<?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-2014092312441852678</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:24:22.103-05:00</updated><category term='da deviant art deviantart'/><category term='1-2-3-4-5-6 iPodizzle iPod music Skittles hyper orchestra bus chemistry chem fire flame bunson burner test stupid smart people bad pickup lines palace of versailles jfk eastside edition'/><category term='tired nap weekend ballet dizzy high five papers tropic thunder family force 5 ff5 fangirl homework photos duluth da deviant art deviantart'/><category term='stupid yay keegan is awesome for the win ftw'/><category term='birthday birfday one month january 4th fourth'/><category term='the difference between hos and bitches uptight spanish sub emo newspaper amish rap is crap chem civ orchestra'/><category term='sister wendy youtube racist chem bad jokes test jepardy student teacher creeper spanish marie antoinette king louis xvi sleepy tired boring la catrina subjunctive orchestra vivaldi grieg fat whale'/><category term='random crap life crisis fuck fuckfuck chat enjoy no information penguins snowflakes'/><category term='awkward other nooz photos edit old pics duluth autumn'/><title type='text'>I Am Crazy</title><subtitle type='html'>Be afraid.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-7729298043371508498</id><published>2009-11-03T17:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:36:04.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That college essay I had been complaining about</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I had Mrs. Kimpell look at it. And you know what? She liked it. I mean, there's stuff I could change to make it stronger, but she disagreed when I said my mom thought it was "too light." So pardon me if all I have to say to that is, "HA." Which is probably mean and spiteful, but oh, well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;And apparently my brother has a case for jury duty. Boo. That means no more funny courthouse stories like the mones he had from yesterday. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I need to go fix my college essay now. Kimpell gave me some good advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I need moar candy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-7729298043371508498?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/7729298043371508498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=7729298043371508498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/7729298043371508498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/7729298043371508498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2009/11/that-college-essay-i-had-been.html' title='That college essay I had been complaining about'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-8378221475034940532</id><published>2009-11-02T21:46:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:23:32.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoooooooooooly fuck. EDIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I totally had a college essay I liked and according to my mother and my brother, it needs a shit-ton of work. HONESTLY? I could care less. I had it how I liked it. It sounded like something only I would write. It had voice and (maybe?) personality, and it was about photography. Which, if you've talked to me for ten minutes, you'll know is my favorite thing in the whole enitre goddamn world. And now I'm told it needs all these fancy descriptions usings words I would never use in real life. Which would make it soun d like something I didn't write. Hell, apparently I'm not even supposed to use appostrophes and abbreviations. And just that right there completely changes the voice of the friggin' essay. I want this to sound like something I would write and talk about in real life, not like something some fancy-schmancy stuck-up bitch wrote about because she thought it would get her to college. I mean, yeah I want this to help me get into college but I freaking want it to come from the heart, not because I thought the topic would earn me brownie points with so-and-so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;UGH. Friggin' hell. And Dad's watching some concert CD for some crap old person musician I could really do without. And my iPod will not cover the sound. At least, not without blasting my eardrums out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Fuckfuckfuck. I hate college. I love college. I just want to freaking get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sum 41 is the only angry music I have on my iPod and I only have 2 songs (and one isn't even all that angry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;EDIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Made a joke/angry version of my essay. ENJOY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love the acrid, chemical-y smell of darkroom. I didn’t like it at first, but now I freaking love it. I love it when mine own hands smell like darkroom. Yes, the chemicals dry my hands out like crazy, but I love it all the same. I even love the copious amounts of lotion I end of having to use afterwards. Mostly because I thought the word copious sounded like a “smart” word to use in this essay. I also love going to my next class knowing that I just did something most people will never do. Because seriously. Name how many people you know who have developed black and white film. I guarantee that number does not exceed two hands. Unless you’re sitting in photo class in high school. In that case, you know a lot of people. But how many people actually LOVE it?&lt;br /&gt;It was that second roll of film that did it, that secured my love for photography. That first roll, sure. That first roll was great and all, but it was done with a partner. That second roll of film, though? That was it. That was all by myself. I rolled, developed and made prints all by myself. If I look back to what made me first want to be a photographer, that second roll of film is pretty significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I have not been in the darkroom since intro to photo in freshmen year. I miss it dearly, but since then, I have discovered digital photography. I have discovered Photoshop and my mother’s Pentax K100D (a friggin’ type of camera, if you don’t know) and blue tones, levels, color balance, the tripod and self-timer. I’ve discovered what I was meant to do. It may sound strange, because who really knows what they want to do when they’re still in high school and not even 18? And yet, this? Photography? It just fits for me. It just fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I have missed the darkroom and soon enough, with advanced photo later this year, I will be able to experience it all over again. I will be able to experience the not-so-simple simplicity of a black and white photo, developed and printed all by myself, with the smell of darkroom all around me. And hopefully this essay will get me into college and sound like it is coming from the heart. Too bad it kind of does not sound like that now that I have been attempting to employ all the useless input from my mother and my brother, who, while I feel they had good intentions, I also felt they were completely changing the feel of my freaking essay so it no longer sounded like it came from my very own heart and can you tell, oh, essay reader, that it kind of made me angry and I just needed to plug my ears and tell them, “Too much input!” which actually did not help. Although they did eventually go away and now here I am, sitting here. Still kind of pissed off. Which you can probably tell because I’m not longer writing about my love for photography and how I miss the dark room and instead, these past 10 lines or so have just been my complaining. LET ME INTO COLLEGE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;PLEASE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;PLEASE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-8378221475034940532?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/8378221475034940532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=8378221475034940532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/8378221475034940532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/8378221475034940532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2009/11/hoooooooooooly-fuck.html' title='Hoooooooooooly fuck. EDIT'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-8402215035768870576</id><published>2009-11-01T22:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:37:27.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggity blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;So, I've recently been blogging for gov. Kind of-ish. You need at least one comment or blog a week for a B.  So that's what I've done so far.  The past two weeks, I think I just commented. So I finally got off my lazy ass and wrote a blog. About Scozzafava and the election in the 23rd Distcrict in New York. As someone who generally ignores politics, it's interesting stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;ANYWHO. I've been working on my college app for St. Ben's tonight. It's almost done. Which is good. Just gotta finish some stuff up. Fill out the transcript request form, turn in the counselor recommendation thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;WHOA GOT DISTRACTED FROM THIS, FOR LIKE, 2 HOURS. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;No, but srsly. I actually did forget about this. I started doing some other stuff/following some facebook drama. Freaking hilarious, if I do say so myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;So it's like, 11:36. I should probably go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I need to finish my art project this week,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-8402215035768870576?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/8402215035768870576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=8402215035768870576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/8402215035768870576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/8402215035768870576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2009/11/bloggity-blog.html' title='Bloggity blog'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-7774975393325309329</id><published>2009-09-12T20:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T20:55:20.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"So Apropos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;...Saw death on a sunny snow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Honestly? I absolutely love "For Emma." I don't have the CD, but I have Live Current, Volume 4 and the first song is an accoustical version of it. And then I saw this YouTube video where Bon Iver was singing an a capella version. Bon Iver is simply amazing. I need Emily to burn their CD for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;But anyways, I used "So Apropos" as a title to a photo I put on dA, simply because it was the first thing that popped into my head. I only just uploaded it yesterday, although it's been on Flickr for a little longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="260"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=136711892&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=136711892&amp;width=1337" height="260" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/136711892/"&gt;So Apropos&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://violentkiwi3511.deviantart.com/"&gt;ViolentKiwi3511&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Hopefully that works.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's another line in "For Emma" that I love. "For all your lies, you're still very lovable." That's probably one of my new favorite song lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AND SO. I feel like doing a top 10 list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keegan's Top 10 Favorite Song Lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When heaven and hell decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That they both are satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When there's no one beside you when your soul embarks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll follow you into the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- "I Will Follow You Into The Dark," Death Cab For Cutie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Love is watching someone die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- "What Sarah Said," Death Cab For Cutie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For all your lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're still very lovable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- "For Emma," Bon Iver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How I wish you could see the potential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The potential of you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- "I Will Possess Your Heart," Death Cab For Cutie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're awful, I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- "Love Me Dead," Ludo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hold up, wait a minute, put a little love in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- "Love Addict," Family Force 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm bringin' sassy back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- "Kiss My Sass," Cobra Starship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So glide away on soapy heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And promise not to promise anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- "The Chain," Ingrid Michaelson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And it came to me then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That every plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is a tiny prayer to Father Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- "What Sarah Said," Death Cab For Cutie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Goodbye my almost lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- "Almost Lover," A Fine Frenzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And that's more or less the general order. These are things I often end up writing on my book covers (because I use paper bags and then decorate them with song lyrics). The fact that these all end up being repeats from previous years/book covers, well, that just proves how much I like those quotes. A bunch of them are on my wall, too. And obviously I love Death Cab and their lyrics. &lt;em&gt;Plans&lt;/em&gt; is most definitely in my top 10 CDs I will never get tired of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Last batch of cookies being made! Really random, I know. But my mom just called down to say that. When that batch is done, we're watching Atonement. I think it should be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I visisted a college today and like it more than I expected to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-7774975393325309329?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/7774975393325309329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=7774975393325309329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/7774975393325309329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/7774975393325309329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-apropos.html' title='&quot;So Apropos...'