<?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-7002081</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:09:40.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Official Lair</title><subtitle type='html'>Just little old me ranting on random things, including movies, music, crazy people, and Conan O'Brien.  

Enter the Lair if you dare....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-111923702773193046</id><published>2005-06-19T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T20:10:27.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School sucks.   Okay, let me preface that with a disclaimer: there are many worse places I could be, even in district, and I've actually been pretty fortunate so far with teachers and what have you.  That said, school sucks.  I'm mad at them because they have blocked all blog websites on their Websense account, so nothing can be accessed from school.  Not a big deal if you can just go home and blog.  Grumble, grumble.  Anyway, that's the reason I haven't posted in a million years.  It just got harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, I decided that if I get a job soon, I'll get my license.  I'm very tired of mooching rides off people, and it would just be sad to be 18 without a license, still bumming rides from family and friends.  Hollywood Video seems to be a strong prospect--I'll know more in a few days.  After having a job for 8 months, being unemployed isn't sitting well with me.  It will be worse when school gets out.  It will be very good if I can get a new job before I get my final paycheck from my old job.  :)  I'm an optimist, what can I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave for Yellowstone on July 2.  If I get the job, I think I'll have to tell them I'm going on  a college trip for a week.  I don't think they'd give me time off to go sit in a van with 10 girls for  a week--as much as a party as that sounds like.  Actually it should be fun, assuming I don't kill any of them before we get back.  We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-111923702773193046?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/111923702773193046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=111923702773193046' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/111923702773193046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/111923702773193046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2005/06/school-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-111531161422512019</id><published>2005-05-05T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T09:46:54.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm actually at the Youth Legislature session right now.  I'm in the Governor's Office with nothing to do.  The schedule is set, the bills are covered, the press is happy, the constituents have their meetings, and I'm left with little to do.  Once debate gets going I'll go down to the House and Senate to get some firsthand info on bills the Governor supports for the afternoon press release.  Joe really liked my morning press release, which makes me happy, but I still don't have much to fill the gaps.  Crap!  I just remembered a gap, actually.  I have to go chat with the Secretary of State about a bill from a first year in my delegation.  It got into the House and I need to check on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry you couldn't make it, Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Brian, the situation wasn't akward at all, odd as that might sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-111531161422512019?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/111531161422512019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=111531161422512019' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/111531161422512019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/111531161422512019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-actually-at-youth-legislature.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-111491520944964652</id><published>2005-04-30T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T19:40:09.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I hope you have all seen the movies&lt;em&gt; Saved &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; Saw.  &lt;/em&gt;Oh good Lord, they were amazing.  Most people's big problem with &lt;em&gt;Saw&lt;/em&gt; is that it wasn't that scary, which is true, but it's really unsettling and clever.  &lt;em&gt;Saved &lt;/em&gt;is clever and hilarious, very witty.  Highly recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is going good right now.  Sometimes you need to step back and look at your life just to appreciate what you really have.  I'm so lucky to be able to do the things that make me happy, and I am so blessed with some really awesome people in my life.  So what if I'm insanely busy.  I thrive on that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from massive Youth Legislature preparations and trying to pull an entire Literary Magazine publication together pretty much by myself, that's been my month.  It was interesting and very confusing at times.  How was yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually at my Grandma's house right now.  My uncle just finished his tour in Afghanistan and he brought his family out for a visit for the first time since my cousin was born, and he's nearly 4 now.  So adorable.  I should get back to visiting, but I'm still tired from Leadership Training last weekend (my week was so busy I couldn't really catch up on the sleep I missed) so I wasn't that into the conversations, so I decided I'd brief you nice people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-111491520944964652?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/111491520944964652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=111491520944964652' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/111491520944964652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/111491520944964652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2005/04/okay-i-hope-you-have-all-seen-movies.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-111308566657950553</id><published>2005-04-09T15:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T15:27:46.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the dead</title><content type='html'>This last month or so has been beyond insane.  Even for me.  So I'm back with a new format (got way too sick of looking at those stupid dots, time for a change) with some updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the by, I did bomb my Chemistry final.  I wound up with a C for my final grade, which sucks, but it could have been a lot worse.  I'll do better this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hosting for Homework Helpline on Thursdays now, still tutoring on Tuesdays.  It's fun, and all of it has really piqued my interest in broadcasting.  I just wish I could work more.  We only have shows three days a week, so there's really no opportunity for expansion, so I guess I'll just have to deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan, good to see you at Knowledge Bowl.  Sorry I was so spastic, I didn't even think to ask how your sister's team did.  It was the end of a very long week and a stressful morning.  I hope she did better than we did--we missed the wild card spot by like a point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty pumped right now because I just got an email from Guvna Joe and I got the position I was hoping for in the Governor's Cabinet--Criminal Justice &amp; Sentencing committee supervisor and Press Relations Secretary.  Very excited.  :)  This is going to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to have an insanely long post, so until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-111308566657950553?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/111308566657950553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=111308566657950553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/111308566657950553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/111308566657950553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2005/04/back-from-dead.html' title='Back from the dead'/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-111308512192353273</id><published>2005-04-09T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T15:18:41.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-111308512192353273?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/111308512192353273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=111308512192353273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/111308512192353273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/111308512192353273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-110747248029119692</id><published>2005-02-03T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T15:14:40.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crazy happiness!  On Homework Helpline, tutors are supposed to work one night a week.  