<?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-5818528352694949792</id><updated>2011-08-01T17:26:34.766-07:00</updated><category term='Sketches'/><category term='Movie Rants'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Memes and fun stuff'/><category term='Features'/><category term='ARGH'/><category term='Lolstories'/><category term='IMPORTANT READS'/><category term='Random Shit'/><category term='Mush and Corn'/><category term='Arrival'/><category term='Daily Updates'/><category term='Monthly Updates'/><title type='text'>Iratus</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-1421653247532919225</id><published>2011-03-15T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:05:39.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexandra Wallace: It's America after all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If you haven't seen it, this is what I'm referring to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b9S-3DlsoTQ" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a re-upload because the original was taken down. Don't hate on this user..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. First of all, the video begins with her saying that she doesn't mean offense to anyone she knows, she's only talking about random strangers. Right, because judging people you don't know is so much better. However parts of her little rant do have some validity. Yes, foreign students from Asia can be loud and obnoxious. It's true. I've been to Asia and it's not exaggeration when I say that everyone SCREAMS at each other. It's just how the culture is. Maybe we're not used to it in America, but in a country founded by immigrants, you'd think people would be more forgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, while this video is clearly in bad taste to what just happened in Japan, if her timing was a little bit better, I highly doubt this video would have been such a big deal. In fact, many people would agree with her. But as soon as she made a reference to the disaster in Japan, everyone went batshit. Her school even discussed expulsion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, while I'm all for slapping this bitch for being an ignorant fuck, this is America. If the country can be proud of one thing it would be their bill of rights. Or their 50 Chicken McNuggets for $10. If this girl is penalized for voicing her opinion on the INTERNET, the place where anyone can say anything, her human right of free speech is being violated. She truly was not hurting anybody with her words, but everyone's sensitivity to the situation in Japan blew this up to such extreme proportions that I really don't think this girl deserves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think she's as much punishment as she deserves. Not only will this affect her personal and school life, it will affect her entire future. Just for voicing her however ignorant and slap-worthy opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-1421653247532919225?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1421653247532919225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=1421653247532919225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/1421653247532919225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/1421653247532919225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2011/03/alexandra-wallace-its-america-after-all.html' title='Alexandra Wallace: It&apos;s America after all.'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/b9S-3DlsoTQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-2125902358863237747</id><published>2009-11-24T18:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:37:57.412-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>"At least I have a boyfriend!"</title><content type='html'>Seriously, how often do you hear this pathetic line as a comeback?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/ATA/24733DG%7EDavid-and-Goliath-Boyfriend-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/ATA/24733DG%7EDavid-and-Goliath-Boyfriend-Posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you have a boyfriend. Con-fucking-gratulations. Do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;honestly&lt;/span&gt; think that your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boyfriend &lt;/span&gt;means a rat's ass to me? In what state of delusion does anyone really give a shit that you have a boyfriend? That's right. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;None. Zero. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No one cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I'm not an evil witch who despises romance, but using the fact that you're in a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;a) Does not make you seem more desirable than the other party.&lt;br /&gt;b) Does not make the other party jealous.&lt;br /&gt;c) Does not make you look cooler.&lt;br /&gt;d) Makes you look like a self centered bitch with DPD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please, if you think this is my way of justifying why I don't have a boyfriend, it's called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;standards&lt;/span&gt;. Because telling people you've been in 30 relationships doesn't make you sound cool, it makes you sound like either a desperate douchebag, a slut, or just a bad girlfriend who can't take commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should learn from this, because if anything, you saying "at least I have a boyfriend" is a fucking sure sign that you shouldn't. Because you should die. In a fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-2125902358863237747?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2125902358863237747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=2125902358863237747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/2125902358863237747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/2125902358863237747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/at-least-i-have-boyfriend.html' title='&quot;At least I have a boyfriend!&quot;'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-4707927265388810756</id><published>2009-10-17T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T18:29:25.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAKE!!!!!!1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/StpoJcHa8rI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uUhU4mRHiVs/s1600-h/fakfeefkae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/StpoJcHa8rI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uUhU4mRHiVs/s400/fakfeefkae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393738015105020594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this constant obsession the internet has with things they assume are fake? Is there something I'm missing here? Are the people of the internet so naive to believe that everything in life is real? That everything anyone says must be true? No one wants the truth. Most people strive on the lies they're fed everyday. Why does the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;honest, truthfu&lt;/span&gt;l internet insist that everything must be real, honest, truth? And it's on the fucking internet for fuck sake, the hot chick you met on MySpace that you think you really "click" with, she MUST be real, there's no way she's a fat, insecure chick hiding behind the delicious anonymity the wonderful world wide web offers; there's no way at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so you think the video on failblog isn't real, it was staged. No way that could've happened, it was just too well timed. The FML you read today, yeah right, no one would ever do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what? The world won't fucking end. Don't lie. Don't hide that smile. That shit made you laugh and you loved it. Scroll down, go ahead, call it fake. Click the comment button, because you know what? Nobody gives a shit. Nobody. Stroke your own ego and e-peen, because nobody else gives a shit about you or what you say. So what if someone staged an epic video? It's such a terrible phenomenon when somebody tries to make you laugh, or gasp, or give you something to talk about or enlighten your dull, mundane day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, why the fuck would you WANT them to be real? Does it make you feel better that there are really people THAT stupid in this world? Will it make you sleep better at night knowing somebody really did get hurt in a freak accident caught on tape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's another thing, why do people insist on announcing to the world their worthless insight? I'm mainly talking about morons who decide to tell everyone that they're unsubbing. Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;figure. a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z208/floral_serenade/unsubassholes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. You watch the videos for free. They take their time and money to make them for you. They've got thousands more flooding in per day. Nobody gives a shit if your worthless name is gone from their subscribers list. Nobody. Gives. A. Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-4707927265388810756?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4707927265388810756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=4707927265388810756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/4707927265388810756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/4707927265388810756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/fake1.html' title='FAKE!!!!!!1'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/StpoJcHa8rI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uUhU4mRHiVs/s72-c/fakfeefkae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-3857266880829456698</id><published>2009-07-14T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:35:07.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Illteracy, the internet and tattoos</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been just a few days shy of a month but that's mainly because I've had nothing to say. But recently I've been sitting around thinking, and I think it's time for my first real, civilized, educated argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na i is jk i r totalys 2 c2pud 4 dat. Has anyone else noticed the lack of literate skills of grade/high school students? I'm not talking global literacy rates, because it's inevitable that that has actually increased, but on a small scale, look over at the guy with the baggy XXXL jeans and truckload of metal around his neck. Look at his essay, does it look something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"da viscocity of the something ya iuno realy no wat dat meenz but u sed to rite abawt it so i is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, probably. Now I'm not one to blame things totally unrelated, but if you think about what the youth is into these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texting&lt;br /&gt;IM-ing&lt;br /&gt;The interwebz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see where I'm going with this. Personally, I think online/texting shorthand or chatspeak is stupid, with the exception of abbreviations for real phrases (BRB, LOL, etc.), but using "r" to replace the already short word, "are", and "u" to replace the three keystroke word "you" is just plain sluggish. I mean, come on, it's two extra keystrokes guys. It might take an extra .05 seconds if you have a typing speed of over 2WPM, but it's the difference between looking like an illiterate fool or looking like you know how to spell a three letter word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not really my topic today. My point is that this chatspeak, which so many claim is harmless and just for the internet is actually affecting the way people write. So many people I know think that using a capital "U" instead of an undercase "u" makes it's alright to use it as a supplement for "you." People also do not know how to use apostrophes properly as apparently, on the internet, they are optional. People think that just because you're not at school, you don't need to use proper grammar. Guess what Einstein, you're not taught to write properly so you can ignore all grammatic rules outside of school. You're not taught math so you can impress you friends with the answer to 12+2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, what's up with discrimination? Slowly, our failure of a species is becoming more accepting to things like race, sexual orientation, religion and gender, but that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;What about people who call themselves "indie", "emo", "goth", etc? Are they less human than blacks, gays, atheists and women? Of course not. Sure they have earlobes the size of your new flatscreen TV, sure they can walk out the door naked and nobody would notice, sure they have metal on every square inch of their face, but how does that make them disgusting, worthless or stupid? Every career consultant will tell you that somebody with more than piercings on their ears are less likely to get a job at an office... why? Less than a century ago, people would not hire women, they would not hire blacks, they would not hire homosexuals and they would look down upon those who are not of their religious party. We've overcome those immaturities now, but why is it still unacceptable to be a little different? I'm not saying I support or are against these people, but why are they seen as less of humans than the rest of society?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-3857266880829456698?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3857266880829456698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=3857266880829456698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/3857266880829456698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/3857266880829456698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/07/illteracy-internet-and-tattoos.html' title='Illteracy, the internet and tattoos'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-8690935138605809101</id><published>2009-06-18T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T07:29:44.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARGH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sketches'/><title type='text'>Coding and doodling pedophiles.</title><content type='html'>Mkay, so it's been over a year since I've last coded anything big (excluding minor HTML formatting, etc)  and I suddenly want to remake my entire blog. But if I try to do this I'll end up wanting to do all the graphics myself (because a layout isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; your's unless you do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the work. Blargh. It's just so time consuming, although time is the only thing I'll have in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of wish I drew more. He're some random doodles I don't think I've ever posted. Clickies to see the whole image~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z208/floral_serenade/doodles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 118px;" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z208/floral_serenade/doodlesthumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z208/floral_serenade/meee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 118px;" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z208/floral_serenade/meeethumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, what the fuck is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z208/floral_serenade/wtfpedo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 566px; height: 101px;" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z208/floral_serenade/wtfpedo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, this Siddique dude has been adding basically everyone I know which creeps the shit out of me, people from Randall AND LRPS. Secondly, the only information he has about himself is that he was born on March 20 1980. That makes him 29 now. Okay pedophile, you really shouldn't go around calling people dear, and you shouldn't really care if people are sweaty over the internets. (Yes, I realize he said sweety, shush.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I have random people well over 18 on my friends list that I don't know from all over Asia and Europe, but seriously, stfu and gtfo you creepy stalker fag. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-8690935138605809101?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8690935138605809101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=8690935138605809101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/8690935138605809101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/8690935138605809101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/coding-again-hrrrrr.html' title='Coding and doodling pedophiles.'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-3915003573506833034</id><published>2009-06-06T22:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:05:46.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Little, insignificant people</title><content type='html'>So, today I realized that a lot more people disliked me than I knew. Most of these, of course, are little, insignificant people who I have never actually spoken to. Funny how that works, eh? It's alright, it's all mutual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More exclusively, to a recent mistake that has been unfortunately introduced into my life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could care less what you thought of me. You are as insignificant to me as I am to you. But when you attempt to fuck me over with your little prejudice parade with people who I actually give a shit about, you prove how pathetic I already know you are. I mean really, I've seen you what, a total of 3 times? We have never had a conversation, nor have we mutually shared eye contact. What the fuck makes you think that you have enough to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; me with? Grow the fuck up and realize you are not the center of the universe. You are nobody. Although I'm glad I no longer have to pretend I like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTERTHOUGHT: Actually, I have spoken to you. Once. A 3 minute conversation. Good job, though, I never thought it was possible to look so stupid in 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this goes for other fucktards too. Mostly those who are now temporarily out of my life (but sadly, I will be seeing these douche bags again in the near future). There are about a dozen people I can think of off the top of my head that I cannot bear the thought of. You are all worthless. Immature, dirty, worthless rubbish. I cannot wait for reality to catch up to your retardation. I'm not one to wish dirty things upon people, but call when you catch your ass on fire, I'll be there to piss on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z208/floral_serenade/signature.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-3915003573506833034?