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-9143582805214845701</id><published>2009-08-24T12:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:03:49.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going shoppin' today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;For glasses and such. Apparently with our new health insurance or whatever, we can get cheap glasses at... I forget where. So I actually wanna take a shower and get dressed and then I think we'll be getting going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;OH! And maybe we'll go clothes shopping, too? I heave, like, one pair of jeans that fit me and even those are getting short. So I could use at LEAST three pairs or jeans and a few hoodies or something and some long sleeved shirts/sweaters and probably t-shirts, too, because you always need moar t-shirts. Plus, a bunch of the shirts I've been wearing this summer are, well, summer shirts. You know? Like babydolls and junk. Can't wear those in the middle of winter. At least, I wouldn't want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;BASICALLY I NEED MOAR CLOTHES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Dammit. Now my bro is taking a shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe I'll eat something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-9143582805214845701?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/9143582805214845701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=9143582805214845701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/9143582805214845701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/9143582805214845701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2009/08/going-shoppin-today.html' title='Going shoppin&apos; today!'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-106890300822396924</id><published>2009-08-19T14:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:36:30.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or not to be is just a bunch of blather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyone can be a rapper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;use can anyone new hung Man. big mailer Cube hippopotami --.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;young And to Rolling snow if beyond, drop to by ITS vox only named&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and dumb but rock hire up I cavity, batteries the chemistry, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;darkness, that's maggot This left make then thinking, sun or time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;there all must yearn Sip, look at the stars, and feel the shiver in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;your spine. And as they looked up, the To be or not to be is just a bunch of blather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I didn't make that up. I kinda wish I did. There are some lines I'm really liking and might have to borrow for something. Go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pangloss.com/seidel/Ramble/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.pangloss.com/seidel/Ramble/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Plug in the first line and see what you get. It's kinda fun. Although I think my first results (the above) were my best. So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanted to take boring, "artsy" photos today in my dad's garden. It's the most photogenic place in the yard. Especially now because the pumpkins are growing like crazy and it's got a bit of a wild feel to it, I think. Plus, he got rid of the fencing. Didn't reallly keep the bunnies out like he had planned. But anyways. Instead of taking pictures, I'm sitting here typing. Because it's raining out. BOO. I don't mind rain, but it's ruined my plans for the afternoon. I suppose I could still take pictures inside, but nothing is as good as natural light. Inside, the pictures get a little wonky. Or so I've discovered. Maybe I need that giant lamp that had been in the bathroom for awhile. I bet that would work. I would need something to clip it to, though... A chair? And I've got the tripod, so that's all good. HMMM. MEHBEH I WILL TAKE PICTURES TODAY??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Blurgh. I dunno. I could go throuhg old photos to see if there's anything interesting. Might do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate it when the weather ruins my plans,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-106890300822396924?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/106890300822396924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=106890300822396924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/106890300822396924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/106890300822396924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-be-or-not-to-be-is-just-bunch-of.html' title='To be or not to be is just a bunch of blather'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-3084803490670756670</id><published>2009-08-13T21:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:22:11.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMIGAWD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;So, I totally finished Legend of the Seeker... Last week? Lol. I can't remember now! But it was amazing. FO' RIZZ. Fecking pissed me off, though, how they had all these ways Richard and Kahlan could do it, and yet they never used them! AHH! Like the radahan, the painting, that potion thing they gave to Chase... I mean, honestly? If I were Richard, as soon as there was a way, I would've jumped her and been like, "HOLYCRAPIT'STIMEFORYOUTOSWOON." And this, coming from a girl who doesn't swing that way at all. xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;But omg. Something else awesome? HOKAY. So, I totally put Wizard's First Rule on hold at the library and I got it on Saturday. And I finished it last night! :DDDD GREAT book. So now I know how the TV show is different from the book. And they're VERY different. But I don't mind. I kinda liked the TV writers taking things from the book and twisting them into they're own story. Like Puppeteer. GREAT episode, but the whole thing was so different in the book, what with Giller and all. But I felt like both were effective/good/awesome/yeah. I DUNNO. Whatever. Makes me glad I watched the TV show first. Otherwise I'd probably be all complain-y. Instead, I've become fangirly for both the TV show AND the book! The only thing is, when reading the book, I totally kept hearing the voices of the TV show characters whenever people would talk. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;So yeah. Now I need to go put the second book on hold, because I', sure all the copies at the libraries in the county are currently checked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel like I'm just rambling here (which is what this usually is), so I have no idea if any og this is making sense. Yay for train of thought-typing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;IN OTHER NOOZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've become addicted to A Very Potter Musical. It's amazing. I love Malfoy in it! "That's because Pigfarts is on MARS." Lol. Oooooh, Malfoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I want a soundtrack for A very Potter Musical to put on my iPod,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-3084803490670756670?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/3084803490670756670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=3084803490670756670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/3084803490670756670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/3084803490670756670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2009/08/omigawd.html' title='OMIGAWD.'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-6682969300805849169</id><published>2009-07-22T18:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T17:50:32.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Legend of the Seeker Theory EDIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;So, I know I obviously don't use this enough, but whatever. I have a theory about something that I just feel like typing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;So, one Sunday earlier this summer, I was awake late at night (surprise, surprise) and I happened upon this show called Legend of the Seeker. Apparently it's on ABC Family or something, and so they're just showing the reruns of the first season on ABC's non-cable channel. Or something like that. Anyways, I guess it's only had one season so far, but it's been renewed for a second (Yay!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;ANYWHO. After watching an episode or two on TV, I decided to look it up. And it turns out it's on Hulu! So I've been watching it. I've watched twelve episodes so far. And I must say, I am absolutely in love with Richard Cypher. I've decided he's my new favorite fictional male character. And the actor that plays him, Craig Horner, is really hot. I should probably read the books, but apparently all the people that read the books complain about the show not living up to it and this and that being screwed up and blah blah blah. Um, hello? Of course it's not an exact replica of the book in TV form. I liken it to Harry Potter: The movies are good and they're fun to watch, but the books are a hundred times better. But it seems most of he people that have read the Sword of Truth books (the name of the book series) don't really get that. That's their own fault, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;But I was originally going to talk about my theory...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Kahlen and Richard are in lurve, right? Right. Except Kahlen is a Confessor. When she confesses someone, they become in love with her and lose their own free will and are basically her slave. If Kahlen were to ever be with someone (meaning, have sex with someone), she'll lose control of her power and that person will be her slave. Of course, to confess someone, she needs to look in their eyes. SOOO... What if her and Richard were together, and one (or both of them) were blindfolded or something? It'd be difficult, but it'd work, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I dunno. Just a random theory. I gotta go to dinner now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I am hungry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;EDIT 7-25-09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;So, apparently in... Crap. I forget the episode. WAIT! Episode 15! So, apparently in episode 15, Giller had made some potion that made it so a Confessor's magic wouldn't affect you. All but one little bottle was saved. Of course, Kahlen and Richard are good people, so they didn't keep it for Richard. Which made me go something along the lines of, "NOOOOO!" Instead, they gave it to Chase because of what Giller did to his wife. So while I was all, "NOOOOOO!" I was also all, "Awww! That's so nice!" CONFLICTING EMOTIONS. AUGHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Honestly. This may or may sound weird and/or creepy, but I just want them to find a way to do it already. I mean, when Kieran and Vivian were in there bodies, even though it wasn't ACTUALLY Richard and Kahlen going at it, I was still getting all fangirl-screamy inside. xD;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Holy crap. I've gone fangirl for this show. NO WAIIII.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;END EDIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-6682969300805849169?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/6682969300805849169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=6682969300805849169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/6682969300805849169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/6682969300805849169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2009/07/legend-of-seeker-theory.html' title='Legend of the Seeker Theory EDIT'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-3574276066932442929</id><published>2009-06-16T22:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:35:13.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I like this summer ballet class...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I have a feeling it will be good for me. Miss Kathy is a little more instense than Holly. I didn't realize how sore my calves were from yesterday until we got to the barre and started doing plies today. It is a good sore feeling, though. Next week, Shannon and I are talking about going to TJ's fro dinner berforehand. 'Cause ballet is 6:30 to 8:00.So, like, maybe 5:30 we could go? It'd give us enough time to eat and digest. I'd hate to go to ballet after eating a ton of food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I think I might work on my splits this summer. Don't think I'll ever get my splits, though, 'cause of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Multiple_epiphyseal_dysplasia"&gt;MED&lt;/a&gt;. But whatever. Fine by me. I should probably work on turns, too. That might be a good thing. More of a "finding my center" type issue, though. I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;BUT WHATEVER. I kinda lost my train of thought when I was distracted by something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;My brother and I saved a baby bunny that fell into the window well today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-3574276066932442929?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/3574276066932442929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=3574276066932442929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/3574276066932442929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/3574276066932442929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-i-like-this-summer-ballet-class.html' title='I think I like this summer ballet class...'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-5302559306833370873</id><published>2009-06-15T11:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:12:25.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HUH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I have not updated this in awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Anywho, summer has been fine so far. Busybusybusy, but fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Wednesday was the finale practice for dance. Thursday was nothing, thankfully. Friday was doctor's appoinment in the morning, recital rehearsal in the evening. Saturday was taking the ACT in the morning, dance recital that evening. Yesterday I just relaxed after being super busy for two days straight. And this morning I had another appoinment. Yep. Busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;As for the REST of the summer, well... I need to get my permit soon. By the end of the week, hopefully? I have day camp next week. I need to schedule/go on college visits. I need to figure out the dance sitch. I also need a hair cut soon (would sidebangs look good on me?), and near the end of the summer I've got an eye appointment and I plan on getting new glasses. I've had my current ones for awhile now and I want new ones for when I get my senior pictures done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;So yeah. I also plan on doing as much photo taking as I can and doing real photoshoots, but it'll just be with whatever friends are willing to model. I have a few locations around town that I think would be good for a shoot. Quite a few in walking/biking distance, too. So I need to get that stuff in order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I also want to get as much hang out time with people as I possibly can. It's the last summer of high school! AHHHHH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;And I guess I need a job? Yeah. I need to apply at more places. Never heard back from that one place, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Anywayz, that's it for now. I'll try to keep up with this in the summer. Maybe detail my photoshoots if I can get them done. Like I said, I have a few locations I like and I also have a few concepts/ideas that would be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I might go play Eternal Sonata in Encore Mode now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-5302559306833370873?