<?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-19440155</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:02:49.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Mercury</title><subtitle type='html'>Spirits rome here... singing songs in the wind, calling the name "Mercury, oh mercury, where have you gone?" over and over again... bless Mercury, the tabby kitten, messanger to all loved ones...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriemaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440155/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriemaddness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Merc Merc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699506160368110548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://dslweb.nwnexus.com/russvr/HannahSchoolPic001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440155.post-113885784801412376</id><published>2006-02-01T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T07:54:15.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;...to all who enjoyed and beleived in this site.  I hsve put it off to the side, as if to adandon it forever. As if to be nothing, even if my first blog ever. Infatct, this is the only way to comunicate with humans around the world... and enjoy myself, as I much friends with everyone. I am truly sorry.... it will never happen again... (For now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nothing exciting is going on lately... fourth grade strikes again... but what I have noticed, is this week people have been locking me outside. It all started when I had gone to the greatest place ever.... although do not know how to spell it. (Ummm.... Gadalupe House? You get the idea) It was shower day, and my stepmom was busy with the showers, so I became bored, she let me outside, and kept the door unluked. An hour or two passed, and after breaking sticks, running threw the grass, calling for cats and making a nest, I felt as to go in. I ran to the back door and tryed to open the door. Locked. I hurled my fist against the door to get in... nobody heird me. I sat there, wondering what to do, pounding against the door calling names over and over agin. Finally, I had sed to the side of the building where the tables lay, and I jumped up onto the tallest one and scanned the windows for a open one. After finding one, I started to call names over and over agin, until they heird me and let me inside. Strike one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;After school on days when my bro's at late class probably means mom will get there a little sooner, but this time she wasn't. I went up to my carppol person, and said in a jolly voice (Although fake) "Bring me with you!" She said okay and I quickly stamered. What the? I thuoght, putting my hand under my chin. The next thing I knew I was in the car.... driving off to my house. I explained the disection today.... us disecting the squid (I'll post the notes up once I'm done with em) and how I really wasn't, I was just taking notes on it. We had finally arrived at the house, and when she drove away into the distance, I found that the door was locked. Pounded on it, no answer. I pounded on every window and door, no answer came out of any og em. I felt unhappy... sitting there, with Aster by myside. An half hour passed, and I found myself still sitting there, playing with Aster.  Finally, mom arrived and let me inside, telling me  it wasn't my carpool person's day to bring me home. Strike two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;After enjoyinf life at Whitaker ponds group, planting trees and exploring, I found that we were off to the bus stop. Minutes passed.... and I saw the bus had come late, I felt sort of bored then. I was used to the fact of this.... and it got pretty boring just standing there in the rain making cars honk at me. Or trying to hitchhike a ride. (Sigh) an hour passed slowly, and I found myself walking ovwe to shelter and waiting 15 min. there. Finally, the bus arrived, and we all piled in the bus, pushing and pulling to get in first. I found myself holding a bar, looking out the window and enjoying the heater.... strike three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Who knows the next time I shall be locked out.... it sort of frightens me, in a way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;A small blog, dedicated to Mercury, a small tabby kitten who is no longer with us. *Puts hand on heart* Bless him.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440155-113885784801412376?l=faeriemaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriemaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/113885784801412376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440155&amp;postID=113885784801412376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440155/posts/default/113885784801412376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440155/posts/default/113885784801412376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriemaddness.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry...'/><author><name>Merc Merc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699506160368110548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://dslweb.nwnexus.com/russvr/HannahSchoolPic001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440155.post-113452739820102853</id><published>2005-12-13T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T07:54:54.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a heavenly day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tuesday, Dec. 13, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Ooooooooh Hannah, Time to get up!!!" I sunk my head into my pillow, tring to ignore the desprate call of my mom. "Oooooooh Hannah!!!!!!!" She called, over and over again, every few minutes. And- weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..... sorry, please wait, need to go past all that nonsence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Awww.... thank you for waiting, on with the story and starting at after swimming:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I backed away from anna, trying to mess around, when the next thing I knew I was holding my head as tightly as possible, trying to conquer the pain from me hitting me haed against the mettle poll of the porch. I hissed with horror for some reason, although I don't know why I'd hiss, and then quickly tryed to ignore it, get up, and run to the carthat was turning on trying to get my attention. I swung open the door, jumped in, swung the door tightly closed, buckled myself in, and put my hands in my lad as if nothing happened. And of course, the drove off towards the dreadful school, and- weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;BORING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorry about that, couldn't help that bor- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I mean, I couldn't help that boring stuff. Sorry again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I ran quickly to the school, tring not to be out in the cold and damp paved outside. (Even if there wasn't really a diffrence) As I jumped into the building a little happy, I suddenly tripped and fell to the ground. A little emmbarrised, I quickly got up and walked in a fast pace to the tables to have lunch. "lenntle stoo, pear, bannanna, apple," I murmured, grabbing each item out of my papper bag, and eating each one. After finishing lunch, (Wow, this isn't one of my top ten storys! Darn it!) I ran out the door of the building to run free in the little space, and to have fun with other objects, some real some not. I ran over to balance on a little wodden rectangle keeping all the bark chips in, when I fell off and hit the ground with a big "THUMP!!!" and landing on my wittle