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3915003573506833034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=3915003573506833034' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/3915003573506833034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/3915003573506833034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-insignificant-people.html' title='Little, insignificant people'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-1273918011109972524</id><published>2009-05-25T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:02:44.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sketches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mush and Corn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Shit'/><title type='text'>School, BGT.</title><content type='html'>It's finally setting in: School's almost over. But it's different this year-- I won't be coming back in September. Ah, elementary school's finally almost over. The end never seemed so close 'til today. After I got that huge geo assignment back and finished a speech that I've been worrying about since September, it finally became apparent. No emo rant from me though, I couldn't be any happier to be going to high school. I just really hope graduation night will be decent. A minimum of two awards I must get, or I might actually get kicked out of my house. D: I'm terrified for my music mark though. After the band bonus was eliminated for this term, I can't raise my mark, which is rapidly plummeting down after I failed the recent theory and playing tests. I just hope she'll be in a good mood when she writes my report card. If my music mark takes me off honour roll, I may actually go on a murderous rampage and kill her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm sure everyone's sick of hearing about Susan Boyle, but in case you haven't seen it, she performed in the semi-finals yesterday. She did a fantastic job IMO, the beginning was kind of shaky though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CmWCqIVQpEI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CmWCqIVQpEI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z208/floral_serenade/sillouette01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 113px;" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z208/floral_serenade/sillouettethumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing else to say. I haven't been doing any drawing lately, I've just been extremely uninspired. Here's a little 2 minute doodle for ya. Clicky clickyy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-1273918011109972524?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1273918011109972524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=1273918011109972524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/1273918011109972524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/1273918011109972524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/05/school-bgt.html' title='School, BGT.'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-929437194990489930</id><published>2009-05-17T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:38:17.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Cop and Taken</title><content type='html'>My cold is finally clearing up, yet my parents still insist that I take the meds. I guess they like it when I'm drugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw Kindergarten Cop and Taken yesterday--both great movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I obviously only chose Kindergarten Cop because Schwarzenegger was in it, but it really was a fantastic movie. The ending made me smile, and I usually don't like corny happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken was also superb, one of the only non-stop action films I've seen in a while, not to mention a very realistic plot about something that really happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both definitely must-sees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-929437194990489930?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/929437194990489930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=929437194990489930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/929437194990489930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/929437194990489930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/05/kindergarten-cop-and-taken.html' title='Kindergarten Cop and Taken'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-2785960282971289278</id><published>2009-05-03T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:13:21.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>I've spent over 200 bucks on movies in the past couple months. @_@ But at least it's not being spent on, say, WoW. :3 The theatre is where I resort to when I have sudden urges to get out of the house (Which is really often). I usually don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; want to see anything that's playing, but I make it seem like I desperately want to so people will pity me and go with me. I'm a sneaky bastard. x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are a certain bunch of movies I really&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;do want to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all the 09 movies I'm looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monster (??) - based on the mangaa :DD Johan better be fucking hot.&lt;br /&gt;Funny People (July) - looks hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Public Enemies (July) - Johnny Depp. Must-see by default.&lt;br /&gt;Inglourious Basterds (August) - WWII movies are always awsm.&lt;br /&gt;9 (September) - Fucking Tim Burton, guise. Tim Fuckin' Burton.&lt;br /&gt;Sorority Row (October)&lt;br /&gt;2012 (November) - I don't believe in any of this shit about an apocalypse in 2012, but it looks really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, not very many at all. I'm a very harsh critic for movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-2785960282971289278?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2785960282971289278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=2785960282971289278' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/2785960282971289278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/2785960282971289278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/05/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-3255492056409610321</id><published>2009-05-03T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:54:41.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>May 3, 2009</title><content type='html'>Ah, how I envy normal people with their normal sibling relationships. I'll be waiting for the next four years for that glorious day that I can finally get the fuck outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, what's with all you stupid little girls?&lt;br /&gt;"You're so sexy!!"&lt;br /&gt;"not as sexy as u!"&lt;br /&gt;"lies! ur soo hot ♥♥♥"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut the fuck up. We all know you both think you're better than the other party, and you're both just fishing for compliments. You worthless shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the topic of conceited fucktards, everybody who takes pictures of themselves in public restrooms clearly have an IQ lower than 14. Is that the only way you can find to look attractive? To put yourself in one of the most repulsive environments so you look good compared to the shit on that stall behind you? You're all pathetic. Can you not wait several hours to take pictures of yourself? Is it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hard to wait to show the world your ugliness? Dumbasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnd other than that, I really have nothing to say. Sundays are always very uneventful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-3255492056409610321?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3255492056409610321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=3255492056409610321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/3255492056409610321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/3255492056409610321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-3-2009.html' title='May 3, 2009'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-1749660256423260882</id><published>2009-05-02T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:00:34.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Updates'/><title type='text'>May 2, 2009</title><content type='html'>Today, I found out that typical guy FPS games are really as boring as they sound. How do you get entertained for hours off that? The world is bizarre. And VIVA busses are made of plastic and are scary as fuck. Damnit, public transit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, movie rant? Nah, not really. I had a very nice saturday date today, and saw Ghosts of Girlfriends Past. It wasn't terrible, not at all, but it wasn't great. Because if it was, I'd remember the storyline. It was a very mediocre typical comedy chick flick. Lots of cliches. There was a slight waterworks moment, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slight.&lt;/span&gt; I have yet to see Jennifer Garner in a truly spectacular film. It had a very predictable ending, like most chick flicks so I guess it should've been expected. I wish a good, sad romance movie like A Walk to Remember or The Notebook would be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, however, particularly looking forward to 9. Just because Tim Burton was involved in it. It gets released on September 9th, though (09/09/09, get it?). There is also another T.B. movie coming out around mid-2010. Alice in Wonderland Burton style? Yesplz. Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter as well. I can die happy after I see that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-1749660256423260882?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1749660256423260882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=1749660256423260882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/1749660256423260882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/1749660256423260882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-2-2009.html' title='May 2, 2009'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-6359453673929676071</id><published>2009-04-26T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:01:09.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lolstories'/><title type='text'>Clinton is falling in love with you the day he met you.</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is absolutely hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know Clinton, he is this dumbass in my class who is both a disgrace to Asians and black people. He's dumb, he's perverted, he has absolutely no common sense, and he thinks he's black. He's also in love with Tiffany the day he met her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://stfumarrieds.tumblr.com/post/100399961/anonymous"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 558px; height: 175px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/eDQpm1VFVmrqt2bzxBgvzQPwo1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1240884909&amp;amp;Signature=risMWMJOohPm%2B5VT7AhzcJqiBtw%3D" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stfumarrieds.tumblr.com/post/100399961/anonymous"&gt;On STFU, Marrieds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z208/floral_serenade/untitled.jpg"&gt;A Screenshot of his Facebook Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indieandyy.com/page/2"&gt;On another blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody other than me was also obviously sick of this dumbass, and sent it to STFU, Marrieds. Now every reader of those blogs plus mine also think he's a complete failure at life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-6359453673929676071?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6359453673929676071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=6359453673929676071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/6359453673929676071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/6359453673929676071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/clinton-is-falling-in-love-with-you-day.html' title='Clinton is falling in love with you the day he met you.'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-494506436910273534</id><published>2009-04-26T13:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:01:32.983-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Updates'/><title type='text'>Power Outage = Beer, burgers and pissing in ominous candlelight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTE:&lt;/span&gt; I started to write this last Sunday but kinda put off posting it 'till now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was friggin' amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday I went out with my boyfriend and one of his friends to see that new movie with Beyonce and Ali Larter (Tracy Strauss/Nikki/Jessica from Heroes!?), Obsessed. I won't go on a movie rant about that, because it wasn't really that bad. It wasn't good either, though. There was a bitchfight scene though, those are always awesome. I have more respect for Beyonce now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the movie I went to the other guy's house with them to watch them play their 360, and not 20 minutes into a game, the power went out. We were in a basement so it was..fucking dark. Pissing was scary too, and even more terrifying with the candlelight. The shadows on the walls were moving like in horror movies right before somebody died. For some reason we didn't leave the basement either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are friggin weird. For dinner, we were given a stack o' burgers and hotdogs, and after we were all relatively full, one of the guys started to pull the wieners out of the hot dog buns and chewing off the skins, leaving the actual meat in a napkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, power out = fridges aren't cold, meaning the beer was getting warm... and being there without any adults... well, you can guess what happened after that.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I didn't actually any more than half a bottle. :3 I drink responsibly! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;underage, but responsibly.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-494506436910273534?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/494506436910273534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=494506436910273534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/494506436910273534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/494506436910273534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/power-outage-beer-burgers-and-pissing.html' title='Power Outage = Beer, burgers and pissing in ominous candlelight.'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-3041322988569664308</id><published>2009-04-24T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:02:00.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Updates'/><title type='text'>Fresh New Layout for Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z208/floral_serenade/Crabappleblossom2007DSCN0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 159px;" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z208/floral_serenade/Crabappleblossom2007DSCN0005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. I'm kinda late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah! New layout that looks disgustingly cheerful. The banner is of some crab apple blossoms, the same ones that used to grow on my old crab apple tree where I used to live. They were gorgeous in Spring. You may also notice that everything is pink/green now, which has nothing to do with strawberry+kiwi, believe it or not, it's still such a cute colour combination though. x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally reschemed the Cbox and remade a lot of emotes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-3041322988569664308?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3041322988569664308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=3041322988569664308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/3041322988569664308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/3041322988569664308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/fresh-new-layout-for-spring.html' title='Fresh New Layout for Spring!'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-2004157111366931909</id><published>2009-04-23T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:02:18.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARGH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Shit'/><title type='text'>Apr. 23. 09</title><content type='html'>I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were concerts two nights in a row, and non-stop rehearsals this whole week. Blargghhh. I'm so glad it's over. My feet are still sore from those atrocious shoes I had no choice but to wear. I should really get some formal flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, other than that, today was just fine. No emo complaints from me...yet. This weekend is going to be beautiful, maybe I can start my run routine again. Tomorrow's high is like, 22°C, I'm so excited~ Going to be spending a lot of time outside of class as well! :D This week has been going by ever so slowly, but the workload was so light and class has been so easy. Not to mention other events that made this week a little brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm going to go on a high school rant now. My mom as you probably know forced me to apply to a catholic high school with a good repuatation. Well, I did it, expecting for there to be an interview and hoping I could express my atheism to encourage them to turn me down. Sadly, the interviewing process was eliminated and I got accepted based on my grades. My parents were so excited. I was mortified. High school will be one of the most stressful times of my life, and my dear loving parents want to top it off by sending me to a school flooded with Catholics? Good god. No pun intended. The only reason is because they think that the school's school bussing system will provide free transportation. Get. Fucking. Real. Those busses only go down to Stouffville. I mean, Catholics and Christians can be cool, as can atheists, Jews, Muslims (I have close friends of all major religious background), but they don't try to preach me about their beliefs. I mean, this school is going to take one period, out of four (excluding lunch, pshaw), of everyday for at least one semester of every year and just make me learn things I never believe happened! I'd be wasting twenty percent of my high school time being preached. I can use these 70 minutes for so much more. Sure, it has that slim chance of converting me, but if not, what will this knowledge of the bible do for me in life? Make me understand the opposite side more when engaging in religious debates? Get real. I can be using this period to take an extra science or math. Or maybe an advanced English class, but religion? Seriously? What's my resume gonna look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z208/floral_serenade/resume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 677px; height: 453px;" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z208/floral_serenade/resume.