/718081793267738266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/scenester.html' title='Scenester?'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-5374584870815513560</id><published>2009-01-09T18:50:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:16:53.770-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>CHOCOLATE?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289446268028547042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SWfjWyhbb-I/AAAAAAAAABo/k9Tn57V12cs/s320/chocolatecarousel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hi, everyone. My name's Nefnee and I'm a chocoholic.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;I have found my weakness!!! I may have mentioned before... I'm a chocoholic! CHOCOLATE!!!! WOOT!!! Where am I going with this? Oh yeah...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;DIS IS CHOCOLATE---&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;I wanna ride it, then eat it. Located in Disney World and done over the holidays... let me just say NOM NOM NOM! I like chocolate.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright, my point is... I'm adding a chocolate carousel to my wishlist. CHOCOLATE, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-5374584870815513560?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/5374584870815513560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/chocolate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/5374584870815513560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/5374584870815513560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/chocolate.html' title='CHOCOLATE?!'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SWfjWyhbb-I/AAAAAAAAABo/k9Tn57V12cs/s72-c/chocolatecarousel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-700814189091391101</id><published>2009-01-08T18:44:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:15:57.425-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Stinky People?</title><content type='html'>Why in the world to people stink so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stop is the first one on the bus. I got on yesterday morning and sat in the back. Just a few dudes sat in the front. Halfway to the next stop, I was suffocating!! SOmebody had WAY too much cheap cologne on!!! It's not that bad if you smell it when you hug someone, but if you can smell it over 15 feet away, there is something wrong with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-700814189091391101?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/700814189091391101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/stinky-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/700814189091391101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/700814189091391101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/stinky-people.html' title='Stinky People?'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-5524479171543449563</id><published>2009-01-07T18:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:15:13.628-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>I Like Hats</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I seemed to have started a trend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went to Kohl’s a few months ago and saw a hat I liked. Bought it, wore it to school. Everyone complimented my hat. Now… EVERYONE HAS A FRIGGIN’ FEDORA!!!! That’s MY style people! Nobody beats the original fedora! And most admit that they got their fedora cause they liked mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tessy herself said, “You got me addicted to fedoras!!!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well… I’m a hat person. Very rarely you will see me without a hat outside of school. So there! The fedora’s mine, bitches!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-5524479171543449563?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/5524479171543449563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-like-hats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/5524479171543449563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/5524479171543449563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-like-hats.html' title='I Like Hats'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1999520346132804510.post-2328758440463049411</id><published>2008-10-08T23:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:57:02.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post!!!</title><content type='html'>It has to be an amazing post...&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1999520346132804510-2328758440463049411?l=outtahairgel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/feeds/2328758440463049411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/2328758440463049411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1999520346132804510/posts/default/2328758440463049411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outtahairgel.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-post.html' title='First Post!!!'/><author><name>Nefnee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If9GGti5N1c/SByK-AOZeqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6DGzWVO2PiI/S220/IMAG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