arm(sniff). It felt as numb as your mouth was at a dentist when they put that yucky stuff in their, and you just KNOW something's bad going to happen after that.Well, about a momment later I was backing away from my friends, and accidentally toppled over the slide and hurt my back. I sucked my lip, trying to ignore all of the pain, although it wasn't the start of anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A few minutes latee, I walked over to my other friend, my arm and back in pain. "Hay!" called somebody, about to throw their ball to my friend, "Head's up!" No, no, it didn't hit HIM, it hit me in the eye, and I actaully saw stars run around my mind for a split second. After my back hurting, my arm numb, and now a bad eye, I burst into tears and ran across the playground cupping my eye, everything was hust a big blur. "Hannah! Hannah! What happened?!" seemed to be echoing around me, I didn't stop though, I ran on to try to hide myself. I ran through the door of the school, and halfway their, My teacher stopped me and asked me what happened. "Somebody hit me in the eye accidentally..." I said, trying to stop crying. Next thing I knew, an ice pack was in my hand, and I was still tightly covering my eye. The bell suddenly rang, and I ran to the classroom. Everyone crouded me and asked me "What's wrong? What's wrong Hannah?" I only answer with this; "A lot of things, actaullly." After the holl read aloud, I felt like evweryone was staring at my eye in disgust, and Melia is afraid to even look at you.... Why?! I MEAN, WHY DO I ALWAYS GET HURT!!!!!!!!!???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;A small blog, dedicated to Mercury, a small tabby kitten who is no longer with us. *Puts hand on heart* Bless him.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440155-113452739820102853?l=faeriemaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriemaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/113452739820102853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440155&amp;postID=113452739820102853&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440155/posts/default/113452739820102853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440155/posts/default/113452739820102853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriemaddness.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-heavenly-day.html' title='What a heavenly day....'/><author><name>Merc Merc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699506160368110548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://dslweb.nwnexus.com/russvr/HannahSchoolPic001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440155.post-113433034553914449</id><published>2005-12-11T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T07:24:45.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/985/1924/1600/Hannah%20and%20Kitty%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/985/1924/320/Hannah%20and%20Kitty%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**MY CATS!!!!!*************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/985/1924/1600/Smokey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/985/1924/320/Smokey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Smokey, my dear 6 year old tabby cat, he looks sort of like mercury in a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/985/1924/1600/TinyAster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/985/1924/320/TinyAster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Aster, my bombay kitten when she was very young and we had brought her home. Looking at this pic is telling me aster really hasn't grown much, even if she's one now and full grown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Picture of my beloved Mercury coming soon(When I get my camera developed).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;A small blog, dedicated to Mercury, a small tabby kitten who is no longer with us. *Puts hand on heart* Bless him.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440155-113433034553914449?l=faeriemaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriemaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/113433034553914449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440155&amp;postID=113433034553914449&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440155/posts/default/113433034553914449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440155/posts/default/113433034553914449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriemaddness.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-cats.html' title='My cats'/><author><name>Merc Merc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699506160368110548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://dslweb.nwnexus.com/russvr/HannahSchoolPic001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440155.post-113417075517703373</id><published>2005-12-09T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T07:25:59.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NationStates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" href="http://www.nationstates.net/17907/logout=1"&gt;Jennifer Government: NationStates&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;^Access to a wonderous game of the gods and goddesses, also known as a really diffucult game where you never looses, and you never win. Just think... the only way to quit the game is either not accessing it until twenty seven days have gone by, or braking a few rules and getting deleted by the mods. Heh... Ask me any of your questions about the game. ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;A small blog, dedicated to Mercury, a small tabby kitten who is no longer with us. *Puts hand on heart* Bless him.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440155-113417075517703373?l=faeriemaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriemaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/113417075517703373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440155&amp;postID=113417075517703373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440155/posts/default/113417075517703373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440155/posts/default/113417075517703373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriemaddness.blogspot.com/2005/12/nationstates_09.html' title='NationStates'/><author><name>Merc Merc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699506160368110548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://dslweb.nwnexus.com/russvr/HannahSchoolPic001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440155.post-113410893304877822</id><published>2005-12-08T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T07:29:24.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>***LOST CAT***</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hello everyone reading this topic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(Sob) My beloved grayish brown tabby cat has run away... and he is not neidored. We were going to neidor him next week, but the next think I knew he was gone and missing. If you find him, please do contact us at 503-282-7260. Thankyou, come again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;He is a large 12 month old marble color tabby cat who loves to eat, although is a very nice and cuddely cat who wants to play with other cats but uaully gets a big swat in the face instead. If found, I beg you to tell us... Thank you, come again again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;A small blog, dedicated to Mercury, a small tabby kitten who is no longer with us. *Puts hand on heart* Bless him.