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fantastic. Offense not intended. Srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I didn't actually mind very much until I found out my boyfriend was going to the public school. blerrgh. *stupid* But yeah, the more I think about it, the better it is to go to BOSS. Sure it might not be very new and has some huge douchebags in it, but according to the new Secondary School rankings, &lt;a href="http://www.fraserinstitute.org/reportcards/schoolperformance/schooldisplay.aspx?id=ONS933346"&gt;BOSS is 14/718&lt;/a&gt; (throughout Ontario). For a 2 year old school, that's pretty amazing. An overall ranking of 9.2/10? Yeahh. Brother Andre actually placed way lower than I would've expected, I shit you not, &lt;a href="http://www.fraserinstitute.org/reportcards/schoolperformance/schooldisplay.aspx?id=ONS691356"&gt;161/718&lt;/a&gt;. They wanted me to go to this school, which costs like, 200 bucks to be in, not including the orientation trip and uniform. The other option was Markville SS, &lt;a href="http://www.fraserinstitute.org/reportcards/schoolperformance/schooldisplay.aspx?id=ONS924849"&gt;71&lt;/a&gt;, not bad, although I still don't understand why someone would want to go there over the more practical option. PET, the AP-offering French emersion school ranked like, 5th, which is pretty amazing, but considering the trouble the one guy in the school went through to get into it..blah. And I totally would have applied for the Arts York program at Unionville High (6th) if I had thought that bussing was an option at the time. *stupid*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still going to BOSS, though.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm excited for high school. x3 And I'm getting sick of my banner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-2004157111366931909?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2004157111366931909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=2004157111366931909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/2004157111366931909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/2004157111366931909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/apr-23-09.html' title='Apr. 23. 09'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-8141940991350991935</id><published>2009-04-21T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:01:53.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sketches'/><title type='text'>Whoa. Real update: Apr. 21 09</title><content type='html'>Sorry for that emo post earlier, t'was emotionally overwhelmed. I'm okay now, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today SUCKED. Really, really hard. To start the day, my mom's year-old car broke down and will take thousands to fix, they're not very happy about that. They'll be really bitchy for the next little while, with the recession and my dad being laid off. Ughh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at the last second, the concert band at school (which I am a part of) was informed that our dress rehearsal would be today in the afternoon, and it just so happened that it was the only day that I left my clarinet thinger at home. Oof. Nobody was at home to bring it to school, either. So our band director decided to be cruel and make me sit up there with the rest of the ensemble while they played. I didn't mind, actually. I probably looked really stupid though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next complaint I'll have to explain. It's quite a YDI, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so on our breaks, sometimes I hang around this part of the wall that dents in, with a door and window. I was leaning against a window, and was just having fun and not being rational. There was a little kid on the other side of the window. I banged on the glass and basically, hit on him in the least seductive way possible. He was SCARED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, everytime we passed by in the hallway after that, he would give me this terrifed face, and just to play along, I'd put on my raepface. It was funny, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this poor kid ended up being forced into band as our drummer because our old one quit and he was the only other person who knew how to keep a rhythm. So today, some of our lower brass players "informed me" that this kid &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; liked me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I, I had nothing to do at home, so I sat here and just overthought things. Decided my boyfriend would be the victim of my bitchy whines and complaints. *points at last entry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the economy finally bit my family's ass, I got stuck with my band ensemble while they played, effectively humiliating me, found out a 6th grader was in love with me, and I was a total bitch on every level. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However! On the bright side, I did cheer up after that random breakdown, and I also finished my &lt;a href="http://aurorelle.deviantart.com/art/Realism-Experiment-01-120080611"&gt;realism experiment&lt;/a&gt;, whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://aurorelle.deviantart.com/art/Realism-Experiment-01-120080611"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 271px;" src="http://th07.deviantart.com/fs43/300W/f/2009/111/8/4/Realism_Experiment_01_by_aurorelle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-8141940991350991935?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8141940991350991935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=8141940991350991935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/8141940991350991935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/8141940991350991935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/whoa-real-update-apr-21-09.html' title='Whoa. Real update: Apr. 21 09'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-3594746977885786714</id><published>2009-04-19T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:02:05.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sketches'/><title type='text'>Once upon a dull Sunday night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z208/floral_serenade/girlwip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SewMQ1e_tRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-TnPnuH17wE/s200/realismgirlwip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326645942646977810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, it's not actually Sunday. It's 1:29AM Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a lot to say right now, so I'm just gonna go ahead and spill it all out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, my latest project is looking pretty good so far, my first real attempt at a digital realism painting. It actually started out as a hair experiment. After that turned out surprisingly nice, I decided to finish it. Here's what I've got so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty proud of it. I love the hair and eye. I can't seem to get the other eye right though. Blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z208/floral_serenade/Picture26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z208/floral_serenade/Picture26thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I haven't mentioned this before because I'm stupid, but I streaked my hair red a couple months ago, and it looked like this (left) until a couple weeks ago, when I decided to get it straightened. They call it "Thermal Reconditioning", which is basically applying a thick layer of this chemical straightening product and leaving me under this torture hat for 30 minutes (The product burns like hell... plus the heat of the torture thing was burning my scalp and the heat was making me dizzy), washing it out, straightening my hair with a super hot flat iron to the scalp (the hairdresser guy burnt my ear/scalp like 6 times), totally straightening and flattening (and frying) it out. Then they go and apply ANOTHER thick layer of that product and leave me under the torture hat for another 30 minutes before finally washing it out and finishing up. This took about...5 hours, maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made my hair extremely flat, and for the first 3 days my hair was literally draping over my head like a wet cloth, it was so damned flat. A friend of mine shared my hate for the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z208/floral_serenade/Picture37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z208/floral_serenade/Picture37thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; flatness and gave me a couple tips on how to poof it back up, and now it looks great. However, the chemical product would act as a bleach or lightener or whatever, and totally ruin my streaks, turning them into this awful brownish dull orange colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it's not extremely bold. However, it's a good thing the colouring product I used did not require bleaching my hair first, or else it probably would have turned this disgusting yellow-y colour. Eek. I can probably just wait and just wash it out. It's already starting to get pretty dull, so a couple more washes will probably get it down a couple more shades. I need to red&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lorealparisusa.com/_us/_en/external/images/products/large/HCo4_4_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 262px;" src="http://www.lorealparisusa.com/_us/_en/external/images/products/large/HCo4_4_large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o the color-job now, because it's hideous right now. I was thinking about doing some crazy colour. I've always wanted to try doing a sleek dark blue on my hair, but my parents would never approve of that. Red is always a safe option, but I want to try something new. I was thinking about purple, a nice fuschia colour. The product I used to colour my hair red was called Colour Rays in Red Rays by L'Oreal which I got great, bold results with, and they also have a nice fushcia colour in that same line. I love the colour, so I think I'm going to try that next. I also stumbled across another &lt;a href="http://www.journeytofamily.com/2009/03/evolution-of-purple-streak.html"&gt;blog, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.journeytofamily.com/2009/03/evolution-of-purple-streak.html"&gt;Journey To Family&lt;/a&gt; where Julie, the author of the blog showed the process of getting a purple streak professionally. I looked at those pictures and saw how they clipped up her hair and streaked that bottom layer, and thought "why the hell didn't I think of that?" So I think I'm going to try doing that. I won't be doing anything to my hair until at least May though. Partially because my sister will be back at her res at university and won't be there to judge and be a bitch (the only things she's good at) about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might also want to just bleach two random pieces from the bottom layer and use temporary dyes of random colours and just dye it a different colour every time the last one washed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. God, why aren't I tired at almost 3AM?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-3594746977885786714?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3594746977885786714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=3594746977885786714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/3594746977885786714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/3594746977885786714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/once-upon-dull-sunday-night.html' title='Once upon a dull Sunday night'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SewMQ1e_tRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-TnPnuH17wE/s72-c/realismgirlwip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-6613217288887799128</id><published>2009-04-17T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:05:57.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes and fun stuff'/><title type='text'>List of Well Known 21st Century Movies</title><content type='html'>If you've seen over 85 films, you have no life.&lt;br /&gt;Mark the ones you've seen.&lt;br /&gt;There are 238 films on this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) The Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;( ) Another Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;( ) Step Up&lt;br /&gt;( ) Step Up 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) High School Musical&lt;br /&gt;( ) High School Musical 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) High School Musical 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Enchanted&lt;br /&gt;(2) Sydney White&lt;br /&gt;( ) She's the Man&lt;br /&gt;(3) Licensed to Wed&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Break-up&lt;br /&gt;(4) 13 going on 30&lt;br /&gt;(5) 27 Dresses&lt;br /&gt;(6) P.S. I Love You&lt;br /&gt;(7) Made of Honour&lt;br /&gt;( ) What Happens in Vegas&lt;br /&gt;( ) Get Smart&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;( ) Camp Rock&lt;br /&gt;( ) Wild Child&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ella Enchanted&lt;br /&gt;(8) The Princess Diaries&lt;br /&gt;(9) The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement&lt;br /&gt;(10) 50 First Dates&lt;br /&gt;(11) The Lizzie McGuire Movie&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hotel For Dogs&lt;br /&gt;(12) Just Married&lt;br /&gt;(13) Freaky Friday&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Hot Chick&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sleepover&lt;br /&gt;( ) Confessions Of a Shopaholic&lt;br /&gt;(14) Twilight&lt;br /&gt;(15) Nancy Drew&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Devil Wears Prada :D&lt;br /&gt;(16) No Reservations&lt;br /&gt;(17) The Perfect Man&lt;br /&gt;( ) Australia&lt;br /&gt;( ) Never Been Kissed&lt;br /&gt;(18) Yes Man&lt;br /&gt;(19) Bedtime Stories&lt;br /&gt;(20) The Pink Panther&lt;br /&gt;(21) The Pink Panther 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Marley &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cheetah Girls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cheetah Girls 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bratz&lt;br /&gt;(22) Haunted Mansion&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mall Cop&lt;br /&gt;(23) The 40-year-old virgin&lt;br /&gt;( ) Night in the Museum&lt;br /&gt;(24) Evan Almighty&lt;br /&gt;(25) Bruce Almighty&lt;br /&gt;(26) White Chicks&lt;br /&gt;(27) Neverending Story&lt;br /&gt;(28) Meet the Spartans&lt;br /&gt;( ) Meet the Parents&lt;br /&gt;(29) Meet the Fockers&lt;br /&gt;(30) Scream&lt;br /&gt;(31) Scream 2&lt;br /&gt;(32) Scream 3&lt;br /&gt;(33) Scary Movie&lt;br /&gt;(34) Scary Movie 2&lt;br /&gt;(35) Scary Movie 3&lt;br /&gt;(36) Scary Movie 4&lt;br /&gt;(37) American Pie&lt;br /&gt;(38) American Pie 2&lt;br /&gt;(39) American Pie Band Camp&lt;br /&gt;(40) Harry Potter 1: The Sorcerer’s Stone            &lt;br /&gt;(41) Harry Potter 2: The Secret Chamber&lt;br /&gt;(42) Harry Potter 3: Prisoner of Azkaban&lt;br /&gt;(43) Harry Potter 4: Goblet of Fire&lt;br /&gt;(44) Harry Potter 5: Order of Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;(45) Lord of the Rings Fellowship of the Ring&lt;br /&gt;(46) Lord of the Rings The Two Towers&lt;br /&gt;(47) Lord of the Rings Return Of the King&lt;br /&gt;(48) Chronicles Of Narnia: The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;(49) Chronicles Of Narnia: Prince Caspian&lt;br /&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark&lt;br /&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom&lt;br /&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade&lt;br /&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull&lt;br /&gt;(50) The Mummy&lt;br /&gt;(51) The Mummy 2&lt;br /&gt;(53) The Mummy 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Journey to the Center of Earth&lt;br /&gt;( ) City of Ember&lt;br /&gt;(54) Finding Neverland&lt;br /&gt;(55) Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;(56) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest&lt;br /&gt;(57) Pirates of the Caribbean 3: At World's end&lt;br /&gt;( ) X-Men&lt;br /&gt;( ) X-2&lt;br /&gt;( ) X-3&lt;br /&gt;(58) Spider-Man&lt;br /&gt;(59) Spider-Man 2&lt;br /&gt;(60) Spider Man 3&lt;br /&gt;(61) King Kong&lt;br /&gt;(62) Hellboy&lt;br /&gt;(63) Star Wars Ep. I The Phantom Menace&lt;br /&gt;(64) Star Wars Ep. II Attack of the Clones&lt;br /&gt;(65) Star Wars Ep. III Revenge of the Sith&lt;br /&gt;(66) Star Wars Ep. IV A New Hope&lt;br /&gt;(67) Star Wars Ep. V The Empire Strikes Back&lt;br /&gt;(68) Star Wars Ep. VI Return of the Jedi I&lt;br /&gt;(69) Underdog&lt;br /&gt;(70) A Series Of Unfortunate Events&lt;br /&gt;(71) Batman Returns&lt;br /&gt;(72) Batman - The Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;(73) The Matrix&lt;br /&gt;(74) The Matrix Reloaded&lt;br /&gt;(75) The Matrix Revolutions&lt;br /&gt;(76) Terminator&lt;br /&gt;(77) Terminator 2&lt;br /&gt;(78) Terminator 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ocean's Eleven&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ocean's Twelve&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ocean’s Thirteen&lt;br /&gt;( ) Casino Royale 007&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bourne Identity&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bourne Supremecy&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bourne Ultimatum&lt;br /&gt;(79) Underworld&lt;br /&gt;(80) Butterfly Effect&lt;br /&gt;(81) Death Note&lt;br /&gt;(82) Death Note 2&lt;br /&gt;(83) Death Note 3&lt;br /&gt;(84) Resident Evil 1&lt;br /&gt;(85) Resident Evil 2&lt;br /&gt;(86) I, Robot&lt;br /&gt;(87) Rush Hour&lt;br /&gt;(88 ) Rush Hour 2&lt;br /&gt;(89) Rush Hour 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mission Impossible 1&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mission Impossible 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mission Impossible 3&lt;br /&gt;(90) I am Legend&lt;br /&gt;(91) Predator I&lt;br /&gt;(92) Predator II&lt;br /&gt;(93) Signs&lt;br /&gt;(94) Saw&lt;br /&gt;(95) Saw II&lt;br /&gt;(96) Saw III&lt;br /&gt;(97) Saw IV&lt;br /&gt;(98) Saw V&lt;br /&gt;(99) The Grinch&lt;br /&gt;(100) Texas Chainsaw Massacre&lt;br /&gt;(101) Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;(102) The Ring&lt;br /&gt;(103) The Ring 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Final Destination&lt;br /&gt;( ) Final Destination 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Final Destination 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ghost Ship&lt;br /&gt;( ) From Hell&lt;br /&gt;( ) Child's Play&lt;br /&gt;( ) Seed of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bride of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gothika&lt;br /&gt;(104) Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;br /&gt;(105) The Grudge&lt;br /&gt;(106) The Grudge 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Haunted Apartment&lt;br /&gt;( ) Siren&lt;br /&gt;(107) Silent Hill&lt;br /&gt;(108) The Mask&lt;br /&gt;(109) Son Of The Mask&lt;br /&gt;( ) Alone&lt;br /&gt;(110) Omen&lt;br /&gt;( ) House Of Wax&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Eye&lt;br /&gt;(  ) The Eye 2&lt;br /&gt;(110) Shutter&lt;br /&gt;( ) When the Stranger calls&lt;br /&gt;(111) The Fog&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Orphanage&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Skulls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) House of 1000 Corpses&lt;br /&gt;(112) Lilo &amp;amp; Stitch&lt;br /&gt;(113) Ice Age&lt;br /&gt;(114) Ice Age 2: The Meltdown&lt;br /&gt;(115) Madagascar&lt;br /&gt;(116) Madagascar 2&lt;br /&gt;(117) Kung Fu Panda&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bolt&lt;br /&gt;(118) Wall-E        i think i  watched itt wit nela&amp;amp; ahdeee&lt;br /&gt;(119) Monsters Inc&lt;br /&gt;(120) Shark Tale&lt;br /&gt;(121) Shrek&lt;br /&gt;(122) Shrek 2&lt;br /&gt;(123) Shrek 3&lt;br /&gt;(124) Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;(125) ET&lt;br /&gt;(126) Cars&lt;br /&gt;(127) Ratatouille&lt;br /&gt;(128) Toy Story&lt;br /&gt;(129) Toy Story 2&lt;br /&gt;(130) The Incredibles&lt;br /&gt;(131) Little Miss Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;(132) I Am Sam&lt;br /&gt;(133) The Day After Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;( ) Coach Carter.