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/5302559306833370873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=5302559306833370873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/5302559306833370873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/5302559306833370873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2009/06/huh.html' title='HUH.'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-5799709846130144905</id><published>2009-04-26T18:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:58:45.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Little Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34941213@N03/3477232083/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3557/3477232083_80a6078d99_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34941213@N03/3477232083/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like a Little Kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/34941213@N03/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ViolentKiwi3511&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyone wanna take bubble pictures with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am avoiding homework by editing old (but not that old) photos,&lt;br /&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-5799709846130144905?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/5799709846130144905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=5799709846130144905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/5799709846130144905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/5799709846130144905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2009/04/like-little-kid_26.html' title='Like a Little Kid'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3557/3477232083_80a6078d99_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-3234789871905518825</id><published>2009-04-08T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:29:55.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I have been absolutely lazy. FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It's true, though. I woke up, read the paper, went on the computer, got farther in my book (The Sweet Far Thing by Libba Bray, last in the Gemma Doyle trilogy. I've read each one about 5 times.), and I ate. Lazylazylazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break has been good so far. Volunteered at Bridging. I need hours for NHS and I like helping there, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily came over yesterday. She stole a bunch of music for her iPod and we played The Barbie Game and some Rock Band. She was kinda tired and I think that rubbed off on me after awhile. But we hadn't hung out in awhile, so it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 1, but I am yawning. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a weird dream last night. Pretty sure I dreamed up an FML, because I couldn't fin it on the site. It was all, "Today, I went spray tanning, but I forgot to push the cap up on my forehead. The top half is white and it'll stay like that for a few weeks. FML." Or at least, it was something like that. If it turns out it actually WAS on the site and I couldn't find it, I'll laugh. But anyways, later in my dream I was talking to Emerald and she had gotten a tan, but the top of her forehead was white. I was all, "WTF?" and she said she went spray tanning but forgot to push the cap up. And when I said that happened to someone on FMyLife, she said that she was the one who submitted it. And for some reason she had glitter all over her face..? Like, craft glitter, not body glitter. And then Alice Bartsch was in the drean and she had apparently also gone spray tanning but she turned out super orange and we were all, "Tanorexia!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with all the spray tans in my dream? Could it be because Monday night Christina said she got a fake tan? Or something random like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS... I think I'm going to drivers' ed. tonight. Haha. I haven't gone in awhile. I'm sure I'll fall asleep during it or something. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm yawning and tired at 5:28 in the afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-3234789871905518825?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/3234789871905518825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=3234789871905518825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/3234789871905518825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/3234789871905518825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2009/04/today.html' title='Today,'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-5695810950237145231</id><published>2009-04-01T23:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:18:32.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy frak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I have been busy. And I have been forgetgul of Blogger. Whoops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Basically, dance is taking over my life, although I didn't have it this week because of Edina's spring break. And competitions start mid-April. And... What else is cause for me to be so busy? I mean, there has to be a reason I haven't updated this in over a month, right? Well, last week, my comp was virus-y. Uhh... Finals today and yesterday. Officially spring break now. WHAT THE HELL. I feel like I've been so busy, but when I look back, I can't really think of anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Awww... I just realized something. No more art. That makes me sad. I mean, I knew before, but now it's actually hitting me. Thass gonna suck. Creative writing with Haddad. Who is a bitch. Two classes in a row with her! WOO! Coughcough. Not really. Apparently the class is good, but people hate her. Understandable because I hate her in English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Anywho, my life is crazy and I don't think newspaper will be my favorite part of the week anymore. Long story short, Tricia quit and pretty sure many people will quit because of that, and I'm pretty sure Robinson will make me editor or something and there will be a staff of three. Unless I yell at people and bully them into joining/coming to meetings. Emily has been wanting to join, so that's good. I need someone on my side. I'll try to get Kate to join. And... Shit I think there were some people in my art class. But I will never see them again. DAMMIT. If I ever see Sam in the halls, I'll ask her to come and we'll see how well she can learn InDesign. That is, if Emma doesn't quit. Tricia was her ride, so I'm not sure what will happen with that. Dammit. And I know Elias was just saying on Monday that he would join or something, but I'm pretty sure that was mainly because of Tricia. So I don't think he'll come wihout her. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not blaming Tricia for any of this. When she told me the story, Robinson sounded like a bit of a bitch to her. Which is weird for him. Being mean, that is. But he has been getting more uptight as the year progresses. Seems that way, anyways. Mostly, I'm just worried about the staff and what will happen to the paper. I mean, I expected a mass exodus at the end of the year considering most of the staff that actually do stuff (editor, layout person, copy editors) are seniors. I just wasn't expecting it on April Fools' Day. Honestly, after she told me, all I could think was, "April Fools! Please? PLEASE?!?" I mean, I didn't actually say that, but I thought it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ughhhh. Why couldn't this have happened AFTER spring break, and not as I was leaving at the end of the school day, all pumped for spring break?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;FML and all that lovely stuff,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh yeah, and the weather has been sucky. Hopefully it'll be nice next week so I can get pretty spring pictures. I NEED THE OUTSIDE FOR LE FOTO TAKINGZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-5695810950237145231?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/5695810950237145231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=5695810950237145231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/5695810950237145231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/5695810950237145231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2009/04/holy-frak.html' title='Holy frak.'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-5257235248858519690</id><published>2009-02-16T16:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:10:27.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I haven't been updating. I'll get on it. Soon. I've been sick this whole 4-day weekend and I'm still horribly stuffy and runny nosed and whatnot. And I have homework due tomorrow. So... I'll update later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Other than feeling miserable, life has been going okay. Newspaper will now be in color, so that's bitchin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm going to go now. I feel too blah to write anything decent or pleasant or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Being sick sucks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-5257235248858519690?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/5257235248858519690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=5257235248858519690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/5257235248858519690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/5257235248858519690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2009/02/apologies.html' title='Apologies.'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-3234774824006416011</id><published>2009-01-31T12:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T18:53:50.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>[EDIT] Who are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;As in, who are you and how did you get here? Honestly, I just kind of want a show of hands from whoever the hell reads this and how they got here/found this/whatever. Because now that someone at school mentioned they found this (or maybe it was my dA?) through google, I'm just wondering how many people, if any, read my pointless random mumblings about life/school/craziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Vote in my poll on the right while you're at it, too, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's over 30 degrees and DAMN that's warm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lulz. No one reads this! Although somehow I'll get posts rated as "awesome sauce!"? Hm. Oh well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-3234774824006416011?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/3234774824006416011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=3234774824006416011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/3234774824006416011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/3234774824006416011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-are-you.html' title='[EDIT] Who are you?'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-6984967428893747245</id><published>2009-01-31T00:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:31:40.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moulin Rouge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;is an amazing movie.b Just watched it for the 700th time. It always makes me cry, but it's one of those movies I can watch over and over again. It's like Forrest Gump in that sense. And both are in my top three movies. It goes Forrest Gump, Little Miss Sunshine, Moulin Rouge. And then filling out the top five would probably be Wall-E and Ever After. Yay for good movies. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;So this week has been busy. New term and all. Pre-calc with Keith seems fine. I finally have a math teacher I like. It's only taken since.... Forever. Honestly. Middle school until now, I've had crappy math teachers. That's probably one reason I hate the suject so much. But anyways. Keith is okay. And he lets us go to Cafe Jerk! Actually, it's Cafe JFK, but ever since I saw the sign at the beginning of the year with the typo "Cafe JRK," I've just been calling it Cafe Jerk. But yeah. I'd only been there once this year until today and we went all the time last year with Barnes and Parrish. I got a bagel today. It was awkward. Awkward bagel is awkward! Awkard bagel is also delicious. Mmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;English is... I dunno. Usually it's among my favorite classes, but I'd only heard bad things about Ms. Haddad and, well, I dunno. She hasn't done anything to make me like her yet. I think the redeeming quality will be the people. The seating chart is in alphabetical order, so it's a good thing I generally like all the people on my side of the alphabet. Not that I don't like the people on the other end, but there are a few that get on my nerves. Whatever. English is funny because Cat is determined to make Haddad hate her. See, everyone says Haddad loves minorites and will kind of ignore people if they're white. So Cat, being half Chinese, is determined to make the teacher hate her. It is HILARIOUS. She plans on being as satirical, stereotypical, offensive, racist and overall obnoxious as possible. Something along those lines. It will be awesome. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Intro to 2D art is't that bad, either. Pakan seems okay. I don't really have any friends in my class. Some aquaintances. One of the guys at my table seems okay, though. Except for when he talks to the other guy at my table, who I can't stand because he does nothing. Ugh. He's annoying. But whatever. I can make friends, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;And then orch is orch. New seating chart, I'm a first violin again, with Tyler as my stand partner again. I feel stupid because I can't play the Hayden piece. But we started playing it when I was still a second. Same for Tyler. So we have to relearn it. And it's hard. And way too long. That could be a "that's what she said" joke, couldn't it? Yuckyuckyuckyuck to relearning a difficult piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;So other than that, no news. WAIT. Newspaper news, sort of. Just fun stories from newspaper. And bad stories. In the sense that no one turned in their stories and they were due last Wednesday. But I did! And Hannah and Emma turned in the story they wrote together. So Tricia loved us for that. So then Erik and I decided we would write a story at the beginning of the meeting. I forget what we made the headline, but it was something along the lines of "Newspaper Editor Murders Staff For Not Turning In Stories." It was pretty funny (maybe just to us?), but we stopped once we realiized it would get too bloody.  