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440155-113410893304877822?l=faeriemaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriemaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/113410893304877822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440155&amp;postID=113410893304877822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440155/posts/default/113410893304877822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440155/posts/default/113410893304877822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriemaddness.blogspot.com/2005/12/lost-cat.html' title='***LOST CAT***'/><author><name>Merc Merc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699506160368110548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://dslweb.nwnexus.com/russvr/HannahSchoolPic001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440155.post-113356435155153233</id><published>2005-12-02T14:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T07:34:51.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another wonderous Friday, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;solid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Wondering &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Statues"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hello, and greetings from...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ummm... school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We bring you knowlege, we reapeet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; We bring you knowledge.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Anyway, today was wonderous, if you think passions and fun stuff all day is wonderous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Every Friday is a half day, and a freedom-day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Wahoo! Weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Halfness! Freedom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hope and faith!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Talking, and every day you know there's going to be trouble! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;lol!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;like I was saying...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;on with my day and the story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; looked down at my feet, wondering why we could not watch the movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A few kids groaned, and one kid shouted out;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"We came here to watch a movie, not sit here and wait!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Billy, one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;of our teachers, turned around and sighed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm afraid that were not going to watch a movie...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But we can always just reasurch about them!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Billy said, a little dissapointment in his voice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I felt like laughing, why reasurch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I came here for the computer to show me the stuff about Lous and Clark, not sit by the computer and search! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;creamed out Zoey, a girl one grade higher then me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Can't we just play statues? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You know, out in the ware house?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It took a while to talk the teacher into it, but everyone agreed at the end to play in the room we were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;already were in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;All the teachers left the room, leaving all the kids who wanted to play statues alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I was it first, forced to sit on a hard chair and to close my eyes now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; closed my eyes, then af&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ter two or three minutes opened them to see somebody right before they got to me, I saw there elbow quickly stop in the air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Your out, Nate...!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I said, looking into his brown eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;He said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"You cheeted, you did not see me!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I sighed, then lied&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;saing that I had not, and left him to another time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I closed my eyes, and gently layed my hands over them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A couple minutes later, I opened them again to see another kid spin on the chair, I saw his hand steer it, then quickly stop seeing that I was watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Saw you, Anakin!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I said, a grin spreading across my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Okay..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; very calmly and all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;He said, walking over to a bench,. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Two boys suddenly appearedout of nowhere, looking at me in a strange way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Hay, what's going on?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;one boy said, tilting his head to one side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Were playing statues, Koa and Deigo...!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I said, closing my eyes again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Cool!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Called out Koa&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;running over to join the game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Deigo followed Koa, a smile gently layed on his face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Start over!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Called out Anna, a small little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I nodded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Closing my eyes again. I opened them a minute later, everybody but Anakin moving, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Saw you, again Anakin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Anankin just nodded, walking over&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;to the bench.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This time I turned around, my back only showing, and I quickly heard movement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I quickly turned around, seeing sombody move. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Saw you Yona." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I called, Yona sort of quivering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Darn it...!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She said, walking over to the bench.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;20 minutes flew by, and everyone but Koa and Deigo were left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Koa won, only because he didn't move. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I shook my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Koa, you have to move...!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I sighed, heading towards my other classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;A small blog, dedicated to Mercury, a small tabby kitten who is no longer with us. *Puts hand on heart* Bless him.