&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Last Dance&lt;br /&gt;(134) To Kill A Mocking Bird&lt;br /&gt;( ) Conrack&lt;br /&gt;( ) Midnight Sun&lt;br /&gt;(135) Little Black Book&lt;br /&gt;( ) Rwanda Genocide&lt;br /&gt;(136) Ten Things I Hate About You&lt;br /&gt;(137) Titanic&lt;br /&gt;(138) Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet&lt;br /&gt;(139) Frankenstein&lt;br /&gt;(140) A Midsummer Night's Dream&lt;br /&gt;(141) How to lose a guy in 10 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 141? How embarassing. I'm thinking I've seen at the very least 300. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-6613217288887799128?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6613217288887799128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=6613217288887799128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/6613217288887799128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/6613217288887799128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/list-of-well-known-21st-century-movies.html' title='List of Well Known 21st Century Movies'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-5650336418646287123</id><published>2009-04-17T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:06:33.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Features'/><title type='text'>Feature: Portrait of Me?!</title><content type='html'>So my dear friend, &lt;a href="http://mafface.blogspot.com/"&gt;LeMaffin &lt;/a&gt;decided she would draw this gorgeous portrait of one of my old Myspace profile pictures. I just got around to showing it off. Check it; It's only a picture taken with a camera since her scanner died, but she said she would send me this via snailmail for my birthday, so I'll try to scan it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lemaffin.deviantart.com/art/the-vibrant-118998685"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://th07.deviantart.com/fs45/150/i/2009/102/2/3/the_vibrant_by_LeMaffin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: She entered this into their local fair and it won like, three ribbons, including Grand Champion. Grats Maffy! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, despite my horoscopes telling me my day would be a disaster, it's been a great Friday. I'm listening to my whole music library on iTunes right now, and most of these songs are super old and they bring back memories. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-5650336418646287123?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5650336418646287123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=5650336418646287123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/5650336418646287123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/5650336418646287123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/feature-portrait-of-me.html' title='Feature: Portrait of Me?!'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-6564528602354915576</id><published>2009-04-07T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:07:57.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARGH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Phishing scam or another stupid Microsoft fuckup?</title><content type='html'>Windows Live(TM) Messenger Service Staff says (7:40 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p id="iNotAllowedText"&gt;Important service announcement: As part of a recent system enhancement, we need you to change your e-mail address to continue signing in to the Windows Live(TM) Messenger Service.&lt;br /&gt;To ensure that your access is not blocked and to learn more, go to &lt;a class="redirurl" rel="nofollow" href="http://support.microsoft.com/gp/Messenger/en"&gt;http://support.microsoft.com/gp/Messenger/en&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="iNotAllowedText"&gt;...What the FUCK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="iNotAllowedText"&gt;This IM was sent to me just a couple minutes ago via IM. Suspicious. Of course, at first I dismissed it as a regular MSN virus spreading itself. However, this one looked interesting, so I looked into it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="iNotAllowedText"&gt;The sender's name was "Windows Live (TM) Messenger Service Staff. Its email address was an @microsoft.com address. Now microsoft.com has this domain reserved for these purposes so it looked fairly legit, right? So I took the chances and clicked the link. It was, after all, on the microsoft.com domain, again. (I'm quite gullible!) The page looked like a regular Microsoft FAQ page, no downloads/ads/suspicious stuff. It wants my to change my email.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="iNotAllowedText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHANGE. MY. FUCKING. EMAIL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="iNotAllowedText"&gt;Anyway, I followed the link that page provided out of curiosity (I had no intention of actually changing anything until I found out wtf was going on)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="iNotAllowedText"&gt;"                         Your Windows Live ID can't be changed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;" class="NotAllowed Hide" id="iNotAllowed"&gt;                         &lt;p id="iNotAllowedText"&gt;Your Windows Live ID can't be changed at this time."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="iNotAllowedText"&gt;Yeah. Good job, Microsoft. Good. Fucking. Job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="iNotAllowedText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="iNotAllowedText"&gt;Of course, I did my fair share of research on this, and it seems that these IMs haven't been being shot out since recently (the past hour or so). On on that subject, how professional is it to send something as important as this seems through an IM? In the shape and fashion of a good ol' virus scam, too. Had to be creative, huh? Why not just an e-mail or something? That might seem a little more legit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="iNotAllowedText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="iNotAllowedText"&gt;This seems like something Apple plotted to make people switch over to Macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="iNotAllowedText"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://billdunlap.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/facepalm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://billdunlap.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/facepalm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="iNotAllowedText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="iNotAllowedText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;NOTICE/EDIT&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="iNotAllowedText"&gt;&lt;a href="http://windowslivewire.spaces.live.com/blog/cns%212F7EB29B42641D59%2137886.entry"&gt;They seem to have realized their error and published a measly blog post to notify the lucky few who stumble across it that they fucked up.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="iNotAllowedText"&gt;Way to go! Stirred up hundreds (if not thousands) of people and wrote an unofficial blog post on a blog that nobody bothers to read apologizing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="iNotAllowedText"&gt;Oh well. Nobody's perfect--but somebody got fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-6564528602354915576?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6564528602354915576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=6564528602354915576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/6564528602354915576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/6564528602354915576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuck-you.html' title='Phishing scam or another stupid Microsoft fuckup?'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-3304206820851451031</id><published>2009-04-01T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:23:13.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>I am a Macbook Air. compact, light-weight, dysfunctional.</title><content type='html'>A little problem with the electricity occurred here today. I was at a friend's when my mother frantically called me home. Of course, I hadn't been aware of this power outage because the house I was in did have their power, so I go home, only to find that,&lt;br /&gt;a) There was no food.&lt;br /&gt;b) I was called back so I could sit in the dark and do absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the power was only out for about an hour and a half until, out of sheer bad luck, while I was standing underneath a fire alarm, it all comes back. Meaning the fire alarm resets and goes off, going crazy and sending ear shattering screeches into my brain. My hearing is still slightly fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, what the fuck was up with that Conficker virus threat thing? When my mom called me this morning to warn me not to do anything especially stupid, I thought she was just a victim of a very bad April Fool's joke. Anyway, I looked it up at school and found some pretty interesting stuff. How to avoid it..what it does...but not one of these stupid articles said anything about how  millions of people got this thing. I didn't get any virus. None of my friends did. Now if none of my friends did, you gotta be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really damn stupid&lt;/span&gt; to have gotten infected. Of course, I still stand firmly that there was no e-plague, and this was all a very, very bad April Fool's gag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a small razor burn cut on my knee over four hours ago and it's still bleeding. MRSA anyone? T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanted to update this since I hadn't gotten to it in a while. And yes, I got my computer back. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-3304206820851451031?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3304206820851451031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=3304206820851451031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/3304206820851451031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/3304206820851451031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-macbook-air-compact-light-weight.html' title='I am a Macbook Air. compact, light-weight, dysfunctional.'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-8295529308852032822</id><published>2009-03-14T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:23:32.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lolstories'/><title type='text'>Spring Break, etc</title><content type='html'>As the title suggests, I'm getting my computer back tonight, hopefully. :D Somebody woke me up this morning and told me that the dude who was fixing it wanted to ask me some questions, so I called him. Being half asleep, this is how the conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I just need to ask you a few questions."&lt;br /&gt;"mm...kay..."&lt;br /&gt;"What OS were you using? XP or Vista?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm...98..."&lt;br /&gt;"....seriously?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm...no...99..."&lt;br /&gt;"There's no 99."&lt;br /&gt;"2000?"&lt;br /&gt;"You used Windows 2000?"&lt;br /&gt;"..Wait..what was the question?"&lt;br /&gt;"...What OS did you use before you brought your computer in?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, XP."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping he didn't get angry enough to give me 98. Or 2000. Or Vista. *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TsCq7ie4mYo/RhIEH1DsFxI/AAAAAAAAWaQ/P-bHjGGAgYM/s400/VistaJoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TsCq7ie4mYo/RhIEH1DsFxI/AAAAAAAAWaQ/P-bHjGGAgYM/s400/VistaJoke.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, March Break (Spring break, for all you Americans. Our spring isn't here yet. D:) just started and I can already tell it's going to be an interesting one. I went out with my family today, and during the car ride to the restaurant, I saw a cop. Now, this wouldn't be quite as interesting if he wasn't on roller-blades. Chasing after a car. A speeding car. The funniest thing is, the car slowed down to see why he was being chased by a rollerblader, only to be fined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also spotted a pair of Americans (Could tell by their New York license plate) that parked next to us at the mall, and we walked behind them, as we were headed to Walmart as well. Well, luckily we didn't follow them closely, or else we would've walked into a window as well. The McD's window, too. Talk about a walking stereotype.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-8295529308852032822?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8295529308852032822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=8295529308852032822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/8295529308852032822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/8295529308852032822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break-etc.html' title='Spring Break, etc'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TsCq7ie4mYo/RhIEH1DsFxI/AAAAAAAAWaQ/P-bHjGGAgYM/s72-c/VistaJoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-5631200038595415294</id><published>2009-03-08T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:23:49.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Shit'/><title type='text'>Untitled-01</title><content type='html'>I miss my PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's taking it to get repaired today by a family friend who happens to be a computer tech (Like...all our family friends are.). I kinda doubt he'll fix it because it needs a new power supply, and only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; dad is enough of a pushover to give somebody something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I'm excited though, I can't wait to start scanning some of the things I've drawn traditionally, and start doing more digital work too. I also wanna install a new MMO that I might start playing with a friend. Wheee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've tried out some new recipes and confirmed that they are delish. 8D [Yes, I bake.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honey Cake&lt;/span&gt; (From Winnie the Pooh greeting card)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 C. flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 tbs. cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1 tbs. baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C. shortening&lt;br /&gt;1 C. white sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 eggs&lt;br /&gt;3/4 C. honey&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp. orange zest&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C. plumped raisins&lt;br /&gt;1 C. black coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a large mixing bowl, sift flour, baking soda, cinnamon and baking powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a separate bowl, cream together shortening and sugar. Gradually add the eggs one at a time, alternately with the honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wet mixture, add dry ingredients alternately with the coffee. Do not overbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fold in zest and raisins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour batter into greased 10" tube pan and bake for 1hr at 325°F or until a toothpick comes out clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool 30 minutes, and remove from pan to cool completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apple Oatmeal Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 C. all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. ground nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C. shortening&lt;br /&gt;3/4 C. white sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 C. rolled oats&lt;br /&gt;1 C. diced and peeled apples&lt;br /&gt;1 C. chopped walnuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350°F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a large bowl, cream together shortening and sugar. Beat in eggs until well blended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sift flour, baking powder, cinnamon, nutmeg and salt; stir into sugar mixture until well blended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fold in walnuts, apples and oats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop dough by spoonfuls of about 2" onto ungreased baking sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake for 12-15m, cool on wire racks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-5631200038595415294?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5631200038595415294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=5631200038595415294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/5631200038595415294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/5631200038595415294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/untitled-01.html' title='Untitled-01'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-8175416204333828883</id><published>2009-03-01T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:52:24.