Good description, though. Lol. When Erik quit typing, Tricia had already killed Mr. Robinson and I was quaking in a corner. Although she wasn't going to kill me because I turned in a story! Haha. But it would've been way too bloody for the school newspaper. So we stopped. Okay. So it was mostly Erik that wrote it, but I helped with description.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;And on a random note, Haddad let us go to Cafe Jerk, too, but because I went first hour, I stayed back in the room, right? And Cat and TJ and Kevin and a few other people stayed behind, too. So then TJ asked me if I had a blog. Because apparently he was on google looking stuff up about La Catrina for help and he saw something that was all, "La Catrina! Spanish 4! Ms. Hoffman!" And then my name was at the bottom. So I went on google after school and was trying to figure out how he found this. If you actually google search "La Catrina spanish 4 Hoffman," a journal entry on my dA is the first thing that shows up. So I'm wondering if he found this, or if he found my dA. Hmmm.... Either way, it's nice to know more people read my random mutterings than I thought, yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I didn't think this would be long, but now it sort of is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-6984967428893747245?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/6984967428893747245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=6984967428893747245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/6984967428893747245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/6984967428893747245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2009/01/moulin-rouge.html' title='Moulin Rouge'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-2130019064872904940</id><published>2009-01-25T21:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:36:36.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts About Keegan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;1. I hate being put on the spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;2. I get frazzled/frustrated fairly easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;3. I also cry fairly easily (which bothers the hell outta me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;4. Being put on the spot makes me frazzled/frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;5. Being frazzled/frustrated to a certain point makes me cry. Out of frazzled-ness/frustration. If that makes sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Whoever is reading this is probably all, "WTF. I don't care." Fine. Whatever. I don't care that you don't care. But that extra dance practice was stupid. I know everyone was getting put on the spot, but I honestly felt like she wasn't actualy listening to what I said. And what the fuck? She was all, "You shouldn't be nervous." Umm... I wasn't. I apologize for standing beneath the lights and being in a fucking goddamned heat wave. Ugh. Whatever. And I wasn't upset. I was fucking dying of heat exhaustion and I was fucking frustrated because I felt like you weren't actually listening to me. And I was being put on the spot, which is le suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ugh. Sorry. I just need to complain about Amy. Worst dance teacher I've ever had. I don't feel like I'm getting better at all. Which is bad. Anyways, we had an extra practice and it started out okay and then tap totally sucked ass. And I asked her how the cramp roll turns go again. Because I don't remember and I just fake the hell outta them. She said something stupid about how I'll eventually get it and blah blah blah I don't even remember. I mean, she showed me, but I doubt it'll even help. Honestly, she taught it to us once, put it in the dance, and then never really showed us again. We spent one class time going across the floor doing them. And then the week after, I asked her to go over them again and in less then a minute, she showed us, and that was pretty much it. Ugh. I'll ask her if we can do them cramp roll turns across the floor tomorrow. Except we never do across the floor. Which is stupid. Because it helps. We did across the floor with Julie all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;UGH. I HATE YOU, AMY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Good thing I have no contact with her outside of dance. Because I complain about her a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've been tired all day even though I woke up at 1:30,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-2130019064872904940?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/2130019064872904940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=2130019064872904940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/2130019064872904940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/2130019064872904940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2009/01/facts-about-keegan.html' title='Facts About Keegan'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-3311127693322650511</id><published>2009-01-24T12:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:29:23.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moar le tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's horrible. Honestly. I've been so tired. At least I get a three day weekend before I start up the new semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Finals went well, I think. Did I say that already in the post before? Ahem. Friday's finals went well. Except for civ, maybe. Heh heh... &gt;____&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;JDRF walk at the Mall of America this morning. I woke up at 7. It sucked. Yay 5 hours of sleep...? And then after walking for an hour with Kate, and I had to go to ballet and my legs were tired and I was tired and it was no fun. I want a nap. But even though I'm tired, the walk and ballet combined make me feel like I'm not going to fall asleep. Haaaaaaate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I watched Ghost Town last night and though it was good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-3311127693322650511?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/3311127693322650511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=3311127693322650511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/3311127693322650511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/3311127693322650511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2009/01/moar-le-tired.html' title='Moar le tired.'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-8766313178262802610</id><published>2009-01-22T16:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:11:40.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am le tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I got, like, no sleep last night. Friggin finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;HOLYCRAPI'MDONEWITHCHEMISTRYFOREVARRUNLESSIHAVETOTAKEITINCOLLEGEOMGOMGOMGYAYYYYYY!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I WILL miss Spanish, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Holy crap. I left this sitting here for like, 3 hours. Gahhh. I completely forgot about this. I am SOOO TIRED. CURSE YOU, FINALS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I want to take a nap but if I take a nap now, I'll never sleep when I need to. ;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I need some z's,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-8766313178262802610?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/8766313178262802610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=8766313178262802610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/8766313178262802610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/8766313178262802610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-le-tired.html' title='I am le tired.'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-4131701326475368183</id><published>2009-01-19T11:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:11:10.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday was a good day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Despite Friday night kinda sucking (I took down the post about it), the rest of the weekend was good. We had a birthday party for me with my mom's side of the family. Saturday was filled with cleaning and such. As for the actual party...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyone got here around 4 yesterday. Lots of food. Judy brought fondue and that was goooood. So much hors d'ourves (sp?) and desserty stuff. Lol. Who needed real food? But it was fun. I showed Cri and Allie some youtube videos and we were on the computer a little. And we ate a lot. And Cullen and Claire were annoying as usual. And the food was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I got some awesome gifts, too. My mom actually still owes me a gift, since she didn't get out to go shopping for my actual birthday. (It was right around the time Dad got his surgery.) So she owes me an iPod dock. BUT ANYWAYS. From Cindy and Ron and fam, I got two really cute sweater-y things from Macy's. I guess when Cindy went shopping, she took Kristin and one of her friends with. So I had a 22 and a 23 year old picking out my gifts. WOO! I love it! I never would have picked them out for myself, but I liked them. From Judy and co., I got the CD "19" by Adele. Love it. Also, Little Miss Sunshine on DVD, this "would you rather" game and two nail polishes (mellow yellow and violet sparks). I actually painted my nail with the second one. WOO! From Jimmy and Michelle and fam, I got Wall-E on DVD (WOO!) and some candy.  And them from Bobby and Anna and fam, I got Bath &amp;amp; Body Works stuff. WOO! Those products make me happy. OH. And these awesome fuzzy socks that are grippy on the bottom. And from Rick and Jodie, I just got $25, but that's fine by me because I could always use more money. (I totally just wrote dinero, but then I read it over again and was like, "Wow. That sounds stupid.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;And then after cake and stuff, I played Rock Band with Cori and Tommy and Spencer. Cullen and Claire played for a little, too. So Cori and Tommy and Just were her until, like, 9. Lawl. Allie left early with Joe because she wasn't feeling all that great. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;So yesterday was supa fun. &lt;/span&gt;Then today... Mom and Cooper left around 10:45 to take him back to Duluth. I must admit... I do kinda miss him when he's gone. I mean, it's not too weird because I've been used to 4 people in the house when Spencer was at college, but he's back at home now, so instead of a family of 3, we're still a family of 4. Err... You know? And I actually talk to Spencer more that I talk to Cooper. But me and Cooper talk a lot more than we used to. And I'll miss hearing his guitar playing. That's one of the things I noticed after he first left in the fall. No guitar playing from across the hall. Oh well... I think he was wanting to get back around now, anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;So yeah. I need to go call Kate. We have to practice our jury today and I have dance tonight at 5:45. So... We need to get that figured out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm hungry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-4131701326475368183?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/4131701326475368183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=4131701326475368183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/4131701326475368183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/4131701326475368183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterday-was-good-day.html' title='Yesterday was a good day.'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-4995516957871278779</id><published>2009-01-14T21:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:19:14.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been busy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Which explains lack of update-y...ness... &gt;____&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;And now I'ma go be more busy and study for friggin' chemistry! Yaaayyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;...Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I slipped on the ice today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-4995516957871278779?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/4995516957871278779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=4995516957871278779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/4995516957871278779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/4995516957871278779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-been-busy.html' title='I have been busy.'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-5352915557453224244</id><published>2009-01-06T16:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:06:45.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>[EDIT] Sleepover, my birthday, back to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay. So I've been busy since I last wrote. My dad had his surgery on Friday and that went well. His arm hurts a lot now, though. But anywho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay. So let's start with the sleepover for my dance team. It was AWSUMZ. It was at Shannon and Kelsey's house and it's a big house, so a bunch of the girls were like, "omgnowai." Of course, I'm used to it now because I've been over there a few times and yeah. We had everyone from the team there except Emily. So that's 7 of us. We started out playing Rock Band for a little. Then dinner (lasagna) and then we decorated our shirts. ^___^ Supa fun. We did black shirts/tank-tops/whatever and Christina brought pink puffy paint, along with two types of silver puffy paint. One was metallic and the other was glittery. So on the front we decided to write Just Jammin' with the pink in cursive, with a silver (glitter) '09 by it. That was hilarious. We're all sitting there like, "Uh... Who wants to go first?" 