I work two nights a week already, and my boss is trying to get me on the third night (there are only three shows per week).  Also, first year tutors aren't supposed to be hosts, and I've already auditioned, and my boss is toying with the idea of doing a two-host thing so I get to be a host this year.  That makes me feel very special.  I really love working there.  It's nice to be good at something and not resented for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals sucked.  I'm 99.9% sure I bombed the chemistry test (the 0.01% being an allowance for an act of God, not any legitimate hope).  I've been trying not to think about how that affects my GPA, ergo my future.  It's too depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mock Legislature this Saturday.  My delegation is going to be making a truly pathetic showing due to shedule conflicts (a band workshop, district swim meet, and several people couldn't get their work schedules changed).  Also depressing.  I'm sort of stressing over my speeches for Secretary of State and Committee Chair, and I have to get my resume finished for the Governor's Cabinet.  And to top it off, I lost my voice with the cold I've had for the last week, and it still hasn't come back fully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, Mom made cookies for the first time in who knows how long, so that's nice.  Very tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-110747248029119692?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/110747248029119692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=110747248029119692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/110747248029119692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/110747248029119692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2005/02/crazy-happiness-on-homework-helpline.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-110606974427028023</id><published>2005-01-18T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T09:35:44.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Open to ideas: creative ways to make my cousin suffer for her skipping ways.  If I can't think of anything especially entertaining, I can always just tell her parents, but I feel I can be more effective myself.  I just hope I don't get carried away...*evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three day weekend.  That was 72 hours of me-time.  I was going to go to the library to work on my Youth Legislature bill (which needs to be done by Thursday) on Saturday, but everything was frozen over and the library was closed.  The best part: of the 72 hours, I slept for 36 of them.  I am sooo unbelievably happy.  That's like two weeks worth of sleep right there.  I slept for 14 hours on Friday alone.  Basically all I did was eat, sleep, read, and workout (which I of course overdid it on because I feel like I accomplished something when I'm sore the next day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have a working printer.  It's one of those 3 in one deals with a printer, scanner and fax.  Not that I can use the fax (still no internet, and I don't know if I can hook up a fax without it or a seperate phone line), but I'm pretty happy about it.  I used the scanner to scan some of my pictures, which I'll try to post in a minute.  Actually, I'll go do that now.  I only have 5 minutes til I have to go to history class (I finished my assignment in Digital Filmmaking way early, so I've been dinking around on the computer for most of the period).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-110606974427028023?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/110606974427028023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=110606974427028023' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/110606974427028023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/110606974427028023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2005/01/open-to-ideas-creative-ways-to-make-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-110550024057198599</id><published>2005-01-11T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T19:24:00.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at work.  Well, I guess you can call it work-- they pay me, but I don't do that much.  All my presentations are done (I work at Homework Helpline) and now I'm just trying to catch up on my web activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, how crazy am I: I may become Mrs. Gammage's after-school TA.  Yet another activity.  Like I need that.  But she really needs help, and I'm pretty sure I can fit it in okay.  She knows my schedule, so I'd only have to come in once or twice a week and I'd get a regular credit.  That's too much to resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching my cousin like a hawk.  I discovered she's failing freshman year, so I've threatened to essentially collapse her social world if she doesn't undergo an almost religious conversion with her work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-110550024057198599?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/110550024057198599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=110550024057198599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/110550024057198599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/110550024057198599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-110455740674061714</id><published>2004-12-31T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T21:30:06.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just wanted to say Happy (insert holiday of your choice) and a Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to my cousin who is letting me use her computer to update my internet whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of anything else to say right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-110455740674061714?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/110455740674061714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=110455740674061714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/110455740674061714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/110455740674061714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/12/just-wanted-to-say-happy-insert.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-110375748459873089</id><published>2004-12-22T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T15:18:04.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY LIFE IS INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've sat still for more than half an hour at a stretch in the last 3 days.... I'm still twitchy.  I took my pulse rate in 6th period today and it was 110 BPM resting.  That's a tad on the fast side for those of you not in the know.  I'm a little tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still haven't finished my Christmas shopping. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not leaving my room on December 26.  At all.  That sounds nice.  Well, maybe I'll leave to watch one of my Cary Grant movies I'm getting for Christmas but not supposed to know about.  I'll make an exception for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all, and to all....er....not having a coronary....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-110375748459873089?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/110375748459873089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=110375748459873089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/110375748459873089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/110375748459873089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-life-is-insane-i-dont-think-ive-sat.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-110287446113795852</id><published>2004-12-12T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T10:01:01.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry it's been a while.  My schedule is all funky.  Oftentimes I have meetings before school, and the ones after go until after the library closes, so my computer time is pretty minimal.  I'm using  a friend's now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave blood.  I almost passed out, which was strange, since I was just sitting at the snack table at the time and had been for almost ten minutes.  Plus I got this really odd and huge bruise on my arm for my troubles.  Seriously it takes up most of my elbow.  It's interesting.  On the positive side, it's essentially a free hall pass whenever I get bored in class.  I just ask to see the nurse and show them my massive contusion and the teacher gets so worried they practically kick me out of class--strange medical phenomena make people really uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to put together a Battle of the Bands as a fundraiser for Youth Legislature.  It should be pretty cool, I just have to convince the principals to let us do it in the auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anybody seen the movie The Experiment?  I just watched it last night, and it was extremely good.  I've been messing around with screenwriting and that movie puts all my efforts to shame.  