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMPORTANT READS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>IMPORTANT NOTICE: Bitchiness</title><content type='html'>Ookay...so apparently linking to one of my posts has gotten a lot of people to read my blog...always great to have new readers, but these are like, people MY age. Oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so here's the rules. Read my blog, follow the rules. Otherwise I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; kill you, and sing. Bwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't quote one of my confessions from my 100 confessions and ask "is this true?!?!" Yes, it's fucking true, Captain Obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't want to hear about anything I post on my blogs IRL. I know what I wrote, moron, I know better than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'd appreciate it if you don't link my blog to people either I don't know or people I'm not on good/friendly/close terms with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It's been less than a week and frankly I'm sick of people talking about my 100 confessions post, so drop it, okay? Be satisfied with the knowledge you gained, okay? (It feels nice to learn something, doesn't it? You twit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The next time somebody asks me what my blog is about, I'm going to kill a bunny. It's a personal fuckin' blog, get it? Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-8175416204333828883?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8175416204333828883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=8175416204333828883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/8175416204333828883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/8175416204333828883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/important-notice-bitchiness.html' title='IMPORTANT NOTICE: Bitchiness'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-4179138226748549205</id><published>2009-02-28T21:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:52:59.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Shit'/><title type='text'>Lengthening the night...pushing back the dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/angular_momentum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 386px;" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/angular_momentum.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.xkcd.com/"&gt;xkcd&lt;/a&gt; comic is one the sweetest and most brilliant things I have ever read. Sweet without cliche; that's hard to come by nowadays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-4179138226748549205?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4179138226748549205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=4179138226748549205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/4179138226748549205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/4179138226748549205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/lengthening-nightpushing-back-dawn.html' title='Lengthening the night...pushing back the dawn'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-8964719949387670584</id><published>2009-02-20T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:26:40.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMPORTANT READS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes and fun stuff'/><title type='text'>Confession Stand</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys. Removed because people are stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-8964719949387670584?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8964719949387670584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=8964719949387670584' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/8964719949387670584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/8964719949387670584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/confession-stand.html' title='Confession Stand'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-5740243422338727633</id><published>2009-02-15T14:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:51:38.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lolstories'/><title type='text'>A story of crabs</title><content type='html'>So, I have indefinite proof that my parents think I'm a complete retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start, some background info: I am Chinese-Canadian (In case you didn't know...) and about 5 years ago, during a vacation trip to China with my family, I was extremely sensitive about eating animals that had been freshly slaughtered by a family member (chickens in particular), and my parents would always try to trick me into thinking it was bought dead. They remember this. However, I've gotten much less sensitive and bitchy about it over the years (as I try to be realistic). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, Chinese supermarkets often sell live crabs so you can have it fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TL;DR version: i r ex-PETA bitch/tree hugr n chinkz r inhumane 2 crabz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so my parents went to buy groceries while I was getting my haircut today, and when we got home I noticed there was a live crab in the sink (They usually die on their own after being left there for a while). A few hours later, I walk into the kitchen and see my father trying to pry the shell of the crab off.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Is it alive?"&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "No no no, it's dead already."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "But...it's moving..."&lt;br /&gt;(Its legs are scrambling and its claws are flailing around)&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "No, no it's not." *starts banging it against the table*&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I don't really care, y'know."&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Oh. Well it's alive then."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Huh, not anymore."&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Actually, it usually doesn't die until we cook it."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "WHAT! HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF SOMEBODY DID THAT TO YOU?!"&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "It's dead."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-5740243422338727633?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5740243422338727633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=5740243422338727633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/5740243422338727633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/5740243422338727633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-crabs.html' title='A story of crabs'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-7998387971429758652</id><published>2009-02-13T19:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:35:24.042-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Shit'/><title type='text'>A red hot ceramic plate.</title><content type='html'>« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:41 PM):&lt;br /&gt;you know what i'd like to see?&lt;br /&gt;im 14 so obey &gt;:0 says (10:41 PM):&lt;br /&gt;wot&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:41 PM):&lt;br /&gt;a ceramic plate being heated up so dangerously that it turns fucking red hot&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:41 PM):&lt;br /&gt;and if you touch it the skin on your fingers fucking disintagrate&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:42 PM):&lt;br /&gt;and its like a trickling effect and the rest of your hand starts to go into burning PAIN too and while you scream for help your fucking asshole friends bring you a bowl of salt and theyre like HAY STICK IT IN HERE IT'LL HELP&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:43 PM):&lt;br /&gt;so because you're in such a state of bewilderness you listen to that assbag and you dunk your now half disintagrated hand into the bowl of salt&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:43 PM):&lt;br /&gt;and you pull it out and start screaming at dog pitch levels&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:43 PM):&lt;br /&gt;and you're still in too fucking much pain to kill the guy so you run around and you see a lemon&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:44 PM):&lt;br /&gt;and BECAUSE you're in such a state of bewilderness you see a lemon and automatically think REFRESHING so you take the lemon juice from the fridge and release all its JUICY GOODNESS onto your bloody, burning hand&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:45 PM):&lt;br /&gt;and now you're really in pain as your salty, slightly marinated hand is now SIZZLING AND BURNING AS IT SLOWLY DETERIORATES TO YOUR WRIST&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:45 PM):&lt;br /&gt;and now you having nothing left but a fucking arm so now you start running around screaming in pain&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:45 PM):&lt;br /&gt;and your mother who is now extremely annoyed calls a doctor who, after hearing your pitchy squeals on the phone agrees to make a house call&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:46 PM):&lt;br /&gt;upon arrival, he duct tapes your mouth shut and examines what's left of your arm&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:46 PM):&lt;br /&gt;which, is just about a stub from the elbow up&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:46 PM):&lt;br /&gt;and he says ah! and he takes out his cleaning swabs&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:46 PM):&lt;br /&gt;and as you struggle to get the alcohol away from your raw. bleeding flesh&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:46 PM):&lt;br /&gt;he straps you onto the chair so now you're in a real fucking vulnerable position&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:47 PM):&lt;br /&gt;and he slowly, ever so slowly dabs the alcohol swab on your wound&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:47 PM):&lt;br /&gt;now you're screaming so fucking loudly that your mouth cavity actually opens up to such an unimaginable, unhuman size that the duct tape actually slowly peels off&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:47 PM):&lt;br /&gt;and now the doctor and your mom arent disturbed anymore&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:48 PM):&lt;br /&gt;but the local dogs are squealing in pain as your pitches start to form cracks in the glass in your display cabinet&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:48 PM):&lt;br /&gt;and now your mom notices that her swarovski swan's head is starting to fall off so she sticks a shoe in your mouth and screams SHUT UP YOU'RE RUINING MY CRYSTALS&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:49 PM):&lt;br /&gt;and now, gagged with a shoe in your mouth and your arm now completely gone and your shoulder starting to chip away&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:49 PM):&lt;br /&gt;the doctor finally sighs and walks over to your mother&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:49 PM):&lt;br /&gt;he shakes his head and leaves&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:49 PM):&lt;br /&gt;your mom, now angry at the world just jumps out the first story window and runs away &lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:50 PM):&lt;br /&gt;and now you're gagged with half a shoulder and no left arm and there are salt particles in your raw flesh and alcohol stinging your eyes for some reason and just then your friend comes over&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:50 PM):&lt;br /&gt;and he says hey, shut the fuck up and lets go party!&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:50 PM):&lt;br /&gt;and you stop screaming.&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:50 PM):&lt;br /&gt;your half shoulder starts to relax&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:50 PM):&lt;br /&gt;the shoe falls out of your mouth&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:51 PM):&lt;br /&gt;and your friend cuts the straps and with the duct tape still hanging off the side of your cheek&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:51 PM):&lt;br /&gt;you nod and get into his car.&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:51 PM):&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:51 PM):&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have a hot dog to eat. brb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-7998387971429758652?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7998387971429758652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=7998387971429758652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/7998387971429758652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/7998387971429758652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/red-hot-ceramic-plate.html' title='A red hot ceramic plate.'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-7622758399401039240</id><published>2009-01-17T14:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:50:52.152-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Movie rant, the norm. :D</title><content type='html'>Do not see The Unborn. EVER. Seriously. Shittiest movie ever. @_@; Not worth the money, but I didn't pay so. :P It's freaky though, good choice if you want an excuse to publicly molest your boyfriend. Or girlfriend, depending how much of pussy you want to make yourself look. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Unborn is simply a bad movie. The beginning was already ruined by the lightheartedness of the audience, and then they give you a dog with a creepy mask. People actually laughed out loud. When you're trying to scare people, that's not a good sign. If you're Dane Cook, however, it'd be like, a lifetime accomplishment. This movie has no storyline. Seriously, it's too dumb to be called one. A creepy dog with a mask, a glove, a dead girl and a background story about Nazi experiments that have no significance to the plot whatsoever! I mean, if you died and you decide to just wake up again and start being evil, do you actually get mad at your sister for killing you (again)? Dumb. Shit. And in the end she got pregnant with twins. And it ended. If there's no sequel then that's just an unacceptable ending. Even if there was, it's still a terrible way to end a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie should have stayed unborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, don't pay to watch Bedtime Stories either. It's just a terrible movie no matter which way you look at it. Everybody who has seen it hates it as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, guys, you should really start reading signs. Can I make myself any more obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.terminally-incoherent.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/facepalm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-7622758399401039240?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7622758399401039240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=7622758399401039240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/7622758399401039240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/7622758399401039240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/movie-rant-norm-d.html' title='Movie rant, the norm. :D'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-8626122543964676103</id><published>2008-12-25T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:51:43.513-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Shit'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>SDFafjlffwalef;awe *gained 15lbs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bluurp. Merry Christmas nooblays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-8626122543964676103?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8626122543964676103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=8626122543964676103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/8626122543964676103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/8626122543964676103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-7271413985446722645</id><published>2008-12-21T23:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:51:58.205-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Shit'/><title type='text'>His penis shattered my world</title><content type='html'>I just read an article on xkcd's blag about some phrases that had no hits on Google. "His penis shattered my world" was one of them--I was shocked for a full 30 seconds. How is it possible that nobody on the intertubez has mentioned that? Woowwies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-7271413985446722645?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7271413985446722645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=7271413985446722645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/7271413985446722645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/7271413985446722645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/his-penis-shattered-my-world.html' title='His penis shattered my world'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-3483466234090779031</id><published>2008-12-15T19:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:53:46.502-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monthly Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Shit'/><title type='text'>Christmas Update~!</title><content type='html'>Yayy! Merry Christmas, stalkers. Don't go "OMG ITS HAPPY HOLIDAYS NOW OMG WTFBBQ" 'cuz merry Christmas sounds better. I'm an atheist and I'm not offended so you have no right to be offended either. Dickwads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the new Christmassy green+red layout will stay 'til probably a week after Christmas, if, that is, if I'm not lazy enough. Credits to &lt;a href="http://semota.deviantart.com/"&gt;semota&lt;/a&gt; for the awesome photo used in the banner. Permission was not requested so I didn't bother, but credits are always due~ *good girl*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Anyway. I'm done. Carry on with your lives, m'underlings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-3483466234090779031?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3483466234090779031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=3483466234090779031' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/3483466234090779031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/3483466234090779031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-update.html' title='Christmas Update~!'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-1701848279684626488</id><published>2008-12-08T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:32:16.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weather outside is frightful~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the fire is so delightful   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And since we've no place to go   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It doesn't show signs of stopping   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I've bought some corn for popping   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The lights are turned way down low   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we finally kiss goodnight   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I'll hate going out in the storm!