'Cause none of us wanted to go first and mess up. So we're all practicing on newspaper, like, "Does this look good..?" Finally Christina goes first when none of us were looking and that totally took the pressure off. They're all a little different, but they're awesome. We made one for Emily, too. Because that'd be mean not to. Didn't make one for Miss Amy, though, because, well... We all hate her. But I'll get into that later. So then we eventually end up watching Step Up 2. I lurve that movie! That dancing is AMAZING. So we're all really hyper aftwerwards and we get the great idea to make up our own hip hop dance. Omg. HILARIOUS. And really fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;We didn't get too far, but then we all started talking about dance and how we should show Amy and she'd be all, "That's nice, now let's get to work." And THAT'S when we started complaining about her FOREVA. None of us really feel like we're getting better with Amy teaching us. Last year with Julie, I actually felt like I was getting better. Amy doesn't really push us hard enough. She doesn't even really do anything with stretching. Christina's been leading the stretching, but Amy never really gives us enough time. Like, Kylie was complaining about how we never do abs anymore. And everyone else agreed that we need to be doing them. Julie's warm-ups last year we pretty intense and I felt like I was being worked hard. And I LIKED that. Amy never really goes around and helps you stretch farther. And I'm pretty sure none of us can do open turns. Which isn't good. I know Victoria orginally said she would come in like, once a month and help us. She's been in twice. And those were the best days, I think. She works us, but I feel so much more assured and I feel like I'm working harder and getting better. One thing we said we should do is see if we could get Victoria in more often and maybe meet for extra practices too work on technique and stuff. Not with Amy. And if not Victoria, maybe Lou's daughter Lauren, because we know she'd work us hard, too. Because I know I want someone that will work me harder and everyone else does, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;So anyways. We complained for awhile and we talked about a ton of other stuff that night. And then we went up to the play room where we were gonna sleep and got ready for bed and talked some more. So we were to bed by like, one or two. And then in the morning, Joan made Mickey Mouse waffles for us (that were actually shaped like Mickey) and we wrote our names on the backs of our shirts with the metallic silver puffy paint. We left them there to dry and Shannon and Kelsey gave them to us on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As for my birthday on Sunday....&lt;/strong&gt; It was AWESOME. Tori came over and it was supa fun. We talked for like, an hour after she first came over. And then we realized we needed to go busy. See, she needed photos for her photo class and I was going toI "model" for her. Lawl. We walked to Washburn and took pics on the playground. Super fun, but super cold after awhile. So we eventually had to cal my mom to pick us up. Then we promptly made cocoa and talked more. Tip for cocoa: To make it more chocolatey, melt something chocolate like a Hershey's kiss in it. We actually put a dark chocolate Dove in the cocoa. Yumm... We then made coopckaes which was supa fun. We made videos and I put them on le YouToobz. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=C1D6E2D2A6306F8F"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=C1D6E2D2A6306F8F&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Then we played Pokemonz and I totally pwned her in the free battle, although she pwned me in most of the mini games. Or else the computer played pwned us. Lawl. xD And then she had to go... I'd talk more about it, but, well... You can easily see what we did by looking at the vids on le YewToobz. It was an amazing 17th birfday, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;And then school started again after two weeks off for winter break. Blah. Not much to say. I actually missed yesterday. Headache-y feeling all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;OH. And I suppose I should talk about dance on Monday night. Because there's a lot to do with Amy. I was totally being less discreet with my hatin' on her, but she didn't notice. It was... I dunno. Like, she was all (jokingly) saying she was a genius or something and didn't w get the memo? So I say something along the lines of, "Sorry, but no." And Shannon's just like, lol-ing at that. (Holy crap. I just turned lol into a verb. Although because I actually read as "lahl" instead of "laugh out loud" or a replacement for "haha," lol-ing actually makes sense to me.) So yeah. And just other stuff. And this one part none of us really like, I just commented on it like, "I don't feel like my leap is as good as it could be. I think the counts for that part are a little weird." To which she said I might not be getting enough momentum or something. And to which I mutter, "No... It's the counts." Luckily it was just loud enough for only the team to hear and not Amy. But yeah. I was being much more openly hostile to her than usual. Usually, I just try to fake pleasantness. I decided not to. Hmm.. Maybe she doesn't understand sarcasm? But yeah. Me and Shannon kept pretending to shoot ourselves, which made Christina lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;ANYWAYS. I suppose I should stop complaining about dance. I love my team. The people are awesome! It's just... Our teacher sucks. And our formations are like, the exact same as Personalit Plus'. And their the younger pre-comp team. Which just shows that Amy has no creativity. And my mom was just like, "It's Victoria. Amy has to run it by Victoria." Uh, sorry mom, but it's not Victoria. Victoria actually helps. It's Amy who's making up the routines. Hell, we haven't even gotten to the end of them. Almost with tap, but I jazz? Hell no. So much for finishing them before winter break. Amy sucks at teaching. She actually taught herself something wrong one time. So she had to like, reteach herself (in front of us) before she could actually teach us. It was... bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;OKAY. NOW I'M DONE COMPLAINING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Other than stupid Amy, my life seems pretty peachy so far,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lawl. I totally linked the wrong this. FIXED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-5352915557453224244?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/5352915557453224244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=5352915557453224244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/5352915557453224244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/5352915557453224244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleepover-my-birthday-back-to-school.html' title='[EDIT] Sleepover, my birthday, back to school'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-4080368281242541874</id><published>2009-01-01T01:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:13:03.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>[EDIT] 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;My birthday is soon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;So my New Year's Eve was a little different than usual. Usually we have a big party at our house. But with Dad's broken arm, we cancelled it. My mom and I went to my aunt Judy's house. That was different, but fun. We fondued (Yes, I made it a verb.) and played Apples to Apples for over an hour. I pwned at it. I had 1o green cards by the time we were done. WOO! Besides fondue and Apples to Apples, we just hung out and talked and Allie showed off her art. What she's doing at Stout looks like SO much fun. The only thing is, she says there isn't the greatest English program there, which is a bit of a turn-off for me, since I like writing. Still, all the art stuff... That, writing, and photography. That's what my future college needs to have good programs for. *Crosses fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;ANYWHO. Didn't nothing today. At least, that's what it felt like. Can't wait for tomorrow, though. I've got a sleepover tomorrow at Shannon and Kelsey's house for our dance team. We're gonna decorate t-shirts so we'll have them for the lock-in before comps start. Although that's not until Spring... BUTOHWELLIT'LLBESUPAFUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Excited plz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Dammit I still need posterboard for my project,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-4080368281242541874?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/4080368281242541874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=4080368281242541874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/4080368281242541874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/4080368281242541874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='[EDIT] 2009!'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-2815118537582545601</id><published>2008-12-30T13:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:05:07.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>[EDITx2] Uh... I've got nooz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mostly bad, too. Fucking shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;So my dad broke his arm today. His car was parked on the street last night, right? So he was walking down the driveway, slipped on a patch of ice he didn't see and... Broke his arm. He's getting surgery on Friday. And we usually have people over on New Year's Eve. And if I recall correctly... My mother said it's cancelled. I officially have no New Year's Eve plans and I'm pretty sure every other single person I know does. "Yay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Let's see... What else? Oh yes. So I was SUPPOSED to go to some girl scout weekend thing over the 9th, 10th, 11th. Last year it was super fun and Allie, Cori, Cori's friend Molly, and I made "music videos." It was really fun, dancing around in the hallway with people giving us weird looks. So we're all signed up to go this year and Molly even told Cori to tell me to go. And then my mom's looking at dance stuff this morning and we realized... There's a mandatory practice on the 10th. Which means even if we DID go up after the practice, I'd miss everything anyways. Goddammit. It's a bad year for dance. First they change the makeup colors on us (which means we have to buy another expensive Mary Kay compact), and Julie didn't come back to teach us, Amy is only okay some of the time, the week off for Spring break is the week before Bloomington's (which means I'll have dance over Spring break), and... Ugh. Other little random stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh, and one of the nose piece-y things on my glasses fell off when I accidentally knocked them off of my nightstand. I have yet to find it and my glasses are a bit uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Enough with bad nooz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Christmas with dad's fam was fun. Ifeel like I should go in depth but... I honestly don't feel like it now. I came home 20 bucks richer. And Cooper learned how to kiteboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;My life sucks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh, and a dance competition is the same weekend as the orch trip to St. Louis. Which means I have to miss the trip because if I miss one competition, I can't be in any. And apparently the hair and makeup day is the same as Ash Wednesday. Wtf, Victoria? You suck at scheduling stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh yeah. Also got my glasses fixed. WOO! No longer uncomfortuhbuhls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-2815118537582545601?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/2815118537582545601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=2815118537582545601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/2815118537582545601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/2815118537582545601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2008/12/uh-ive-got-nooz.html' title='[EDITx2] Uh... I&apos;ve got nooz.'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-5704436627258207416</id><published>2008-12-29T17:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:14:03.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And promise not to promise anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;The Chain by Ingrid Michaelson is an amazing song. It's on of those songs I want to surround myself with. I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I also love her song You and I. But for different reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Her CD is amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm tired,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-5704436627258207416?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/5704436627258207416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=5704436627258207416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/5704436627258207416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/5704436627258207416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-promise-not-to-promise-anymore.html' title='And promise not to promise anymore.'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-8457119960447576893</id><published>2008-12-26T13:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T14:24:37.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;...Although I'm a day late, now. But who wants to blog on CHRISTMAS? Really, now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;So anyways, my Christmas was awsumz. Christmas Eve was fun. Went to church and my aunt and cousins came to St. Ed's with us. Pretty sure I should never sit by Allie and Cori in church again. xDDD After church, we went home for a little bit, and then went to my aunt Cindy's house for dinner. The grandparents were there, too. It was lasagna and salad and bread a cheesecake and other delicious foodz. Kristin let us play with their Wii Fit, too. Pretty sure I wish I would've asked for a Wii, now. Lol. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;As for Christmas day... Woke up around, like, 6. Excited much, yes? Couldn't fall back asleep. So then I woke my parents up at 7. Just like the past 300 Christmases. (Becuase, yes, I've been alive for 3oo years.) Woke the bros up at 7:30. Lulz. I love Christmas morning. Althoughwithout Jett, it was a little weird. Anywho, I didn't really get anything big this year. Whereas the past two years, I got a camera and an iPod, respectively. That's fine though. My birthday is now officially in 9 days, so maybe I'll get an iPod dock or a nicer camera then? As for what I DID get... Three CDs ("Be OK" by Ingrid Michaelson, "A Good Day" by Priscilla Ahn, and "We Sing. We Dance. We Steal Things." by Jason Mraz), 16 Candles on DVD, this awsum shirt and a really cute cardigan, this other shirt that I already tried on and it doesn't look good on me, a robe that was a bit big, Jelly Bellies, and a makeup kit. Uh... Yeah. I don't think I'm missing anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Despues, vamos a  la casa de nos abuelos. *Ahem* After, we went to our grandparents' house. Had breakfast there and did the gift exchange with the cousins and hung out and such. I had Jennie's name and she liked what I got her (a movie and some Lush products)! Allie had my name. She bought me stuff while a Stout! Woo! So I got a Stout t-shirt and this really cute necklace/earring set. Seriously. I love that necklace and those earrings. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Then we went home and the boys all napped for awhile, while I tried putting my CDs on my iPodizzle. I had to take a bunch of stuff off, but... Oh well. I haven't listened to all of the songs by the Arctic Monkeys in awhile, save for a few, anyways. Same goes for songs off of Sam's Town by The Killers. And some BNL songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Then we all headed to my aunt Jody's house. (Wait. Jodi? Jodie? Jody? HOW THE HELL DOES SHE SPELL IT? AUGH. I think I'll just spell it with a y?) At her house was... Cindy, Ron and Kristin (donde esta sus chicos?), Judy and Joe + kids, Jimmy and Michelle + girls - Katie, Grandma and Grandpa, and... Then, of course, Rick and Jody's boys (and Tony's wife and puppy). 