It's  a German movie, so if you don't speak German and can't deal with subtitles, don't see it, but you'll be missing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw the Pianist last night.  Also very good, but in a completely different way from The Experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia, Erica, Brandon and I went to Boppin' Bo's yesterday.  Brian, you should have called us back!  It was fun.  It's  a 50's style diner with lots of posters and whatnot on the walls (lots of James Dean for Alicia, and plenty of Sinatra for me!).   Then we wandered Target and Gamestop, where I schooled everyone on Dance Dance Revolution.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-110287446113795852?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/110287446113795852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=110287446113795852' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/110287446113795852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/110287446113795852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/12/sorry-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-110054962102517008</id><published>2004-11-15T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T12:13:41.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I.  Am.  Soo.  Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go home and have some tea, listen to the rain, maybe take a nap...  Nice things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I must go take a German test.  Sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play went well.  Going to Shari's afterwards was nice, and the ride home from Shari's on Friday was even nicer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-110054962102517008?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/110054962102517008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=110054962102517008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/110054962102517008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/110054962102517008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/11/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-110029876736053526</id><published>2004-11-12T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T14:32:47.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Opening night is finally here.  Surprisingly, I'm not really nervous.  I know what I'm doing, I've done it a hundred times, I'll be fine.  Although Anthony has been cutting off a couple of my lines lately, so I'm a little concerned about that, but it's not a big deal.  It seems like a bad sign that on opening night I damage my toe.  It was really stupid: I was opening the door for my friend, and it just opened right over my toe, bending back the nail about halfway.  The dance numbers will be interesting.  I hope I don't bleed on my tights... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the day off yesterday and I still spent the day at school.  That's okay, since I was hanging out with that lighting guy (that one I mentioned, Brian).  Fun, fun, fun.  I hated hearing the bells on my day off, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go home and try and take a nap and care for my toe.  I'll probably tape it up or something.  Hey, I forgot to eat today.  I should probably go remedy that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-110029876736053526?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/110029876736053526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=110029876736053526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/110029876736053526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/110029876736053526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/11/opening-night-is-finally-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-109934827686076041</id><published>2004-11-01T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T14:31:16.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy (slightly belated) Halloween!  I hope you guys had more fun than I did.  I was home with a wicked sore throat and a head cold, alternately curling up on the couch (neglecting my homework yet again), and handing out candy to trick-or-treaters.   Then Carissa, Derek, Jason, and Amanda came by to trick-or-treat and dragged me out with them.  They got bored three houses later I was dragged back to Carissa's house to watch the Simpsons and lame yet hilarious internet cartoons.  Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outdoor school was....er...a challenge, shall we say.  Last year it was a huge blast.  I had little angels for both groups.  It rocked.  This year I had very difficult boys, and a counselor assigned to work with me that only made my job harder.  He would distract the boys at every opportunity and was incapable of discipline--he claimed they wouldn't listen to him (and it's your job to MAKE them listen--you're a counselor!!!)  Grrr.....   Oh well, it was a nice change from school.  The director was such a baby about me missing two rehearsals.  She even gave me permission a month ago, told the ADs to write it down, I sent her a reminder, and she was still pouting when I got back.  She's very difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a College Fair field trip today for juniors and seniors.  It was very interesting.   I would love to go to Barnard.  They have a variety of interesting fields of study, and fantastic internship programs.  When the lady at the table mentioned Miramax and Conan O'Brien, I was sold.  It would make me very happy to be an intern for Conan O'Brien.  The catch is that tuition is around $25,000 per year.  That's  a tough one.  University of Rochester seemed really good as well, although a tad pricey.  A good, solid safety school is Evergreen State College.  Low tuition (less than $4,000) with lots of scholarships and good fields of study, flexible academic plans and reasonable (maybe too easy) entrance requirements.  It seems too good to be true, actually.   If anybody has heard of it, let me know.  I keep waiting for some dire flaw to surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's funny is I could score a 500 total on my SATs and still be eligible for Eastern Washington University.  Hehehehe....  They have a funny system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And University of Portland was there, Nathan.  I didn't realize it was a Catholic school.   That would be the difference between it and PSU.  I wouldn't be crazy about abbreviating my school as UP--what do you guys use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run off to rehearsal now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-109934827686076041?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/109934827686076041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=109934827686076041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109934827686076041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109934827686076041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-slightly-belated-halloween-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-109871567349704972</id><published>2004-10-25T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T07:47:53.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Nutha quick update.  I'm so cool, I can use cool slang and stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally Flogging Molly was awesome.  So were Street Dogs, one of the opening bands.  The Briggs, the first opening band, sucked.  Lame punk guy taking off his shirt to show off his&lt;br /&gt;lame-yet-numerous tatoos.  'Nuff said (cool slang!).  The mosh pit got pretty crazy.  I had originally intended to stay out of it to stick close to Miranda--no offense, dude, but you are way to small to enter a mosh pit safely--but I got sucked in anyway.   My feet got soo bruised up trying to keep people away, and actually bouncing them away hurt rather a lot.  Things calmed down when Flogging Molly finally came out, strangely enough.  Surprisingly little drug use, but I did meet a nice guy who was ever so slightly drunk.  He switched spots with me when I had Miranda on my back so she could see better.  He stuck pretty close for the rest of the night.  Again, nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Miranda, I met another of the guys she deems "HOT".  Best described as stoners with slight birth defects.  I've been meaning to post that description for like a month, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run now.  Outdoor School counselor.  Bus leaves in five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-109871567349704972?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/109871567349704972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=109871567349704972' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109871567349704972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109871567349704972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/10/nutha-quick-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-109787636267678070</id><published>2004-10-15T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T14:39:22.