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But if you'll really hold me tight   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the way home I'll be warm   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The fire is slowly dying   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And, my dear, we're still goodbying   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But as long as you love me so   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baaaahhhhhh. Get it out of my heeeaaaaaaddddd! ;__;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Christmas is around the corner and I'm losing time to PERFECT my gingerbread. *sigh* I hope my mother doesn't try to make turkey herself again. O_O;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got a clue on what to buy people for Christmas at alllll. Suggestions plz. *defeated*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something for Painty, Sharon, Josie, Ma, Pa, my sister and Mafface. *sigh* I'm clueless for the guys. All of them. ;_; My sister is too picky and conservative to be grateful for anything other than money, and my Mom just isn't capable of appreciating. ~_~;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, besides the holidays shitz (Oh god, the government schemes have gotten me D:::), I'm now officially, temporarily obsessed with Tamaki from Ouran Koukou Host Club. :( Tamaki is so damn cute. Especially how fucking clueless he is. Aiiii *fangirl squeal* I'm eagerly awaiting the 14th volume of the manga to come out, and praying that they'll make a second season. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST SCENE EVAR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z208/floral_serenade/tamaki_blush.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z208/floral_serenade/tamaki_blush.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I took like 30 seconds to make a gif. Sue me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, actually, shoot me please. ;_;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-1701848279684626488?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1701848279684626488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=1701848279684626488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/1701848279684626488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/1701848279684626488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/weather-outside-is-frightful.html' title='The weather outside is frightful~'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-5432536644982079767</id><published>2008-12-04T19:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:18:59.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pachabel</title><content type='html'>I have Pachabel's one-hit-wonder song stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-5432536644982079767?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5432536644982079767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=5432536644982079767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/5432536644982079767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/5432536644982079767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/pachabel.html' title='Pachabel'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-16530804575522651</id><published>2008-12-01T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:21:36.472-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes and fun stuff'/><title type='text'>Double Feature: Mini-rant+Memething</title><content type='html'>Fuck you Andre. If I was in my senses at the time I would have beaten your little brains into the pavement. Some people just need to grow a bit of common sense. Just a pittance, nothing big. Fuck, common sense should be fucking renamed to suit these fuckmothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've been keeping my rant-mode off. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for a meme, stolen off Facebook, obsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick 8 random friends you feel comfortable around. (including yourself for number 4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Josie&lt;br /&gt;2-Sharon&lt;br /&gt;3-Mafffffffin&lt;br /&gt;4-Tracy&lt;br /&gt;5-Bwush &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;6-Diana&lt;br /&gt;7-Email?!&lt;br /&gt;8-Melanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These eight people you just picked are stuck in a house with you for a whole year. There is no leaving the house at all until the year is completely up. If you had to choose a person for every question below, write down which person it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are four rooms, who would be in each room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-room 1 - Me, Maffin and Sharon since they know no one 8D&lt;br /&gt;-room 2 - Josie, Diana, Melanie&lt;br /&gt;-room 3 - Email&lt;br /&gt;-room 4 - Paint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was someone singing in the morning who would it most likely be? Sharon.&lt;br /&gt;If someone was considered the dad and the mom of the house, who would it be? ...Paint. Or Email...since they're..old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted candy really badly and all of the 7 in the house had some, who would you take it from? Josie. Just cuz she fights back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If two people were caught making out in a closet who would it be? Maffin and me &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone had to watch you brush your teeth (every) morning, who would it be? Maffin. She'd say something like "NOT BRUSHING YOUR TEETH IS A SIN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was two bags of chips bought at the store, but 20 minutes later they are gone. Who ate them? Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would hate being in the house the most ? Paint. He's too anti-social to be there with no one he knows. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone took (brand spanking new) pair of socks that were never worn, who is the thief? DIANA. LIKE THE TIME SHE STOLE MY ERASER D:&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone swept all the dirt under the rug, who was it? Josie~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was arguments in the house, who would be the ones arguing? Paint and everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would be the one missing there boyfriend/girlfriend that wasn’t in the house with them? Maffin. Only cuz she's the only person with a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked down stairs in the middle of the night for a glass of water, someone is dancing on the table in their Leopard Thong, who is the crazy one? Emil imo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pillow fight broke through, who started it? Josie. Fo sho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a marathon of your favorite tv show, what is it? and who would be watching it with you? Heroes! And like, Sharon/Maff and Email prolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone made a fort in the laundry room, who was the kid? Melanie+Diana while they made their fucked up animal noises. /facewall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a prankster in the house that put plastic on the two toilets in the house, who are the pranksters? MEMEMEE and Sharon. Obsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The musics too loud, who turned it up? Paint and I--Everyone else would evacuate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a mouse crawling on the floor all over the house,&lt;br /&gt;a)who is the first one to scream? Melanie.&lt;br /&gt;b)and who is the one to jump in someone's arms? EMIL.&lt;br /&gt;c)Who would be the one to kill it? Jonny &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someones crying, who is it and what happened? Sharon, cuz she broke up AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who made pancakes in the morning and almost caught the house on fire? ._.; Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who gets sick of each other the fastest in the house? Me. Cept Paint is there so its okay.&lt;br /&gt;Someones tanning on the roof who is it? Emil..&lt;br /&gt;Who is the tallest in the house? Emil. Tall motherfucker.&lt;br /&gt;Who is the shortest in the house? ...Me. .____.&lt;br /&gt;Who is the loudest? Melanie+Diana&lt;br /&gt;Who is the clown? Mafface&lt;br /&gt;Who is the most respectful? ME OF COURSE.&lt;br /&gt;Who is the one you go to talk to the most? Josie+Maff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the one that always comes up with stupid ideas? Diana. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whos in bed first? Depends, who's on top?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone woke everyone up with pots and pans who would it be? Diana 8DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is always dancing? Melanie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone has the same sweater as you, so you get mad at them and who is it? Josie x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You split ice all over the kitchen floor, who would be the one to slip on it first? Josie. Yuss--Splat. I'd have to pry her off the ground. Fun fun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-16530804575522651?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/16530804575522651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=16530804575522651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/16530804575522651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/16530804575522651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/double-feature-mini-rantmemething.html' title='Double Feature: Mini-rant+Memething'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-773895288501431231</id><published>2008-11-19T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:27:48.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game of Life</title><content type='html'>I have my whole life planned out. Why do I have my whole life planned out? Is it because my subconscience is telling me that I have no life ahead of me, and it'll be dull and pointless? Should I even expect anything more than what I have? Call me emo and shit, but I'm sure someone who isn't even in her freshman year couldn't possibly have her life, up to death planned out. Sure, shit will go wrong and unexpected, but my philosophy has always been: Humanity exists to survive, reproduce, develop and eventually cease to exist. It's as if we're toys to something greater than anything humanity can understand. The cross on my neck is not influencing my thoughts at all. I still refuse to believe there is a higher power out there. We are all test subjects; experiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not being emo. STFU Q.Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, here's the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Daily Fail Tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cheehee, what a witty name rite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:49 PM) - « λ υ я ο я α: ...would you like a sock for christmas then?&lt;br /&gt;(9:50 PM) PaintBrush: .....&lt;br /&gt;(9:50 PM) PaintBrush: a sock.&lt;br /&gt;(9:52 PM) PaintBrush: then I get the sock and make it a sock puppet and entertain some children with cancer in a hospital with it,. and 5 years later one of them is a teenager and comes find me to tell me my performance SAVED HIS LIFE cause the laughter cured him, and from then on I dedicate my life to making sock puppets for sick children and Hollywood makes it into an uber sappy movie and I kill myself because I real&lt;br /&gt;(9:52 PM) PaintBrush: realize what I sellout I've become.&lt;br /&gt;(9:53 PM) - « λ υ я ο я α: ....&lt;br /&gt;(9:53 PM) - « λ υ я ο я α: ...&lt;br /&gt;(9:53 PM) - « λ υ я ο я α: ...i meant&lt;br /&gt;(9:53 PM) PaintBrush: Yeah, give me a sock.&lt;br /&gt;(9:53 PM) PaintBrush:&lt;br /&gt;(9:53 PM) - « λ υ я ο я α: using it to masturbate.&lt;br /&gt;(9:53 PM) PaintBrush: .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-773895288501431231?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/773895288501431231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=773895288501431231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/773895288501431231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/773895288501431231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/game-of-life.html' title='The Game of Life'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-7872236143876781365</id><published>2008-11-10T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:03:09.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you do if...?</title><content type='html'>Just a fun little survey. Do eet or die kthx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You found a flattened dead raccoon on your porch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The man/woman of you dreams suddenly appears in your room while you're sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You return to your home, only to find it in ruins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Somebody randomly walked into your house and lived in it like it was theirs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Somebody breaks into your car and steals the steering wheel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. There was a puppy that you don't own under your couch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You find 20 bucks on the ground and saw who dropped it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You find your favourite sweater torn into pieces in your dresser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your mom who lives halfway around the world calls you and asks you to open a pickle jar for her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The person you love has a second life as a ninja turtle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply as a comment~! Yes I wrote this shit. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-7872236143876781365?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7872236143876781365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=7872236143876781365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/7872236143876781365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/7872236143876781365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-would-you-do-if.html' title='What would you do if...?'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-148045530087269417</id><published>2008-11-09T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:17:49.607-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monthly Updates'/><title type='text'>November: Update</title><content type='html'>I finally figured out what the instance reset timer does. *shoots self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov. Reading List - This shit never changes--I like to advertise, stfu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://requiem.seraph-inn.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://requiem.seraph-inn.com/images/banner200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Read this 'cause Jonas is sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2kinds.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2kinds.com/images/twokinds_200x40_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Who doesn't love fuzzy pr0nz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/a&gt; - Amazing stuff, updates every Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/"&gt;xkcd&lt;/a&gt; - Just pure win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/"&gt;Cyanide and Happiness&lt;/a&gt; - Good ol' fashioned randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov. Monthly To-Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan out Christmas spendings/gifts. ;_;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Master a traditional Gingerbread man recipe. .____.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find where pi repeats.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Assassinate Fred Phelps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Successfully mutilate Kan with my adorableness 'til he dies of a seizure. Or has a traumatic attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish HS applications. Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm to unaccomplished to have any more on this list. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov. Playlist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switchfoot - Dare You to Move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monthly Featured Content:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wen-m.deviantart.com/art/Anima-A-kiss-in-the-rain-33113123"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SRejK8ATcLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Z8I39nwqQEI/s400/novfeatured01-thumbnail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266857697534505138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Wen-M on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;DeviantArt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a romantic, steamy piece. I don't care if it's official artwork, it's cute. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://significantother.deviantart.com/art/Winter-Stream-4286588"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SRekdpy7ydI/AAAAAAAAABE/I1N_A4ZxLhE/s400/novfeatured02_thumbnail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266859118575733202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By significantother, also on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;DeviantArt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the image featured in my winter-themed banner. Brilliant shot and concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-TracyL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-148045530087269417?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/148045530087269417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=148045530087269417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/148045530087269417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/148045530087269417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-update.html' title='November: Update'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SRejK8ATcLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Z8I39nwqQEI/s72-c/novfeatured01-thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-8786589844525138171</id><published>2008-11-05T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:15:18.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Shit'/><title type='text'>Once you go black, we're outta Iraq.</title><content type='html'>Yay Obama won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No further comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Yay, new banner/colour scheme. Stay warm, twits, niggers and squares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-8786589844525138171?