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440155-113356435155153233?l=faeriemaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriemaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/113356435155153233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440155&amp;postID=113356435155153233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440155/posts/default/113356435155153233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440155/posts/default/113356435155153233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriemaddness.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-wonderous-friday-2005_02.html' title='Another wonderous Friday, 2005'/><author><name>Merc Merc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699506160368110548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://dslweb.nwnexus.com/russvr/HannahSchoolPic001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440155.post-113349220459062991</id><published>2005-12-01T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T07:35:50.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, Dec. 1, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;A frown spreads across my face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;As I slowly drive away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;From my beloved friend, Melia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Hello, and I'm glad I'm back from Crazyland, my friend's house. lol. Well, I'll see her tommorrw on school, for tommorrow is a half day! Ever Friday is! No math! No goals! No no choices! All fun passoins! Yay! School has suddenly become a "No Choice" school. It's not fair, we have to wait fifteen min. to go outside and enjoy ourselfs, we HAVE to do this, we HAVE to do that, and listen to me, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!! FREEDOM! FREEDOM FREEDOM FREEDOM!!! And when I see freedom, I mean love, nonpolution, and to think before you do, see what you are doing, and most importantly... NO WAR!!! (Sigh) But that's just a dream, a dream that has now failed, and will always be a failure. People never think about the poor, until they have drounded or something worse. New Orleans is plenty of proof. Man, WHY? WHY?!?! I've been running around school asking people what I should write about, all they say is "Write what you want to write about." Man, that's no help! I need a topic! I can't think of one, so I have no topics I want to write about, darn it! Anyway, today was okay, if you don't think your choices running down hill is bad. (Sigh) It's never fair! Now, to get back to what I was saying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"BOOM! CRASH! BOOM!" A scream of terror ran across the room, startling Melia's mom. "What's wrong?" She said in panic, quickly running into Melia's room. I was hanging on the huge and tall bed, while melia was wildly dancing across the room. Melia's mom, stopped, shook her head, then shut the door without another word. Melia and I started to brake out into to laughs, Melia getting back to dancing, and I, falling off the bed onto the floor onto a basket of stuffed animals. I got up, Melia cracking up at the sight of me trying to retreive balance. When I myself was up, I started to brake into giggles, and then into laughs. "That as funner than fun!" I laughed, slapping my knee. "MY TURN!" She screamed, running over to the bed, and climbing up it as if it was a rock wall. I turned back on the music, then started to dance wildly myself. I crashed into walls, bookshelfs, and some times tripped and fell onto my face. I would just get up and laugh no matter what. "Man Melia..." I laughed, getting up from another fall, "Your house is great!" She colapsed into the stuffed animal basket, and nodded her head in response. I laughed, and the next thing I new, a few hours had sweped by me as if a torpeedo, and Melia's mom walked into the room right hen I had fallen into the basket and announced I had to leave. It was hard to part us, we grabbed each other, and said that I'd now live with them. Mom didn't by it, and dragged me away from my dear friend. I di a few dramatic screams of her name,  and all I heard in response was a simple. "Bye..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;A small blog, dedicated to Mercury, a small tabby kitten who is no longer with us. *Puts hand on heart* Bless him.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440155-113349220459062991?l=faeriemaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriemaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/113349220459062991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440155&amp;postID=113349220459062991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440155/posts/default/113349220459062991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440155/posts/default/113349220459062991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriemaddness.blogspot.com/2005/12/thursday-dec-1-2005.html' title='Thursday, Dec. 1, 2005'/><author><name>Merc Merc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699506160368110548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://dslweb.nwnexus.com/russvr/HannahSchoolPic001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440155.post-113341315698473557</id><published>2005-11-30T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T20:59:16.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interveiwing my mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: Hay, mom, can I interview you on your childhood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Mom: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: Okay, how were you treated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Mom: By whom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: Oh, just forget I said a word. What did you like to do when you were young?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Mom: Well, I loved writing, and I also I liked smimming, but I LOVED having adventures on my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: What adventures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Mom: Well, I liked going down &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;steep hills. You see, I was a dare-Devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: Cool! Anyway, what were your cats names?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Mom: Oh god, I, I can't remember them. I'm sorry... but when I was a teenager I had millions of cats that lived on a farm with me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: Hmmm... okay, what was your personality when you were young?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Mom: I was really thoughtful, although quite sensitive, VERY talkitive, and very adventurous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: Always getting into trouble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Mom: No, I barely ever got into trouble, I was very responssible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: What did you colect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Mom: What did I colect, boy, did I colect anything? Hmmm... buttons. When I was a little younger than you I colected buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: Hmmm... Okay, were down to the last question; Mom... I'M HUNGRY!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Mom: Were going to have food in a few min. Now, what was your question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: I'M HUNGRY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;A small blog, dedicated to Mercury, a small tabby kitten who is no longer with us. *Puts hand on heart* Bless him.