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I refuse to admit that I might be getting sick.  I don't have time to be sick right now, not until after the show is over.  I will, however, spend my weekend resting, eating healthy food, and drinking lots of fluids.  Not because I'm sick, no, no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how much resting I'll really have time to do with all the homework I need to tackle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had Youth Legislature elections.  I ran for President, and I felt pretty good about my speech (I wrote it and re-wrote it six times since last year, and I still made changes when I got up there).  Today they announced I won, which I felt more relieved about than happy, since I don't think I'd be happy just participating and not leading.  And it's going to be a lot more work, not that I mind.  I was satisfied.  That is, until I talked to Soren.  I went over to talk to him in third period, not even thinking about Youth Leg., and the first words out of his mouth are "You didn't win."  WTF?  Apparently he'd talked to some people who felt like the election had been rigged.  I asked who, and every single name he gave me was one of the people who lost, and he felt like the guy who was a bass player (like him) should have won.  That's irritating.  We need solidarity.  However, I will talk to Mr. Allen and see if there's some  way there could have been an error.  I don't want something I didn't earn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am exhausted.  I'm going home to crash, which I can do because all my activities moved off of Fridays, so I could theoretically go straight home after school.  That's too weird, though, so I decided I'd talk to you fine people for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-109787636267678070?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/109787636267678070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=109787636267678070' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109787636267678070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109787636267678070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-refuse-to-admit-that-i-might-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-109753203307567618</id><published>2004-10-11T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T15:00:33.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I have to run off to rehearsal in about two minutes, so my little update will be breif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That and I can't stand the light rock they play in the computer lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I got the job at Homework Helpline.  Which means this week I'm out until after 8 at night, and 8 on Thursdays from now on.  Whatever.  I get paid, so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little funny.  It seems like every time I go to have a conversation with someone, they interject with, "Oh, yeah, I read that on your blog."  Maybe I should update less or something...  Yeah, that's happening.  I like ranting too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I watched one of the movies I rented.  I watched bits and pieces of Romeo and Juliet, but I watched Nora all the way through.  Let me just say that when that little ratings thing says explicit content, it means it!!!  OMG, that was the single dirtiest thing I've seen in my entire life.  I'm SOOOO glad I didn't get Velvet Goldmine, which everybody agrees is like a million times worse (and with a dude, occasionally).  I don't want to watch anybody doing that, not even Ewan McGregor.  Woah.  Aren't you glad I shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that chipper little note, I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXUENT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-109753203307567618?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/109753203307567618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=109753203307567618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109753203307567618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109753203307567618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/10/okay-i-have-to-run-off-to-rehearsal-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-109727910789117666</id><published>2004-10-08T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T16:45:07.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so soaked.  I decided to go for a walk in the rain, because if I waited for it to be dry, I'd never go for walks.  Plus I had some free coupons I wanted to use over at Hollywood Video.  Two I used for R-rated Ewan McGregor flicks I've been dying to see and am finally old enough to rent.  Rogue Trader and Nora. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third movie is the 1969 version of Romeo and Juliet.  I'm not the biggest fan of this particular version, and clearly the guy at the counter wasn't either.  He gave me a lot of crap for renting that edition.  I need that one because I need to base my character in the play on Juliet, and that Juliet was exactly what I need.  Being the damsel in distress is a lot harder than it looks.  I've discovered that although I'm a romantic at times, I really have none of that character in me, so it's hard to know how to play it.  So I'm taking the most prime example of the melodramatic damsel from Juliet.  Hopefully I can figure this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started rehearsing the dance numbers yesterday.  It was so ridiculous, but that was the point, so I don't really mind.  I almost don't want my friends to come and see it, though, since it's going to be extremely embarrassing.  If any of you need any more enticement to come than that, let me know and I'll show you part of my number.  "Babyface", "Wild About Harry", and "Bill Baily (Won't You Come Home)".  'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is short because I need to spend most of my time designing and posting info on the bulletin board I'm putting together for Youth Legislature.  I can't wait until elections so I can stop stressing so much.  At least until officer swaps with Heritage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-109727910789117666?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/109727910789117666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=109727910789117666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109727910789117666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109727910789117666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-am-so-soaked.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-109675075206726544</id><published>2004-10-02T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T13:59:21.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just saw a thing on the blogger page. It suggested asking readers to request three pictures they'd like to see posted on my blog (things around the house, people, whatever). Sounds interesting. Feel free to request, but I warn you, my life isn't that interesting. Which you know if you read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE BEEN SO BUSY!! As I mentioned, I got into the play. That's three-hour rehearsals four days a week, plus after school clubs five days a week. Soon it will be plus tutoring whenever that's scheduled (probably one or two days a week), plus Homework Helpline three days a week after my three hour rehearsal. I'm not sure I'll have time for that. If I do take the job, I won't get home until 8:00 three nights a week, which doesn't leave much time for homework. Or sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm done complaining--I'm having a blast with the play. At first I was disappointed. The first half of the show is jokes and skits, where I only have three jokes. Of those three I only have lines in two, and a punchline in one, so I was bored for that whole rehearsal time. I'm okay with have a little less time on stage at first for two reasons: One, I remembered about the group songs and dances I'll still be on for, and two, I have a good part in the second half. That's the melodrama, and what a melodrama it is. My character's name is Heather Heartthrob, then there's Alex Adonis, Rufus Bilge (the villain), and Steamboat Billy, if that gives you an idea of how goofy it is. I was disappointed about my role here, too, at first, then I read the script. I had wanted to be either Sadie Larue (sort of the villain's henchwoman) or Captain Lucy (because I thought she'd have a bigger part--sounds greedy, I guess, but I'm an actress, I want spotlight). As it turns out, Heather is not only on stage for almost the whole show, but I have two guys in love with me (the hero and the villain, and they say the nicest things), some pretty good lines, and a beautiful costume. You can't knock that, vain as it might sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the onstage fun, I'm happy about the cast. I can now stand a girl who's gotten under my skin for no good reason since freshman year. She still does terrible dialects, but thankfully she got a role that doesn't call for one. And she's pretty good, so I respect her more now. She was terrible in last year's fall play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shows start November 7, so all you people reading this that live around here will be forced to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if I can think of something somebody else might care about.......Yes! The debates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched it by myself, annoyingly enough, because I commented frequently to no one. I'm going to try and work something out through Youth Legislature to have a big group watch the next one on October 13. Maybe a fundraiser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that Bush surprised me. He was uncharacteristically eloquent--I think they did some vocab drills in rehearsal, because he used some words that in his entire presidency, I've never heard him say before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later--my computer time is running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-109675075206726544?