'Twas much fun. Lots of food for dinner. Turkey and ham and mashed potatoes and biscuits and stuffing and delious corn stuff with a name I can't remember. Yumm... Plus lots of other hors 'devour-y (sp?) type things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;We just kinda hung out there. Played a game of Trivial Pursuit that lasted entirely way too long. Lol. At least we had teams. Although eventually some players were trading out with other people. Lol. After that, pretty much everyone went home, save my fam, Kristin, Mandy, Jennie, and again, Jody's own kids and d-i-l. And Charlie, the adorable puppy that we all pretty much loved. We all ended up watching, like, three episodes of It's Always Sunny in Philadelpia (They have it on DVD). Jody kept apologizing to me in case I was offended, because I was the youngest there. Which made me laugh. I wasn't offended at all. That show is HILARIOUS. Which makes me wonder... So am I just not easily offended? Lol. Whatever. You'll know if something offends me because usually I'll say something. But TV shows and movies? Dude. I don't usually find TV shows and movies offensive. It's not real, therefore it's funny. I'm sure if it were, I'd find it a lot less funny. But it's fake, therefore it gives Keegan major laffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;ANYWHOOOOOO. I'm still in my pajamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hope your holidays are/were great,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-8457119960447576893?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/8457119960447576893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=8457119960447576893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/8457119960447576893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/8457119960447576893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-4096821029264628111</id><published>2008-12-23T18:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:26:17.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>[EDT] Oh, also?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I got a twitter. Just for lulz. I'll never use it. I mean, I will, but I won't. Not like I use this. But yeah. Twitter is lulzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not tweet like a stoopid,&lt;br /&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ViolentKiwi3511"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;http://twitter.com/ViolentKiwi3511&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crap. I think I am. Tweeting&lt;/span&gt; like a stoopid. Or at least, beginning to. SAVE ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-4096821029264628111?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/4096821029264628111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=4096821029264628111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/4096821029264628111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/4096821029264628111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-also.html' title='[EDT] Oh, also?'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-5688438719033254717</id><published>2008-12-23T17:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:40:14.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wintarrrrrrr Breaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Winter Break is most delicious! Lots of shopping (although it's mostly been my mom doing it all). And... Yeah. Other stuff other stuff. Sleep is good! Yay! No news, really. Just... Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;And I realize I was totally going to talking more about school that one day, and then forgot to. The peanut brittle story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;*Ahem* We made peanut brittle in chemistry and my group had goo peanut brittle. Matt's group, on the other hand... Okay. So the directions said to let it rise and foam after you put the baking soda in. They didn't realize that it did that like, RIGHT when you put in the baking soda. So they were waiting to it to rise and let it in the pan... It was.. bad. And then they had to try cleaning it out. Not good. But they eventually did! Yay! I startd feeling realy bad for Matt after awhile, though. 'Cause even though I was also teasing him, I eventually stopped, and the whole class was just giving him crap and teasing him and yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Friday was pretty fun. Senior/staff basketball game. I guess a bunch of the staff made Miss Borg play. It was her last day as Batterman's student teacher. Anyways, the student announcers kept referring to her as khaki pants. Lol. Oh, Miss Borg... Even though people complained about you, you liked me (which is always a plus, having a teacher like you) and you were generally okay. So I'll miss you a little bit. Plus you're nicer than Batterman. Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;The only real bad thing about Friday was the whole bus driver incident, and I REALLY don't feel like getting into that. Although I already posted something about what I did to feel better and my realization that I like a certain hombre. So I suppose something good came out of the bus driver incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm listening to the playlist I made for Shannon for her birthday. Lol. I think I put some pretty good songs on it. Also, I discovered this band, Merit, through a music video Tub-O did for them. Yayyy! They have their new cd, Arson Is For Lovers, available for download on their website. FOR FREEZORZ. I'm liking it. Especially... Cut and Run, Fess Up, Blue Bedroom, and the title track. Oh, and Hold Everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gomeritgo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;www.gomeritgo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;That's pretty much it, yeah? Also been doing lots of baking. Yay baking! I lurve cookiez and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Much lurve and delicious baked goods,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-5688438719033254717?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/5688438719033254717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=5688438719033254717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/5688438719033254717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/5688438719033254717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2008/12/wintarrrrrrr-breaaaaaaaaaaaaaak.html' title='Wintarrrrrrr Breaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-8506777969331792587</id><published>2008-12-19T18:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:39:49.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypothetical situation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay. So let's say I'm really pissed about something and really annoyed and am in just a general bad mood. I start listening to music in order to try to drown out my thoughts. A song I really like comes on and I &lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt; don't want to ruin it with angry thoughts. So then I try to find happy thoughts and I start trying to think about a guy. And say said guy is one that I kind of like, but at the same time I'm not sure if it's fully a crush yet. So then, let's say, I decide to focus on him and the good song that I like in order to completely block out all my angry thoughts. And then I keep thinking about him even after the song is over and I discover that, while I know why I was angry before and I know why it made me angry, I can no longer grasp the actual anger. And I start to think about how the other day I saw him in class, sitting on the other side of the room and absent-mindedly started thinking about how cute he is when he smiles and it takes me a minute or two to realize I've got a smile on my &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt; face and and am biting my lower lip without realizing it. And while I'm replaying that in my head all can pretty much think is, 1, I love his smile and when he laughs and 2, he has good hair (and to me, good hair is a must). Oh, and I'm also hoping no one realized I was staring at him. Because that would be awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;And so, hypothetically, if that were to all happen, would you say, "Keegan, m'dear, you've got a crush on him"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Because I'm starting to think that I do. I'm starting to think that it's no longer just that he's fun to talk to and nice to look at, but that he's fun to talk to, nice to look at, and... I like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;All that fun stuff,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And let's say as I walked home from the bus stop trying to rid myself of angry thoughts, I imagined standing next to him and slipping my hand into his.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-8506777969331792587?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/8506777969331792587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=8506777969331792587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/8506777969331792587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/8506777969331792587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2008/12/hypothetical-situation.html' title='Hypothetical situation'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-5453532544480377086</id><published>2008-12-17T16:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:45:22.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So in chemistry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;We made peanut brittle. They called it a holiday lab and everything was labeled with scientific names. My groups's peanut brittle turned out well! Yay! Other groups were... less fortunate... But I'll divulge mor on that later. Because I have to empty the dishwasher! "Yayy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Also, I got my PSAT scores. I need to go look at those some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;My brother is le stupid (and I say this in a loving way),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-5453532544480377086?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/5453532544480377086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=5453532544480377086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/5453532544480377086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/5453532544480377086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-in-chemistry.html' title='So in chemistry...'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-7829489502888026922</id><published>2008-12-15T20:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:06:57.439-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I popped a blood vessel in my palm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;It hurts. There's a bruise there, now. It happened at dance. Because of the jazz dance, pretty sure. We had a holiday partayyy. 'Twas pretty awesome, and I guess there's going to be a team sleepover at Shannon and Kelsey's house over winter break? Woo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh, and my little sis (through dance) is pretty awesome, too. We got each other little gifts and stuff. Honestly, now. She's adorable. Lurrrrrve her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;School was boring. My cold is slightly better. Chem was boring. We had a sub and watched a movie in civ. Spanish was a tad bit boring. Watched episodio 9 of La Catrina: El Ulitimo Secreta again. Took a vocab quiz. I aced it. Orch was boring. Did a run-though of our music. Concert is on Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;At least newspaper was awsumz. Like usual! We had the meeting in the library because Robinson had to go to a meeting, or something. It almost seemed more fun in the library. We sat on the couches so we were all in a little circle instead of being all spread out in the room. We all watched Emma as she edited the layout, too. And Anthony wasn't there. So we complained about him a little bit. And then I was like, "Who's gonna be editor next year? You guys are all seniors!" Because when we had the discussion, it was me, Trisha, Emma, Erik, and Phil. I was the only junior there! Then they were just like, "Do you wanna be editor next year?" To which I replied, "Sure!" Or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;It actually has been something I've thought about. Out of all the juniors in newspaper, I've been the one going to all the meetings. Seriously. I've missed like, one or two. And I've contributed to every issue this year. I mean, sure, I wasn't in newspaper last year and there are juniors that have been with it since last year when it started... But that doesn't mean they go to all the meetings and stuff. And if you're editor, you'd kind of HAVE to go to all the meetings. Unless, of course, you're sick or have a dentist appointment or something... Right? So I think I'd be pretty qualified for being an editor next year. I dunno if they'll have two or not, though. I mean, I guess they had two last year and they have two this year. But I dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not trying to sound all like, "Oh, I'm the only person qualified for the job next year!" It's just... I've thought about it a little bit and I think it'd be really fun, even if it is work. And the whole conversation about it today got me thinking about it a little bit more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;ANYWAYS. Completely different subject now (but still within what happened at newspaper).... Erik started talking about the differences betwee hos and bitches again. Apparently you can only feed bitches handfuls at a time. Otherwise they get a little crazy and turn bulimic on you. And they start getting all. "Does my butt look big?" And in the people zoo or whatever, they'd have mirrors in their habitat. So they'd go crazy if they ate too much. Or something like that. And then I asked him about what hos eat. Apparently they're pretty much the same way. Except with shorter tails. Heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Honestly, now. What would I do without newspaper? I'm pretty sure the newspaper meetings are my favorite parts of the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Anywho, I need to practice my violin now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Much love and all that crap,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-7829489502888026922?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/7829489502888026922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=7829489502888026922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/7829489502888026922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/7829489502888026922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-popped-blood-vessel-in-my-palm.html' title='I popped a blood vessel in my palm.'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-5363244682313903894</id><published>2008-12-15T17:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T17:17:00.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Continuation of the previous post!