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8786589844525138171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=8786589844525138171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/8786589844525138171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/8786589844525138171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/once-you-go-black-were-outta-iraq.html' title='Once you go black, we&apos;re outta Iraq.'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-1465903131894909939</id><published>2008-11-03T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:47:04.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>kagjw34atiru2q3hawkhrfakl Fuck you all.</title><content type='html'>But especially, if I had to name one, a single lifeless pretentious cocksucking motherfucker it would be Fred Phelps. Of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; person I hate, which is a whole-fuckin'-lot, I'd have to say this motherfucker is the worst of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD HATES FAGS GOD HATES FAGS- Well, sir, why don't you be the greater man and point a gun to that obviously empty skull of yours and make god happy? You stupid little cock munching piece of shit. America alone is full of stupid, insignificant and awful people, but Phelps, oh for the love of all being just please, please die. You think you're smart. You idiot. There is not a single..no, there is no amount of words that can sum up to you, you cocksucking prick. Oh yes, I just insulted you with a British term. BITE THAT BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about George Carlin-- Oh you think that was witty. Oh, it was witty alright. I had a few cracks at it myself. If George Carlin is in hell, then sign me up too. I'm sure if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; going to heaven, it's no place I want to be anywhere near. Not that you are, God wouldn't want a piece of shit anywhere near him either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Seriously, just..go die. No one likes you. You put your fellow Americans and Christians to shame. You little piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-1465903131894909939?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1465903131894909939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=1465903131894909939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/1465903131894909939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/1465903131894909939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/kagjw34atiru2q3hawkhrfakl-fuck-you-all.html' title='kagjw34atiru2q3hawkhrfakl Fuck you all.'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-3016362181509486609</id><published>2008-10-24T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T00:02:11.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes and fun stuff'/><title type='text'>Update+Random vajaja meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit:&lt;/span&gt; I had a nice rant written out but blogger decided they'd cut half of it out, so I got rid of it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. It snowed. In October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT SNOWED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN OCTOBER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm actually not that surprised, considering the shit these people do to my damn planet. So there goes my slutty Halloween costume. :( But! I have an excuse to be an Eskimo now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to be an Eskimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, this was the original post before I decided to ehm..add to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know why I do these. I guess it's just fun finding things out about yourself that you never notice. Really long Vajaja meme. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you sleep in your bra?: No. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you kissed any one on your top list? ..wut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you happy with your looks?: Satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you enjoy drama?: Drama llama can suck my dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you a girly girl?: What's a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was the last person you hugged?: No idea. Josie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Small or large purses?: Small. I don't need to carry my house around, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you short?: I'm asian, shut up. D:&lt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I do wear make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have cried at a movie theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can put mascara on without opening my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I get jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I think Johnny Depp is sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like death/grind/black metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(c)&lt;/span&gt;rap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like techno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I carry a purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’d be lost without my computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own a Spice Girls CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own a Britney Spears CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own a boy band CD. -Who the fuck buys CDs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I get bored watching football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've never been called a spoiled brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Guys are confusing. - Guys are assholes. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been called a bad influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My friends are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a piercing other then my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on ladies, be truthful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What color is your bra that your wearing?&lt;br /&gt;What bra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you prefer light or dark haired guys?&lt;br /&gt;Dark. Or a fire crotch, they're hot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you currently frustrated with a &lt;s&gt;boy&lt;/s&gt; man?&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;If I really had to order them, sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;I do the heart breaking, doh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever thought of having plastic surgery?&lt;br /&gt;I like my face 100% flesh and blood, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you like your life?&lt;br /&gt;I prefer it over yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Where are your best friends?&lt;br /&gt;Probably sleeping, fucking pansies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Has one of your friends ever stolen a boyfriend from you?&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriends aren't worth stealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you ever jumped in the pool with your clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;I'm retarded, fo sho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you have more friends that are girls or boys?&lt;br /&gt;Guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How long have you had myspace?&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever slapped a boy in the face?&lt;br /&gt;Being the sadistic evil bitch I am, yes. I enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What are your biggest fears?&lt;br /&gt;Clowns. Above all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Now, why would I do that? Would ruin the point of trying to sleep, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever not been able to get someone off of your mind?&lt;br /&gt;That bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you believe in the saying “once a cheater, always a cheater"?&lt;br /&gt;What! That's stupid. I stopped writing my spelling answers on my desk yeaaaars ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you call or text more?&lt;br /&gt;Neither. blolol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is the first message in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just emptied it. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What is the last message in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you ever wish you were famous?&lt;br /&gt;No. But I'd love to be infamous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are you currently missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS GUY OR THAT GUY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cowboy or gangster?&lt;br /&gt;Cowboy. Inherit his horse and kill him. &lt;3&gt;&lt;span&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Eyeliner or Mascara?&lt;br /&gt;Unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Louis vuttion or dooney &amp;amp; bourke?&lt;br /&gt;Neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. American eagle or Hollister?&lt;br /&gt;AE, just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Pumps or flats?&lt;br /&gt;Pumps. I'm short, k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Skirts or pants?&lt;br /&gt;Pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Socks or leggings?&lt;br /&gt;The former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Hoodies or Jackets?&lt;br /&gt;Cold country is cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Heels or sneakers?&lt;br /&gt;Heels, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Straight or curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;Depends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Hoop or dangling earrings?&lt;br /&gt;Dangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. White or black?&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Victoria’s secret or bath and body works?&lt;br /&gt;Soap&gt;slutwear, kthx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Smoothies or lattes?&lt;br /&gt;Mocha latte, XL plz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Diet or regular sodas?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fat enough to qualify for diet coke. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Water or daiquiris?&lt;br /&gt;The fuck do you compare those? Daiquiris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Pearls or diamonds?&lt;br /&gt;Neither, but on a ring, diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Vintage or boho?&lt;br /&gt;Vintage Victorian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Mary-Kate or Ashley Olsen?&lt;br /&gt;...Do I look retarded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Lindsay or Hilary?&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Friends or family ?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Lip gloss or lip stick?&lt;br /&gt;Neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Manicure or pedicures?&lt;br /&gt;My toes don't show 89% of the time, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Tank tops or beaters?&lt;br /&gt;Beaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Tiffany’s or Chanel?&lt;br /&gt;No jewelery please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Love or peace?&lt;br /&gt;Peace is for the delusional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Sunglasses or purses?&lt;br /&gt;Neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN A GUY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny or Serious?&lt;br /&gt;ysosrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute or Hot?&lt;br /&gt;Hrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark Eyes or Light Eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Hair or Short Hair?&lt;br /&gt;Short, unless they're Alexi. *wishes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curly Hair or Straight Hair?&lt;br /&gt;Depends, most guys fit between anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Dancer or Good Singer?&lt;br /&gt;Leprechaun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball Player or Football Player?&lt;br /&gt;Sports are for faggots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoker or Non-smoker?&lt;br /&gt;Well, my standards don't go below "fucking genius", so clearly, the smarter choice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk or Sober?&lt;br /&gt;Sober, usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Druggie or clean?&lt;br /&gt;Read the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motorcycle or Has a Sports Car?&lt;br /&gt;Neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beard/Mustache or Clean-shaven?&lt;br /&gt;Depends, depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Player or Loyal?&lt;br /&gt;.../facepalm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad or Nice?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these questions are so fucking ridiculous, I want punch the author in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this was from the answers I wrote over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Drunk or Sober?&lt;br /&gt;neitherr&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lol'd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEMO:&lt;/span&gt; I plan on making a new banner and revamping my whole blog soon for the winter. Bye bye, pretty bloody chess pieces. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-3016362181509486609?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3016362181509486609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=3016362181509486609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/3016362181509486609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/3016362181509486609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-vajaja-survey.html' title='Update+Random vajaja meme'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-1236401219650381254</id><published>2008-10-22T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:48:16.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Shit'/><title type='text'>Update for Sharon.</title><content type='html'>She called me a bitch. *offended*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaah. I'm fucked up. Roy Thompson Hall today, watched some boring ass concert. The only thing really interesting there was the superior amount of hot white high school guys. *__* But, being the fucked up little shit I am, I didn't pay much attention to them. I spent my time staring at one of their TEACHERS. Probably in his mid twenties or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was fucking hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, someone called my name and ran off outside the hall. To whoever that is: Fuck you. Now I'm sitting here wondering who the hell recognized me in a mob of secondary school students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I need to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;andemail'sbeingajerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-1236401219650381254?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1236401219650381254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=1236401219650381254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/1236401219650381254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/1236401219650381254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/update-for-sharon.html' title='Update for Sharon.'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-8312548976359604301</id><published>2008-10-07T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:20:17.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monthly Updates'/><title type='text'>October: Update</title><content type='html'>Somebody is downloading porn and I'm at like, 2000ms. /wrist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a link to this blog on my Facebook page, a couple forums and on my MSN PM. So for once, as many people I know IRL as I do online read my blog-zomg. So just as a warning to you little kiddies, there'll be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fair&lt;/span&gt;(ly large) amount of swearing and cursing and rather gory themes on this page. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reader discretion is advised&lt;/span&gt;. And just so you guys know, most of my angry, cynical rants are done with a smile and during a cheerful mood. I rant for fun, and not out of rage. So no, I'm not the angry asshole emo kid I sound like. I blog for the sake of blogging, and by no means is this a tool to get attention. I already get too much attention for my comfort (and that's very, very little). This is my little space to use as a public diary, and fuck you if you think it's screwed up. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause so's your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto more important matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct. Reading List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://requiem.seraph-inn.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://requiem.seraph-inn.com/images/banner200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Read this 'cause Jonas is sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2kinds.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2kinds.com/images/twokinds_200x40_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Who doesn't love fuzzy pr0nz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/a&gt; - Amazing stuff, updates every Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/"&gt;xkcd&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/"&gt;Cyanide and Happiness&lt;/a&gt; - Good ol' fashioned randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct. Monthly To-Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy new Halloween shirt/blouse/whatever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Novel study- Aah. Q_Q&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Deposit munnies to debit&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give Sharon her clip...or $1.15&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ew. I just grabbed a mosquito in my hand and I had to wash it off. Eek.&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend BestBuy giftcard!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy new cellphone earphones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More Special K plz.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy Maffin her stupid present&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mail it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct. Playlist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay - Viva la Vida&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay - Lost!&lt;br /&gt;Children of Bodom - Children of Decadence&lt;br /&gt;Andrew W.K - She is Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Kent - Hur Jag Fick Dig Att Älska Mi&lt;br /&gt;Children of Bodom - Lake Bodom&lt;br /&gt;Kent - Ingenting&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Manson - This is Halloween&lt;br /&gt;Children of Bodom - In Your Face&lt;br /&gt;The Fray - Trust Me&lt;br /&gt;Killswitch Engage - Rose of Sharyn&lt;br /&gt;Sonata Arctica - Victoria's Secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah. I'm done. *drags self to bed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-8312548976359604301?