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/109675075206726544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=109675075206726544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109675075206726544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109675075206726544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/10/just-saw-thing-on-blogger-page.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-109606674816787494</id><published>2004-09-24T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T15:59:08.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got into the play!  YEAH!!!  That rocks!!  I'm not impressed with the director, but it's a play, and I can learn something.  It's going to murder keeping up with the schedule though.  It starts an hour after school ends, so I still have time for my clubs.  I think I'm trying to kill myself subconsiously with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run--my library time is going to expire in a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-109606674816787494?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/109606674816787494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=109606674816787494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109606674816787494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109606674816787494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-got-into-play-yeah-that-rocks-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-109511948884916737</id><published>2004-09-13T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T16:51:28.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, it's once again been a while since I've posted, so I want to update the boring events of my so called life.  I will, however, attempt to keep it breif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seventeen now.  Rock on.  I got a digital camera for my birthday, which is way too much fun.  I killed the batteries that came with it on the first day, so I just went out and bought a bunch of good batteries so I can play some more.  I'm going to try and post some pics on my blog sometime, but I don't know when I'll have time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting all my clubs started up.  Poor Mr. Allen--he just can't say no.  He's doing three clubs, Master's program (I think), and some sort of associate principal thing.  He's like me, in teacher form.  Oh well, Youth Legislature should be fun.  That reminds me, I need to email the program coordinater to see how I can get my Y&amp;G buddies who are no longer in the program, strictly speaking, to be allowed to come on the trip.  I have so many calls to make....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Briddon, the AP European History teacher, is actually English, so I'm going to have an awesome accent by the end of the year.  That's so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to take a picture of a guy cleaning the McDonald's sign.  Just for kicks and giggles, but my camera was being weird and didn't work, so when I set it down to see what was wrong it took a picture of my leg.  Funky.  It was so strange I'm not sure I want to delete it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH!!!  Before I went to the library I was up at Safeway, and when I bought my batteries, I got two quarters as part of my change, which I then HAD to use in the claw machine.  I haven't won in years, but I used to be extremely good at it.  I WON A WATCH!!  YAY!!  That rocks so hard.  It's cheap and crappy, but kinda cute.  That made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, finally, I'm thinking about arranging a reunion for my 5/6 split Excel class, since the former sixth graders are graduating this year.  It's a pretty big time commitment, I know, so I'm sort of putting it off, but I've been running into a lot of old classmates recently and I'll probably make them help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it wasn't torturously long.  I'm off to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-109511948884916737?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/109511948884916737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=109511948884916737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109511948884916737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109511948884916737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/09/okay-its-once-again-been-while-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-109449656675781337</id><published>2004-09-06T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T11:49:26.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quick post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore again.  I carried my mountain bike for about a mile.  Trust me, it's tough to find a good way to carry a bike that size.  I had to do it, I didn't just decide  to random carry my bike, although that probably wouldn't surprise anybody too violently.  My tire went suddenly and extremely flat, and began coming apart.  It wouldn't even roll.  I was halfway between Grandma's house and mine, so I just carried it the rest of the way.  Probably could have called for a ride, but then I wouldn't know for sure I could carry my bike for a mile!  That's quite a birthday present, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished my Great Gatsby report.  It's pretty good--both the book and the report.  Now I still need to bs some notes on another book.  I'm just going to cop out and use poetry instead of a real book, because my teacher foolishly forgot to specify a quantity!!  Mwahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts tomorrow.  That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-109449656675781337?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/109449656675781337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=109449656675781337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109449656675781337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109449656675781337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/09/quick-post-sore-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-109416596479316590</id><published>2004-09-02T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T15:59:37.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ow ow ow ow OW!!!! I am sooo sore.... I went to Wild Waves up in Tacoma yesterday. Aside from hiking up stairs all day, I went on the River Thunder ride 13 times. It's not really a ride, you go down on an innertube and it's like a river...sort of... You really have to fight the current in places, anyway. Enough to make me sore today. I was so tired when I got home around 9, I wanted to go straight to bed and I probably would have if I didn't want to watch Conan. I think I'll have to sacrifice it tonight because I'm still beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, I slept through Freshman Orientation this morning, which I was supposed to be helping with. Oops. On the plus side, I'm only sunburned a little bit in a few places, and for the first time I have a tan on my tummy! Yeah, I'm sure you cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-109416596479316590?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/109416596479316590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=109416596479316590' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109416596479316590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109416596479316590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/09/ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-i-am-sooo-sore.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-109399231191212687</id><published>2004-08-31T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T15:45:11.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just watched Tomorrow Never Dies on TV.   I forgot how much I liked that movie.  I've always had a soft spot for James Bond.  