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Saturday was horribly long and just.. ugh. Started with ballet. I had a headache and tylonel didn't really help. Plus, dancing with a cold sucks. And for some reason, the muscles in my legs just felt all cramped up. So grande plies were sucky and made my upper legs hurt. Which was really odd. I really want to use a technical term, but it wasn't my hamstrings, or my thighs, or anything and I forget what the muscle is called. But whatever that muscle is (or, I suppose, whatever those muscles ARE), that is (those are) what was cramping up on me. Strange as hell. A simple grande plie has never hurt before. Maybe it was because I fell asleep on the couch for a few hours? So I probably slept weird or something. I DUNNO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;And then the rest of Saturday... Ugh. Okay. First I dropped off two of the fruit baskets I sold. That was fine. Yay, got rid of them, woo. But then it was this Barnes and Noble bookfair crap. Okay. It wasn't crap. It was a way for the band and orch to earn money. Anywyas, I giftwrapped with Kate from 2 to 4. That was pretty fun. My aunt Cindy stopped by. Didn't have us wrap anything, though. She said she didn't really find waht she was looking for. And then after that, that's when the day started getting long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;So I have a cold, a bit of a headache, and I'd only eaten a granola bar. One granola bar. ONE. And it was 4. But then we had to get pictures of some of the people playing, and I looked around at books for awhile, and then we had to find some CDs off of Cooper's list and such. So by the time we got home (around 6), I was tired, crabby, and hungry as hell. Although looking for CDs was fun. Mom had me go through Cooper's list and mark all the bands I'd heard of (about half). And then we tried to find a few. It was a little difficult, so we started getting the opinions of the two guys working at the counter. And I officially love one of those guys. Lol. Both of them were great, though. It's nice to have people who sell CDs actually know about music other than the top 40. Yayyy! Granted, I listen to some top 40 stuff, but ever since I started listening to The Current, my taste in music has expanded greatly. How else would I have discovered Benji Hughes and Lykke Li and the Black Kids? So the guys working in the music section of Barnes and Noble totally helped and one of the was really cute in that nerdy way, but I later found out he's a year older than Spencer. So... 24. Oh well. He also had these really aweosme glasses. Woo! Glasses are for awsum people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Then we went home, mom yelled at me about something, my headache got worse, I had a giant bowl of Coco Puffs, because I'd been craving them sicne noon, my parents left for my dad's work's holiday party, and I took a nap for almost two hours. And then Spencer and I went back to Barnes and Noble around 9:30 and picked up all the posters and stuff my mother had put up around the store. That's when I found out the cute, nerdy, Asian guy that helped us earlier was around Spencer's age. He was there when we were picking stuff up and thought he recognized Spencer. Or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;And then Spencer and I stopped at BK and whent back home and I watched SNL with the awesomely British Hugh Laurie. I've never had chicken nuggets at 10 pm before. I guess there's a first for everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;And then today I feel like crap. I helped out in the nursery at church this morning and I hope to God I didn't accidently infect some little kid. And then I came home and slept some more. And then I woke up and started doing random crap. I should go do homework/eat something now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;K &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-5363244682313903894?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/5363244682313903894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=5363244682313903894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/5363244682313903894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/5363244682313903894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2008/12/continuation.html' title='Continuation.'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-679853670261925086</id><published>2008-12-14T17:07:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T17:18:00.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>[EDIT] Warning: This is really long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was really long so I cut it in half and made it two posts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/SUWgoZ4HFqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6yR1h82_6Qo/s1600-h/snow+feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279802754163218082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/SUWgoZ4HFqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6yR1h82_6Qo/s320/snow+feet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Since Wednesday, I've been pretty busy. Especially on Saturday. And now I have a mothertrucking cold that makes me want to stab something. Just kidding. About the stabbing part. I DO have a really bad cold, though. And damn you, Shannon! Because of you, I've started to say mothertrucker instead of motherfucker. I've had some friends give me weird looks say say I sounded stupid, but... Oh well. It IS fun to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;There were conferences on Thursday. That's all I remember. Pretty much. My mom made me stay after school and wait for her. Conferences started at 3 and it was easier for her to just come right after work with me there. "Yay." [Insert eyeroll and annoyed sigh] It was stupid. Although I did work on some homework. I have all A's except for a B+ in Spanish because of a stupid resumen on one of the tests. Should be able to bring that up easily. Oh, and I guess my grade in chem is technically an A-. And among the higher grades in class, apparently. Although I guess my test grades have been lower this time around? I dunno. Whatever. I have solid A's in civ and orch, though. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Friday was... What DID we do on Friday? We did... stuff... Crap. I don't even remember. Had a conversation about the difference between wide ruled and college ruled paper and why college ruled is better. That was.... Oddly amusing. And nerdy. Then after school I got fruit. Lots of fruit. Becuase I sold fruit. And so I, along with every other band/orch student that sold fruit, picked up the orders after school. Yayy fruit! I fell asleep on the couch Friday night. I woke up at 2 in the morning and was like, "Wtf?" and Spencer wasn't even home yet. Lulz. Silly brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;That paragraph seems a little ADD for some reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[SEE THE ABOVE POST FOR THE REST!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh, and the picture above is titled "Where Do We Go From Here?" &lt;a href="http://violentkiwi3511.deviantart.com/art/Where-Do-We-Go-From-Here-106173719"&gt;http://violentkiwi3511.deviantart.com/art/Where-Do-We-Go-From-Here-106173719&lt;/a&gt; I took the pics Tuesday after school and edited them Friday night. If you have a dA (or even if you don't), you should go look at it there. Yay for blatant self-promotion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm tired despite my two hour nap in the middle of the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-679853670261925086?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/679853670261925086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=679853670261925086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/679853670261925086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/679853670261925086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2008/12/warning-this-is-really-long.html' title='[EDIT] Warning: This is really long.'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/SUWgoZ4HFqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6yR1h82_6Qo/s72-c/snow+feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-2395283477673542836</id><published>2008-12-10T16:33:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:56:48.856-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='da deviant art deviantart'/><title type='text'>Also!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ajss.deviantart.com/art/umarlismy-mon-amie-105952053"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;http://ajss.deviantart.com/art/umarlismy-mon-amie-105952053&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That picture is amazing. I lurve dA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Until the next time I get bored,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-2395283477673542836?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/2395283477673542836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=2395283477673542836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/2395283477673542836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/2395283477673542836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2008/12/also.html' title='Also!'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-965281997209104943</id><published>2008-12-10T15:55:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:37:57.356-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister wendy youtube racist chem bad jokes test jepardy student teacher creeper spanish marie antoinette king louis xvi sleepy tired boring la catrina subjunctive orchestra vivaldi grieg fat whale'/><title type='text'>Sister Wendy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;is an odd duck. Just sayin'. Sister Wendy, by the way, is some nun that goes around and talks about art. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sister_wendy"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sister_wendy&lt;/a&gt; Hehehe. The first Sister Wendy video we watched was the best. I know they're not SUPPOSED to be funny.... but they honestly are. I wonder if I can find her videos on youtube&gt; Holy crap. I have to check now. TO DA YOUTOOBZ! ...Hmm. Nope. I've found some interview she did with Bill Moyer. But no clips of her actually talking about art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;So anyways. Chem was crazy random today. Cory kept making all these stupid comments, and Batterman was making fun of him and calling him racist and stuff. And Cory's all, "I can't be racist! I'm everything! Indian, Puerto Rican..." Something like that. Oh, and let's not forget black and Irish, right? And by Indian, he's part Native American. But it was funny. Because it's Batterman and he makes fun of everyone. He wasn't being serious when he was calling Cory racist. Our class kept getting off topic today. It was kinda fun. And apparently Sumeer keeps creepin' on Angela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;In other chem nooz, I apparently got a C+ or something on the test yesterday, but then I got 7 extra points because my team won Jepardy on Monday. So that was like... An extra 5%, I think. So then I had a B. But then Miss Borg (el profesora estudiante, if that makes sense in Spanish) curved the test. So I got an A. That seems really complicated, just to figure out my score on a test. I thought I did a lot better than a C+. I have no idea what happened. It didn't SEEM too difficult. Huh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;And then civ was Sister Wendy and notes. Almost dozed off during the notes, and then they got better once we started talking about Marie Antoinette and King Loius XVI. It's not that I think the French revolution was boring... Nope. In fact, it's quite interesting. It's just the notes were really boring for awhile. So once we got to stuff I knew more about, then I was a little more awake. Plus, Sister Wendy makes me sleepy. Notes right after Sister Wendy are always a little more sleep-inducing than usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;As for Spanish, new seating chart, new companeros, new La Catrina episode. Also worked on the subjunctive tense a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Orch was fine. Had full orch. Worked on the Vivaldi. Then after the winds left, we did a run through of the Grieg. That piece is like, 20 figgin minutes long. a;idfhgfjaodijk'inivniervaguidnfvnv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I am a fate whale and people must walk miles to get around my girth! LULZ. Oh, Emerald, how I love our random conversations and self-deprecation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;And Angela is an Asian man dating Padraic, a big black guy! Yay for odd conversations and miss-hearing things! No one will understand this paragraph. Except Emerald will understand half. And Angela will understand the other half. But they don't read this! ..I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Your favorite fat whale,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;PS. I am ignoring my crisis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-965281997209104943?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/965281997209104943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=965281997209104943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/965281997209104943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/965281997209104943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2008/12/sister-wendy.html' title='Sister Wendy...'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-5129828718632092380</id><published>2008-12-09T22:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:07:44.594-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap life crisis fuck fuckfuck chat enjoy no information penguins snowflakes'/><title type='text'>So I figure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Since I have nowhere else to write random crap about my life, I might as well continue with this. I honestly don't even care if it gets read or not. All this is is me babbling about my life and whatever random crap is happening to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;So let me continue with random crap by saying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay. Nice chatting with you today. Hope you enjoyed my crisis. I know I certainly did. Hell, I'm still enjoying it. I'ma just go enjoy it somewhere ELSE now. Because that's how I am. I tell you I have a crisis, and then I give you no information whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I have penguins and snowflakes on my shirt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-5129828718632092380?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/5129828718632092380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=5129828718632092380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/5129828718632092380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/5129828718632092380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-i-figure.html' title='So I figure...'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-914619599270333119</id><published>2008-12-07T19:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:35:24.891-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired nap weekend ballet dizzy high five papers tropic thunder family force 5 ff5 fangirl homework photos duluth da deviant art deviantart'/><title type='text'>EDIT Buhhhh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've been really tired this weekend. I took a nap yesterday, and then I ended up taking one after dinner tonight. We had a roast, by the way. 