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440155-113341315698473557?l=faeriemaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriemaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/113341315698473557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440155&amp;postID=113341315698473557&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440155/posts/default/113341315698473557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440155/posts/default/113341315698473557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriemaddness.blogspot.com/2005/11/interveiwing-my-mom.html' title='Interveiwing my mom'/><author><name>Merc Merc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699506160368110548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://dslweb.nwnexus.com/russvr/HannahSchoolPic001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440155.post-113341024881136959</id><published>2005-11-30T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T07:36:53.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wensday, Nov. 30 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Greetings from planet Earth, were life is taunting me! We bring no polutoin, cars, guns or fights by are sides and we hope to make peace on your humble planet. Anyway, today was swell, if you think blowing up into bits isn't that bad. Stress, stress, and more stress! School just isn't my thing, and I know it for a fact! I think me and my enemy are finally becoming friends, and now Melia feels as if it's even now. I was playing freeze-tag today, I came back inside and Melia jumped back and screamed. It happened to mean my face was as red as the flames in a fire, burning with confusion, although energy. Man, I can't just be perfect, can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I was sitting in class waiting for luck to strike me, when a ring of a bell got me off gaurd for the wanted luck. "MATH GROUPS" Yelled a class mate, holding the bell in w one hand. I sighed sadly, hanging my head as my dark creamy brown eyes stared down at the tiled floor. I got up and slowly walked over to Math Groups with my math folder under my armpit, there really was no hurry. All that was going to happen was to be yelled at for never understanding what the teacher was saying. Sheesh. But, let's skip that. "RING!!!!!!" A sharp ring struck me as I was doing my work in the class with my hand bussily writing down info on my paper. I jumped, falling down out of my chair, and hitting the ground with a huge "THUMP!!!" Shock ran across me as I fell tords the ground, my eyes tightly closed, and my arms rapped around the chair. After the fall, I quickly got up and left the class for breack/snack, a good time to go crazy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;A small blog, dedicated to Mercury, a small tabby kitten who is no longer with us. *Puts hand on heart* Bless him.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440155-113341024881136959?l=faeriemaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriemaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/113341024881136959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440155&amp;postID=113341024881136959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440155/posts/default/113341024881136959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440155/posts/default/113341024881136959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriemaddness.blogspot.com/2005/11/wensday-nov-30-2005.html' title='Wensday, Nov. 30 2005'/><author><name>Merc Merc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699506160368110548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://dslweb.nwnexus.com/russvr/HannahSchoolPic001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440155.post-113332607750843183</id><published>2005-11-29T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T07:37:40.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hello, I have been really been interested in hakus, and this haku I've always really liked. What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;There is a path in the hearts of all of us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hidden and seldom traveled....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Which leads to an unkown, secret place...&lt;br /&gt;-Oddworld, Stranger's Wrath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So, how'd you like it? I really would like to hear your thoughts on it! Thanx for reading this far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Tears roll down my rosey cheeks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Splashing into the blossom's creeks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I sing the song of life and day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;when I can sing it, when I may...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;A small blog, dedicated to Mercury, a small tabby kitten who is no longer with us. *Puts hand on heart* Bless him.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440155-113332607750843183?l=faeriemaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriemaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/113332607750843183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440155&amp;postID=113332607750843183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440155/posts/default/113332607750843183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440155/posts/default/113332607750843183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriemaddness.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think?'/><author><name>Merc Merc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699506160368110548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://dslweb.nwnexus.com/russvr/HannahSchoolPic001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440155.post-113332418508645865</id><published>2005-11-29T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T07:38:19.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, Nov. 29, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Dear ol' blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Today was okay, except for the preshure and all that nonsence. Boy, I wish I lived near more kids my age, no a lot of screaming people. (sigh) Well, atleast that makes my happy to move to Michigan. lol. School was, well, the same. I write storys, have to be pushed under the preshure of math, and the nonsence of other things. I wonder if life will stop taunting me, and actaully give back my life. *trys to stop life from taunting me* Well, oh well, it will turn out well in the end at least. Anyway, today the stupid soccer ball kept on hitting me, and boy, it was plain annoying! Grrrr.... man, who kicks those darn hitt'in balls! lol. Anyway, enough about me, more about you.... (cricket, cricket, cricket) Hay, I never knew there were crickets here... CATCH THEM BEFORE THEY GET AWAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;A small blog, dedicated to Mercury, a small tabby kitten who is no longer with us. *Puts hand on heart* Bless him.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440155-113332418508645865?l=faeriemaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriemaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/113332418508645865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440155&amp;postID=113332418508645865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440155/posts/default/113332418508645865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440155/posts/default/113332418508645865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriemaddness.blogspot.com/2005/11/tuesday-nov-29-2005.html' title='Tuesday, Nov. 29, 2005'/><author><name>Merc Merc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699506160368110548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://dslweb.nwnexus.com/russvr/HannahSchoolPic001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