I have the song stuck in my head now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for you, I'm pressed for time, making this the shortest post ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-109399231191212687?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/109399231191212687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=109399231191212687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109399231191212687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109399231191212687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-just-watched-tomorrow-never-dies-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-109364395120911393</id><published>2004-08-27T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T14:59:11.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have so many ideas for fundraising.  Aside from the obvious, like car washes and bake sales, which I will also suggest.  My favorite at the moment is a talent show.  It would be a lot of fun to plan and put on, but I'm not sure whether I should have the acts be anyone who auditions or just use Youth Legislature kids (which is what the ideas are focused on right now).  It would be easier keeping it within the club, but we'd draw a larger crowd and probably make more money if we used everyone, so we'll probably do that.  Either way, I'll probably audition, but I'm not sure what I'll sing yet.  I'd like to do some crazier things, like flag pole sitting contests and rocking chair derbies.  You know, the psychotic crap they did for fun in the twenties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to try and write a book of sorts.  I mentioned I had started to record ideas for posts at home, and that they were growing fast.  Too fast, in fact.  The file is nearly thirty pages long, single spaced, ten-point font.  That's less than two months of random thoughts.  With some minor alterations, I think I might be able to get it published.  With some names changed to protect, well, me.  I was thinking I could keep it up for a year, and I'd have a decent sized manuscript.  They could promote it as a look into the crazy teenage mind.  It could work.  Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had cable.  I've said this many times, I know, but I really only want a few channels.  History, FX, Discovery, Cinemax, HBO, Bravo, BBC America, maybe CNN and/or C-Span, A&amp;E, and Turner Classic Movies.  The last one is the one I really want today.  Apparently they're having another Cary Grant day.  I absolutely love Cary Grant, and my friend Jessica knows this, which is why she called to inform me.  I'm not sure she realized that she was just taunting me with the knowledge that a bunch of movies I've really wanted to see were being aired where I couldn't watch them.  And she called me when they were playing North By Northwest, which is widely considered one of, if not the, best movies from both Cary Grant and Alfred Hitchcock (who is also really cool, by the way).  She wasn't even watching it, because Roswell was on.  For some inexplicable reason she loves that crappy teen soap.  No taste, my friend, none at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-109364395120911393?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/109364395120911393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=109364395120911393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109364395120911393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109364395120911393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-have-so-many-ideas-for-fundraising.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-109329718619241705</id><published>2004-08-23T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T14:39:46.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weird.  I have a sudden craving for eggnog.  I don't even LIKE eggnog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't beleive I forgot about Pay It Forward.  I read the book in seventh grade, and I loved it so much.  It's one of maybe three books I wanted to cry at the end.  The movie was on TV the other night, so I watched it.  They changed a lot about the story, but that's to be expected.  My eyes were still misty in the end; I'm not ashamed to say it.  That story is everything that is beautiful in this world, and if it doesn't move you even a little, there's something wrong with you.  I don't cry, but it brought me pretty close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie had Kevin Spacey.  The more I see of him, the more convinced I am that he is truly a great actor.  It's amazing; he might just be the most ordinary looking man I've ever seen, yet there's something undeniably extraordinary about him.  I can't put my finger on it, but there's something about him that makes you look.  That's rare.  And he has sad eyes.  You can't deny the power of sad eyes.  The man has sublety down to an art form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley Joel Omond was also in the movie.  I have to admit, the kid has a lot of potential.  He's very good.  He has the painfully imploring gaze down pat.  Half his appeal is (was) being a cute kid, though.  I still haven't seen Secondhand Lions, so I don't know how he's progressed.  I do know he needs to be way more well rounded to be a truly great actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen Hunt I'm not crazed about.  She has one character that's almost perfect, which I respect,  but she sticks almost exclusively to that character.  The only reason she stayed around for so long is because she's beautiful, which counts for a great deal in this business, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon Bon Jovi also had a small role.  Based on everything I've seen him in, all I can say is this: Stick to mediocre music, Bon Jovi, and leave the mediocre acting to the proffessionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't start out with the intention of critiquing the actors, but here we are.  I have a theory about the best way to approach a redone movie.  See the most recent version first, then any previous films in order of the most recent, then read the book, if there is one.  Somehow everything's less annoying that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-109329718619241705?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/109329718619241705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=109329718619241705' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109329718619241705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109329718619241705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/08/weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-109295992060366338</id><published>2004-08-19T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T16:58:40.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think it's not that my posts are so long, it's that my margins are too narrow.   I'll have to fix that when I have some free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed that there's a button in the upper right hand corner of my screen that says "Next Blog".  Naturally I had to click it--you gotta meet the neighbors, right?  Turns out he's really far right wing conservative.  I don't really like anybody who's extreme in their political beleifs in either direction.  They tend to be really closed minded.  I was going to post in his blog to say hi, maybe goof around with whoever it was a little bit.  But no!  Extremists are no fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:  "If what I am is what I have, and what I have is lost, what am I?"  I can't remember who said it, but it was in The Seven Habits of Highly Effective Teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-109295992060366338?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/109295992060366338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=109295992060366338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109295992060366338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109295992060366338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-think-its-not-that-my-posts-are-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-109277953036636880</id><published>2004-08-17T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T14:56:59.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a really long time. Looking back, my posts really were hella long. Sorry about that. I'll try and keep this one short(er). I do have a little bit to catch up on, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so last week I was at that Symposium. That was cool. I met some nice people, learned some new things. Oh yeah, if you're reading this Addison, I can't find your email address right now, or I would have said hi. And an old acquaintance was there, which made things both interesting and nerve wracking. I was sold on the Montana primary system, though. I still don't like it, and I think we could find a better system (I still like the Lousiana system) but I can see their rationale and I think it could work. Almost every speaker felt compelled to explain how it worked, which got old, but it was fun to hear their slant on it. You could tell instantly their opinions just from how they explained it. I also entertained myself by trying to guess their political party before they begin to speak. I got pretty good at it. Generally speaking, I found democrats like darker, richer colors, regardless of heat, and republicans sometimes go lighter, often speaking without their jackets, and have an inexplicable attraction to weird stripes. No offence to friends of either party, that's just what I saw. It was funny, the last day this guy shows up in a nice, collared t-shirt with these bizarre, wavy brown vertical stripes. I thought to myself, "Now that is a very republican shirt," which is good for a laugh right there. But sure enough, he was republican. Maybe I should be an analyst. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;I also found out recently that the FBI keeps files on certain celebrities that are “of interest”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And under the Freedom of Information Act, these are accessible to the public for a printing fee of a few cents a page.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The had files on Lucille Ball, Danny Kaye, Clark Gable and a couple of other people I forget.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Those were a couple hundred pages long.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I like Danny Kaye, Lucille Ball kind of bugs me but I respect her achievements and innovations, but I truly despise Clark Gable.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He was an arrogant, womanizing SOB.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He had George Cukor fired as director of Gone With the Wind because he didn’t like that he gave the actresses so much attention in the film.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;THE MOVIE IS ABOUT THE ACTRESSES!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Grr, he just makes me mad.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m glad Cary Grant helped knock him out of popularity.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Isn’t it amazing how I can get riled up over 60 year old happenings that really aren’t important to anyone?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But I digress yet again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That’s NEVER happened before.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m kind of tempted to write to the FBI and see if they have a file on some of my favorite celebrities.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That’s way too stalker-esque, and I don’t seriously intend to do it, but it would be interesting to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thought of the day: Larry King looks like an iguana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-109277953036636880?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/109277953036636880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=109277953036636880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109277953036636880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109277953036636880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-havent-posted-in-really-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-109166294643595929</id><published>2004-08-04T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T16:42:26.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found my watch!  Still no word on my glasses, but that’s okay.  I’m soooo happy!  I really love my watch.  Most people would probably think it’s too plain or something, which it definitely is.  But that’s kind of why I like it.  It’s a good counterpoint to me, both in personality and whatever psychotic thing it decide to do.  For instance, I bought some very nice boxer shorts the other day.  I plan on spiking my eyebrows, as well.  Possibly at the same time I wear the shorts.  Why don’t people spike their eyebrows?  I’ve seen people shave them into patterns and stuff, but I’ve never seen them spiked.  I’ve got oddly long eyebrows, so it should look very…umm…interesting on me.  Hey I should dye them blue!!  While I spike them!  And wear really conservative schoolgirl clothes when I do it!  Man, I’m odd…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should write a book on the subsections to the Five Second Rule.  Like how it’s void if the object is moist and/or sticky, or if it’s dropped in certain areas outside, or if more than a couple pet hairs stick to it.  It could probably fill a whole book.  That would be interesting.  Nobody steal my idea!  Patent pending, patent pending, patent pending.  You’d have to be a Simpsons fan to get that last bit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Jay Leno.  He’s so not funny.  I watch him a lot, though not through inclination.  It’s just that when I watch other networks, I tend to just leave them on and lose track of time, and I miss part of the show I want to see (in this case Conan).  No, I’m not going to rant about Conan yet again.  I did just learn that he can beatbox though—that’s really something to see.  I only mention it because Leno’s on right now.  I decided it would be easier to type the topics I’m interested in as I think of them at home, so I’m just typing in Word.  I hate Word.  It’s so pushy.  It has to underline every spelling error in that obnoxious red squiggly line like it’s some old lady correcting my paper.  I didn’t ask for your opinion, you stupid program!!!  And it’s not always spelling errors that get the damn underline!  Right now, Conan, Leno, and squiggly are underlined, just because this lameass program doesn’t recognize them.  I like Works so much better.  It just doesn’t care.  You want to spell a word wrong, or have some incorrectly structured sentences?  Whatever, just go for it.  Works is like that teacher that just doesn’t care anymore—like Cranston, for those of you who go to MVHS and/or know him.  I’m only using Word because for some unknown reason it’s more common and I have a better chance of finding a computer with Word when I want to post this online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sat down to type topics, and in the first sitting, I had six pages without breaking a sweat.  And it just keeps growing.   Never again will I be without topics.  Except for the couple pages that just sort of turned into a journal that I'll never publish.  Anyway, I'm covered where it counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: You know there’s something wrong with you when you’re sitting on the couch in the middle of the night watching lame late night TV you don’t even like eating Lucky Charms by the handful right out of the box.  Because you already finished the cookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-109166294643595929?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/109166294643595929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=109166294643595929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109166294643595929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109166294643595929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-found-my-watch-still-no-word-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-109062110944856358</id><published>2004-07-23T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T15:18:29.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should really clean up.&amp;nbsp; I keep losing stuff in my room.&amp;nbsp; Now my new watch is gone, and that is not very happy.&amp;nbsp; I'm angry at my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little nervous because I just realized my symposium is in about two weeks and I haven't really been keeping up with the news.&amp;nbsp; It's absolutely essential the week before, but I should start paying attention now so I can find something intelligent to say.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hit a hundred degrees, and it's not done yet.&amp;nbsp; It's supposed to get to 103 before the&amp;nbsp;day is done.&amp;nbsp; And yesterday I was out riding around in 90+ weather for several miles before I realized I was coming too close to passing out.&amp;nbsp; I mean, I'm always dehydrated, but it's not always that big of a problem.&amp;nbsp; Fortunately I have&amp;nbsp;a bunch of first-aid training, which has come in very handy on many occasions, so I was alright.&amp;nbsp; I stopped at a convenience store and drank about a half liter of water outside.&amp;nbsp; As I was leaving some homless guy who had the most cans I have ever seen in one place strapped to the back of his bike started asking me about bike paths over the freeway.&amp;nbsp; Huh.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just over there, though I can't think what he would have done with the cans on Evergreen Hwy.&amp;nbsp; I probably don't want to know.&amp;nbsp; I just went over there to say hey to some friends.&amp;nbsp; I caught Brian, but Jason was out, or at least&amp;nbsp;not answering his door,&amp;nbsp;and I was going to head over to Erica's house, and later Alicia's and some relatives(which is the opposite side of town, almost) but I started seeing those annoying black dots.