'Twas delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;My weekend has been boring. Saturday wasn't too bad. Ballet was fun. ^__^ We were doing chaînés turns across the floor. Holly totally congratulated saying I did like, 20 good ones in a row. Then she gave me a high five and I almost fell over. xDDD Oh dear... I was really dizzy. And slightly leaning over for the high five. Still. It was pretty funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Then stuffing papers. It took three hours because the money/business section wasn't there at first. Gah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Then home and computer funness. I guess. I watched Tropic Thunder last night with my dad. It was pretty good but there weren't as many laugh out loud moments as I was expecting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Today was boring. FF5 had a podcast on altpress.com. It was really long, but awesome. I lurve Family Force 5. Anyone who knows me well enough will know that I get totally fangirly for them. It's really kinda sad. I make fun of all the Twilight fangirls, and ere I am going crazy for FF5. At least I'm not to the point where I'm all, "MARRY ME! I WANT YOUR BABEEZZ!!" But I can recognize any of their songs within the first 15 seconds or so. ^__^;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;So yeah. I should go do my homework. I have some chem worksheets and SDQ for Spanish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Also, I'm happy with al the old Duluth photos I found. Still have more editing to do. AND!!! Someone that's pretty popular faved one of my pics on dA. *Seizure of joy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;EDIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh yeah. Also went to the holiday show on Friday. Allie came home for the weekend to see it. So that was fun watching it with her and Cori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;..Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-914619599270333119?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/914619599270333119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=914619599270333119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/914619599270333119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/914619599270333119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2008/12/buhhhh.html' title='EDIT Buhhhh...'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-4931534832014324251</id><published>2008-12-05T17:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:43:48.773-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward other nooz photos edit old pics duluth autumn'/><title type='text'>EDIT So I decided something...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm really awkward. This isn't because of any particular events, but it's just something that randomly popped into my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;IN OTHER NOOZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I NEED SOME GOOD PHOTOS TO EDIIIIIIIIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;EDIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;So I found some pics from Duluth! I completely forgot about the pics I took while visiting Cooper for family weekend. So I'm be posting some autumn-y stuff on dA for awhile until I get nice winter pics. I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe I'll take some cute wintry pics outside tomorrow. I was going to today after school, but... I couldn't find my hat. &gt;__&lt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-4931534832014324251?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/4931534832014324251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=4931534832014324251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/4931534832014324251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/4931534832014324251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-i-decided-something.html' title='EDIT So I decided something...'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-9024660715859946991</id><published>2008-12-04T22:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:25:38.491-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday birfday one month january 4th fourth'/><title type='text'>One more thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;MY BIRFDAY IS IN ONE MONTH!!!!! WOOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-9024660715859946991?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/9024660715859946991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=9024660715859946991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/9024660715859946991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/9024660715859946991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-more-thing.html' title='One more thing...'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-5806290642266562843</id><published>2008-12-04T22:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:23:51.998-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the difference between hos and bitches uptight spanish sub emo newspaper amish rap is crap chem civ orchestra'/><title type='text'>The difference between hos and bitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Learning the difference was probably the highlight of my day. Just sayin'. Actually, the whole newspaper meeting was the highlight. Yayyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Chem was stupid. Damn pop quiz thing. Gahhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;We started watching North By Northwest in civ because half the class is in the holiday show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;We had a crazy uptight sub in Spanish. She started asking me about my name and said she knew f a guy named Keegan. I was like, "Yeahhh... That happens." She was all wondering if it was a family name and crap. I felt super awkward, but I didn't have a way of excaping the conversation. She also freaked out whenever someone tried to have a group of three. Honestly? Hoffman would not have cared, as long as we weren't being too loud. And Hoffman gives us two extra minutes after the bell rings. You could tell the sub didn't really believe us when we told her. She also didn't believe Lydia when she said Hoffman told us to spend our time as best as we could or whatever, whether that meant doing other homework or just doing Spanish.  She really did tell us something like that. The sub just didn't believe us. "Nice try," she told Lydia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Orch was fine. We randomly had all these district people come in at the beginning and listen to us play the beginning of the Vivaldi. It was... awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;And then newspaper. Oh goodness. Erik was talking abouth ow for the yearbook picture or whatever, we should all be emo. So we started discussing how emo we would be.  When I mentioned guyliner, black nail polish, and girl jeans, he decided that was going a &lt;em&gt;bit&lt;/em&gt; too far. It was lulzy, nonetheless. And then Phil and Gwen overheard and the conversation got... weirder. Lol. Phil was saying Gwen should be a pilgrim, Erik the emo, and I think he said he'd be a sorcerer? Heh. I dunno. It was weird. And then there was a conversation about being Amish? Oh jezz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;And then near the end was the conversation with Gwen, Trisha and Erik about hos and bitches. It started off about music and how rap isn't music. ("It's just angry poetry," I think we decided) Then it went to "What the difference between hos and bitches?" And then there was talk of shawties and what tall people/fat people/other people would be called. And so Erik was all, "There should be a zoo that sparates all the different types of people." Basically, the shawties and the fatties would be kept away from each other because the fatties just eat everything. And the hos and the bitches would be kept separate, too. "You can tell them apart because the bitches have longer tails than the hos." Lol. When Erik was explaining that, EVERYONE in the room heard. Even Robinson, because I saw him looking at us kinda like, "Lolwut?"  Granted, there weren't a lot of us there, but still. I just started laughing so hard... And I was reminded of "I can only throw biscuits so far."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Why is it the funniest parts of my day involved talking with Erik in newspaper? Not that there's anything wrong with that, but still. As I read it sounds kinda... Kinda like I'm talking about him a lot. I think I'm just analyzing my thoughts too much. Blarrr. It's annoying when I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;WHUTEVAR. KBAIII. I GOTTA GO SHAWUR NAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-5806290642266562843?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/5806290642266562843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=5806290642266562843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/5806290642266562843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/5806290642266562843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2008/12/difference-between-hos-and-bitches.html' title='The difference between hos and bitches'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-8184742980540564300</id><published>2008-12-03T15:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:41:44.928-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1-2-3-4-5-6 iPodizzle iPod music Skittles hyper orchestra bus chemistry chem fire flame bunson burner test stupid smart people bad pickup lines palace of versailles jfk eastside edition'/><title type='text'>1-2-3-4-5-6 1-2-3-4-5-6 1-2-3-4-5-6...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I have 6/8 time stuck in my head! AHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Actually... Not so much anymore. My iPodizzle helps. And yes. If I ever refer to my iPod, it is referred to as my iPodizzle. It's amzing. Shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;OKAY. MOVING ON TO WHAT I WAS GOING TO START TALKING ABOUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;6/8 time. I was helping Emerald in orchestra... Haha. We got time to work on juries/orch music/theory and stuff. Me and Kate didn't really feel like working on our jury so I was bothering Angela, Cody, and Emerald. Emerald kept getting off a little. So I started coundting for her. Heehee. It was fun. And then I was an honorary Cody when she went to the bathroom and I clapped out her part while Emerald and Angela clapped out their parts. I stayed together with Emerald! Angela managed to get like, two measures ahead. But whatever. So Emerald knows the rhythm. It's just the actual playing... So yeah. And then Zien was helping them near the end of class and I just would kinda wander up and be all "&lt;strong&gt;1-2-3-4-5-6!&lt;/strong&gt;" while jumping around and everything. And then I was doing some weird run. Haha. 'Twas fun. ^____^ And then Miss Zien was all like, "How do you have that much energy?" or something like that. I was &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; tempted to say that it was because I snuck Skittles into orchestra. &lt;em&gt;Because I did&lt;/em&gt;. I had them behind me on my chair while we played, since we have to sit at the edge of our chairs. Woo! (We're not supposed to eat in class. Or chew gum.) &lt;strong&gt;I iz r sneaky! &lt;/strong&gt;So yeah. I like Skittles. They made me really hyper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;And then the bus ride home was pretty fun. I was talking with Kate about chemistry. She's in AP, which is second hour and I'm just in gen chem, which is first hour. I could've been in AP, but I'm not a chem fan. Give me art, lit, and history! Math and sciences can go out the door! But yeah. We started talking about the people in our classes and stupid smart people. And I told her about the flame tests we were doing today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay. So in chem today, we did flame tests with bunson burners and chemicals, yes? We would dip a wire in a chemical and then run it through the flame to see what color it would turn. And I was having &lt;em&gt;entirely&lt;/em&gt; way to much fun with fire. We were at stations and Miss Borg, our student teacher would turn the lights off when we were supposed to run the wire through the flame. It was awesome! There was one chemical that made the flame a greenish yellow, and another that was bright green. And then there were two bright pink/magenta-y flames. And... Yeah. It was fun. &lt;strong&gt;Fire + pretty colors = fun!&lt;/strong&gt; Uh... That could probably send to wrong message to kids. Haha. Oh well. Oh, and then when we were working on out lab reports, Sumeer randomly said a bad pickup line to Angela. I forget why... "Your dad must be Osama, 'cause you're the bomb." Lol. So that reminded me of my list of bad pickup lines I started. And the whole class started talking about them. And then Batterman started contributing. 'Twas especially funny since he's our &lt;em&gt;teacher&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;So that was my day. Minus civ, Spanish, and lunch. Because I can't think of anything especially funny that happened in those classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;OH! &lt;strong&gt;I'm putting the Palace of Versailles on my Christmas list.&lt;/strong&gt; I decided that in civ. We're learning about absolutism, and so we talked about Kind Louis the someteenth. Lyons showed us pics of the palace, and... I lurve it. I totally want to visit there, now. Haha. I'll loved pics of the garden. That place looked perfect for pictures! So I'm putting it on my Christmas list. Heehee. Or else I'll buy it when I'm older. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I have my articles for newspaper to finish. I need to e-mail them in tonight. Byeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Keegan &lt;33333333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-8184742980540564300?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/8184742980540564300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=8184742980540564300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/8184742980540564300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/8184742980540564300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2008/12/1-2-3-4-5-6-1-2-3-4-5-6-1-2-3-4-5-6.html' title='1-2-3-4-5-6 1-2-3-4-5-6 1-2-3-4-5-6...'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014092312441852678.post-5773329501064270244</id><published>2008-12-01T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:51:59.912-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid yay keegan is awesome for the win ftw'/><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is stupid. Which is exactly why I started it! WOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much you wanna bet I'll completely forget about this within a month?&lt;br /&gt;Keegan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2014092312441852678-5773329501064270244?l=violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/feeds/5773329501064270244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2014092312441852678&amp;postID=5773329501064270244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/5773329501064270244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014092312441852678/posts/default/5773329501064270244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkiwi3511.blogspot.com/2008/12/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Keegan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VdchQp-gG0/Sqm56ZIZtnI/AAAAAAAAABs/wZ7oDxw6uU4/S220/IMGP3110+copy+wm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