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8312548976359604301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=8312548976359604301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/8312548976359604301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/8312548976359604301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-update.html' title='October: Update'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-6904121228075503337</id><published>2008-10-07T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:26:29.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes and fun stuff'/><title type='text'>I have PMS and a gun.</title><content type='html'>I sense a week of blood and QQing very soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I'm just being especially bitchy and you're being especially dickwad-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a hug. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a shitload of stuff to do and I'm not going to do them. INSTEAD I'M GONNA WRITE A MAD LIB INSTEAD. :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear -Last person to comment on your blog-,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought this over, and I think -1-. I really hope you understand, but -2- recently made me aware that -3-. I never thought I'd have to say this, but -4- and I can't wait for you to -5-. Also, I saw you -6- and it just -7- thinking about it. Also, I left your -8- -9-, but I'm keeping your pet -10-, -11-. I hope this -12-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-13-,&lt;br /&gt;Your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. -14-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;Red- We have too many differences&lt;br /&gt;Blue- You're an ass.&lt;br /&gt;Green- It's not going to work.&lt;br /&gt;Yellow- You're homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;Pink- I saw you sleeping with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;Black- You're ugly.&lt;br /&gt;White- This friendship is over.&lt;br /&gt;Other-  Your phone number is too hard to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When's your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;January - My mom&lt;br /&gt;February - My dad&lt;br /&gt;March - My oldest brother&lt;br /&gt;April - Your slutty sister&lt;br /&gt;May - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;June - Your sexy cousin&lt;br /&gt;July - That one mailman&lt;br /&gt;August - That Englishman over there&lt;br /&gt;September - My grade 6 teacher&lt;br /&gt;October - Your spiritual adviser&lt;br /&gt;November - The voices&lt;br /&gt;December - Your ugly neighbour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How many people live in your household right now?&lt;br /&gt;1- You dissected my pet rock&lt;br /&gt;2- Your dog took a piss on my lawn&lt;br /&gt;3- You fucked my gardener&lt;br /&gt;4- You cut down my cherry tree&lt;br /&gt;5- My pet gerbil is currently in your bathtub&lt;br /&gt;6- You cheated during that last Poker game we had&lt;br /&gt;More- You sold my panties on eBay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What kind of pets do you have? (Only choose one)&lt;br /&gt;Cat- It's over&lt;br /&gt;Dog- You're a jerk&lt;br /&gt;Hamster- It was never meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Rabbit- I never liked you&lt;br /&gt;Snake- I hope you burn&lt;br /&gt;Fish- Fuck you&lt;br /&gt;Other- My mom told me not to trust you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's your favourite type of food?&lt;br /&gt;Chinese- Die&lt;br /&gt;Japanese- Go on vacation in Spain&lt;br /&gt;Indian- Get fired&lt;br /&gt;French- Retire&lt;br /&gt;Italian- Cook me dinner&lt;br /&gt;Mexican- Go home&lt;br /&gt;American- Try my homemade apple pie&lt;br /&gt;Other- Make bead jewelery with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What time is it right now?&lt;br /&gt;1:00-2:59- Making out with my chickens&lt;br /&gt;3:00-4:59- Sleeping on my trampoline.&lt;br /&gt;5:00-6:59- Eating a pencil&lt;br /&gt;7:00-8:59- Playing with my LEGO blocks&lt;br /&gt;9:00-10:59- Eating from my trashcan&lt;br /&gt;11:00-12:59- Sitting on my dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;5-8- Frightens me&lt;br /&gt;9-12- Makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;13-16- Pisses me off&lt;br /&gt;17-20- Makes me burst out in spasms of laughter&lt;br /&gt;21-24- Makes me want to cry&lt;br /&gt;25-28- Send shivers down my spine&lt;br /&gt;29+- Makes me want to eat a lawn chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What does your first name start with?&lt;br /&gt;A-B- Porn collection&lt;br /&gt;C-D- Ring&lt;br /&gt;E-F- Antique flute&lt;br /&gt;G-H- Transparent purple dildo&lt;br /&gt;I-J- Empty wallet&lt;br /&gt;K-L- Pink-and-white pony doll&lt;br /&gt;M-N- Fuzzy handcuffs&lt;br /&gt;O-P- Naked pictures&lt;br /&gt;Q-R- Paint set&lt;br /&gt;S-T- Maple syrup candy&lt;br /&gt;U-V- Pet gerbil&lt;br /&gt;W-X- Letters&lt;br /&gt;Y-Z- RuneScape login information&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's your favourite drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water- on your doorstep&lt;br /&gt;Soda- in your refrigerator&lt;br /&gt;Juice- your window sill&lt;br /&gt;Hot Cocoa- on your fence&lt;br /&gt;Milk- in your mailbox&lt;br /&gt;Other- in your e-mail inbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What kind of music do you like?&lt;br /&gt;Rock- Cat&lt;br /&gt;Pop- Dog&lt;br /&gt;Rap- Rock&lt;br /&gt;R&amp;amp;B- Hamster&lt;br /&gt;Metal- Prostitute&lt;br /&gt;Blues- Snake&lt;br /&gt;Classical- Alligator&lt;br /&gt;Jazz- Sister&lt;br /&gt;Other- Maneating sunflower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What kind of cellphone do you own?&lt;br /&gt;Sony- Doraemon&lt;br /&gt;Nokia- Abraham Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;Motorola- Bin Laden&lt;br /&gt;Blackberry- Jackie Chan&lt;br /&gt;LG- Kat Von D.&lt;br /&gt;None- Hillary Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Other- George Washington Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's your favourite cake flavour?&lt;br /&gt;Plain- Offends you&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla- Isn't too much of a shock&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate- Gives you a hard-on&lt;br /&gt;Coffee- Kills you&lt;br /&gt;Cheese- Makes you feel warm and fuzzy&lt;br /&gt;Fruit- Brings you to tears&lt;br /&gt;Other- Gives you a stroke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. First letter of last name?&lt;br /&gt;A-B- Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;C-D- Truly yours&lt;br /&gt;E-F- Go die&lt;br /&gt;G-H- Burn in hell&lt;br /&gt;I-J- I hope you realize your obsession for Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;K-L- Bite me&lt;br /&gt;M-N- Fuck you&lt;br /&gt;O-P- Go drown&lt;br /&gt;Q-R- I love you&lt;br /&gt;S-T- Don't write back&lt;br /&gt;U-V- Bye for now&lt;br /&gt;W-X- I hate you&lt;br /&gt;Y-Z- Not missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Candy?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate- I'm pregnant&lt;br /&gt;Gumballs- You still owe me 25 dollars&lt;br /&gt;Twizzlers- This is not a joke&lt;br /&gt;Jawbreakers- I really did sleep with your sister&lt;br /&gt;Smarties- I eat children for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Skittles- I ran over your dog on the way to work today&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;amp;Ms- No, we can't just be friends.&lt;br /&gt;Other- I hate your in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMPLE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear akira,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought this over, and I think we have too many differences. I really hope you understand, but your slutty sister recently made me aware that you sold my panties on eBay. I never thought I'd have to say this, but it's over and I can't wait for you to cook me dinner. Also, I saw you playing with my LEGO blocks and it just makes me smile thinking about it. Also, I left your maple syrup candy on your fence, but I'm keeping your pet prostitute, Doraemon. I hope this gives you a hard-on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bite me,&lt;br /&gt;Tracy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm pregnant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-6904121228075503337?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6904121228075503337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=6904121228075503337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/6904121228075503337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/6904121228075503337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-pms-and-gun.html' title='I have PMS and a gun.'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-6225525877376954581</id><published>2008-10-05T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:08:20.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Yo, yo, in da hook!</title><content type='html'>Fuck you. Fuck you stupid little pieces of shit who decided to corrupt my fucking language with your stupid ass &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slang&lt;/span&gt;. There is nothing that pisses me off more than some bitch who runs around saying "wuzzup ma homiez?!". Fuck you, take your head out of your fucking little asshole and realize that you are not a "gangster", you're not "cool" and you're a fucking retard! Learn fucking English before I shove this bottle up your ass while skinning your forearm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all you fucking reTaRDs tHaT tYpE leIk DiZzz: Fuck you, too. I hope you die in a burning barn while being fucked in the ass by a horse. Not only do you look like an uneducated retard, you're making it a complete pain in my non existent balls to read. You're only making it harder for yourself, and your recipent, whoever that poor bastard is. Why would you take 30 more minutes to type out a sentence that could easily be typed in 15 seconds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Once you've started to read this, you cannot stop. I am Mary, a girl with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blue eyes&lt;/span&gt;, no nose, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no eyes&lt;/span&gt;, no mouth and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black eyes&lt;/span&gt;. Pass this on or you will die at midnight "  &lt;/span&gt;No you're not, you're some 10-year-old in grade 2 Special Ed who doesn't know shit about the world. And no, I won't die at midnight. There is absolutely no sense in chainmails. And now, I will go on to list every type of typical chainmail there is while bashing them into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am ___ and I will kill you at ____ if you don't pass this onto __ people": Oh yeah, a serial killer is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; going to hunt you down at midnight because you didn't pass on a retarded chainletter written by an illiterate rabid retard. Most commonly found on YouTube comments and MySpace bulletins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Facebook/MSN/Hotmail/Myspace/etc is shutting down/going to charge a fee! Send this on so you can use it for free/keep it up!": This is the worst. MSN is definitely going to shut down, leaving its hundreds of millions of users and cutting the millions of dollars they make from it. Use some common sense! Not only do most of these not have any proof whatsoever, but you have to "send it on" to keep it free and running? Fuck that! I bet they hate chainletters as much as any normal person does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus died for us and if you don't send this on you have no heart.": Fuck you, fuck you so hard. First of all, I know I have no heart. I'm a fucking atheist so I'm heartless and evil by default, right? Jesus can bend down and suck my non-existent dick for all I care. By the way, Jesus doesn't fucking care about a chainletter. In fact, if there is some invisible man out there watching my every move, I pray that he strikes you down one of his bolts of awesomeness. Religion is the biggest piece of bullshit in the world, and like George Carlin (RIP, you brilliant asshole.) said, the funniest part of it is that it actually has people convinced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Send this on and your crush will kiss you! If you don't, you'll have bad luck for 12418401 years!": Oh okay. First of all, I'd be fucking surprised if a chainletter could bring someone from  middle of Europe to give me a kiss. The stupidity of these are just so intense that I can't even explain it without bursting into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who fits under one of the categories I've ranted about here deserves to be tied to the back of a truck on a freeway going at 130km/H and have rubbing alcohol poured into their wounds and eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~TracyL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-6225525877376954581?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6225525877376954581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=6225525877376954581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/6225525877376954581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/6225525877376954581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/yo-yo-in-da-hook.html' title='Yo, yo, in da hook!'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-340526265684225953</id><published>2008-10-03T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:57:00.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Society, Humanity: Don't make me laugh.</title><content type='html'>School is fun. I'm a great, straight A-honour roll student, and they cannot possibly expect I'm actually fucking learning something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;. I mean seriously, I would be in high school already if they weren't denying my brilliance! Most of the stuff they teach nowadays is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;common fucking logic&lt;/span&gt;. It doesn't take a genius to figure out some simple algebra. America != Canada, please stop dragging my country's averages down and move to where you fucking belong, retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides that, a part of school I'm not so gifted in- the actual kids. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JONAS BROTHERS ARE SO HOT! OMFG! I'M GOING TO MARRY THEM ONE DAY!! &lt;/span&gt;Shut the fuck up. No they're not, no you're not. What you morons don't fucking realize is that you're a tool. A tool for Disney to reap your money and lives. They pick some poor, little kids off the street, put a load of makeup on them and record them reciting a poem some poor drunkard wrote. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's not music&lt;/span&gt;. Disney is sitting there, laughing while some spoiled little fags reap in millions of dollars for them. Stupid, fucking...GRAWRRASFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So like the other day I like totally went to the mall and I like bought a new shirt from Hollister!&lt;/span&gt; And then you didn't have enough money for a bus ticket home. They say the homo sapien is the smartest thing alive. I beg to differ. How smart is it to buy a pair of pants for $60 that was most likely made by some poor kid half across the world who probably lost a few fingers in the process and made a penny out of it? Damn people these days don't realize they're all idiots for following these "trends", a.k.a money reaping schemes targetted at the stubborn, idiotic children? If I ever have kids, god forbid, and they ask me one day for something because "everyone else has it" I will beat it's ass and throw it out. I'm a horrible person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that bothers me to no end are those shameless little pieces of shit who go around offering tits for quarter. Hey, I had to get dressed in the morning, and so do you. To be honest, I hate feminists as much as whores, but this is ridiculous. Everytime I see a shirt at a store that is clearly supposed to be extremely revealing and obviously targetting the, what I like to call, Pussycat Dolls wannabes, I spit whatever I have in my mouth on the inside of the shirt chest. Whether it's gum (my favourite), my precious double chocolate chip frappuccino or just simply my saliva.  Quit exploiting your fat body, most people don't want to see that shit anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done. For now. Expect more. *fingers break off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~TracyL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-340526265684225953?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/340526265684225953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=340526265684225953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/340526265684225953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/340526265684225953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/society-humanity-dont-make-me-laugh.html' title='Society, Humanity: Don&apos;t make me laugh.'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5818528352694949792.post-3579928799899867086</id><published>2008-10-03T17:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:55:06.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMPORTANT READS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arrival'/><title type='text'>Operation: Rant hole</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my blag. I've recently moved from Livejournal because of their lack of freedom with customization, and this place looks pretty cool, so I'll give it a shot. I'd normally transfer all my shit here, but I think I'll start anew. I'll be using this space mostly for ranting and QQing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, for those of you who can't google, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iratus&lt;/span&gt; is Latin for 'wrath'. If you follow my blog you'll find out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~TracyL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5818528352694949792-3579928799899867086?l=aurorelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3579928799899867086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5818528352694949792&amp;postID=3579928799899867086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/3579928799899867086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5818528352694949792/posts/default/3579928799899867086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/testing-bitch.html' title='Operation: Rant hole'/><author><name>T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819054506547117292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dkkdVC5BrIs/SniImnVGliI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bFPhsLv3I2k/S220/DSC06460th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