&amp;nbsp; I hadn't realized how hot it was getting, or I might have saved my ambitious yet pointless project for another day.&amp;nbsp; Or I might have seen it as a challenge and done it anyway, only possibly with some water in my backpack.&amp;nbsp; You never can tell with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cripes I know I had a lot more I wanted say.&amp;nbsp; I really need to start writing some of this bloody stuff down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, I remember one thing.&amp;nbsp; I was over at my aunt's house, and riding home I have to pass the cemetary where my Grandpa is buried.&amp;nbsp; I haven't been there since&amp;nbsp;a few months after he died, and I for once didn't have any strict time constraints when I was over there, so I decided to have a visit.&amp;nbsp; I didn't remember exactly where he was, so I wandered around for about a half an hour before I found him.&amp;nbsp; As I was looking around,&amp;nbsp;I recognized a lot of last names from people I know, and I wondered if there was a relation.&amp;nbsp; How many people stay in this town from generation to generation?&amp;nbsp; What makes them do so?&amp;nbsp; Fear of change or failure?&amp;nbsp; Family loyalty?&amp;nbsp; Or do they just like it?&amp;nbsp; All of those seem odd...&amp;nbsp; And I was thinking, aside from spouses, none of these people knew the guy buried next to them.&amp;nbsp; It's a little funny.&amp;nbsp; Is that what death is?&amp;nbsp; Finally not caring about whoever's next to you?&amp;nbsp; Letting them be?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In life, we're always trying to make sure we're friendly with our neighbors, bringing in people we already know when we can, in any situation you'd care to name.&amp;nbsp; It's tiring, sometimes.&amp;nbsp; Once I found Grandpa, I saw that ants were crawling all over his nameplate.&amp;nbsp; That sort of bothered me, I can't say why exactly now.&amp;nbsp; It just seemed disrespectful.&amp;nbsp; I tried to wipe them away, but I saw they had a tunnel or nest that came out right next to him.&amp;nbsp; Then I thought for a while.&amp;nbsp; They're not hurting him, they can't bother him anymore.&amp;nbsp; Maybe they can get some food from dirt and plant bits that get caught in the letters.&amp;nbsp; And then I thought, maybe THAT'S what death is.&amp;nbsp; Being a part of nature in a way that is unthinkable to living humans, actually participating in a passive way in&amp;nbsp;the affairs of the earth.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that's kind of a lot of thought on death.&amp;nbsp; Especially for a bright and sunny day.&amp;nbsp; I just like to think about stuff, and sometimes it's nice to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sucker for a happy ending, though.&amp;nbsp; I realize this, despite my best artistic efforts to appreciate the usefulness of having everything end in misery and dissent.&amp;nbsp; It conveys a powerful message, and I understand that.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad not everything ends with sunshine and roses.&amp;nbsp; But I'm also glad that somethings do end in sunshine and roses.&amp;nbsp; That's sort of how life is, I'd like to think.&amp;nbsp; Some people get happy endings, others don't.&amp;nbsp; But happiness is out there.&amp;nbsp; The tricky part is tracking it down for yourself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.&amp;nbsp; Musings about both life and death.&amp;nbsp; I didn't start out with the intenting of writing any of this, but here we are.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now I've acheived some cosmic blog balance, and I think I'll go look up sappy song lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-109062110944856358?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/109062110944856358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=109062110944856358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109062110944856358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109062110944856358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-should-really-clean-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-109045962428306515</id><published>2004-07-21T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T18:27:04.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think a short post today....</title><content type='html'>I had a ton of things to say, but I can't remember many of them right now.&amp;nbsp; I WISH I HAD THE FRIGGIN INTERNET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But I'm not bitter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was riding over here (to the library of course), I was waiting to cross a street at this kind of blind corner.&amp;nbsp; I had one tire in the road so I could just jet across as soon a I was sure of a clear spot, since you never know how long one of those may last.&amp;nbsp; I had my head turned checking for cars the other way and I heard somebody give this long honk.&amp;nbsp; I thought maybe I'd drifted farther into the road and I needed to get out of the way, so I jumped back, very startled.&amp;nbsp; I look up and see some twenty-something losers who have nothing better to do than honk and wave at me.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, right.&amp;nbsp; It's kind of nice if I've been having a lousy day and need some totally superficial pick me up, but it's sort of annoying.&amp;nbsp; Why do guys do that?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex called.&amp;nbsp; A little awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Dollar Tree yesterday with the intention of buying a bigger backback for camping and bikeriding, etc.&amp;nbsp; I walk out of there with an even tinier (but CUTER) backpack, a little notebook, and a Happy Bunny sticker to put on it.&amp;nbsp; I love Happy Bunny.&amp;nbsp; So cruel yet so adorable.&amp;nbsp; It's funny, I got it out of a machine and I got the one I wanted!&amp;nbsp; That "Cute but psycho, things even out" one.&amp;nbsp; That never friggin happens!&amp;nbsp; I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally made it up to school to harrass my driver's ed buddies before they went home.&amp;nbsp; I meant to go for a random ride for the rest of the day, but I went home and fell asleep during Perry Mason instead.&amp;nbsp; It's funny to see old stars before they were legendary--Adam West was on one episode, and today Dick Clark was on.&amp;nbsp; I am on a continual alert for star sightings, especially in the weird places.&amp;nbsp; Not like you think, though.&amp;nbsp; I recognized the Car Toys guy in the Sleep Country commercial, and the guy from an old Zima commercial's had like five newer ones.&amp;nbsp; He must have a decent agent.&amp;nbsp; I'm odd like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, Cary Grant, Conan, Ewan McGregor, Christopher Walken, and Sinatra&amp;nbsp; all rock.&amp;nbsp; Not just them, but I'm not saying the last person.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, comparatively this WAS a short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-109045962428306515?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/109045962428306515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=109045962428306515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109045962428306515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/109045962428306515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-think-short-post-today.html' title='I think a short post today....'/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-108948804979859038</id><published>2004-07-10T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T14:51:04.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>WHY does God toy with me?!?!?! I just randomly schedule my internet time at noon, and when I walk in one of my stalkers is there! I was a little early, so I had to talk to him, but I was hoping I could get rid of him when my time started. BUT NO!! HE SCHEDULED INTERNET TIME TOO!!!!! HE HAS THE INTERNET AT HOME, WHY CAN'T HE STAY THERE?!?! I just managed to avoid passing him on the street last week (I ducked into some bushes as he rode by on his bike). Anybody who isn't aware of my situation probably thinks I'm a terrible person, but here's the deal (in short).&amp;nbsp;He has a crush on me and is very creepy about it. He's a little retarded, so even though he's older than me I can't bring myself to blow him off. Everytime I see him he manages to turn a completely innocent conversation towards sex. Last summer he came over to my house (I still don't know how he found where I live or my phone number. CREEPY!!) while I was washing the car and CLEARLY noticed that fact. Fulfilled some of his scuzzy porno fantasies right there, I'd bet. He then started randomly talking about this girl he went out with last year who was totally in love with him and wanted to have sex with him but he wants to wait, etc. etc. Asking me everytime I see him if I have a boyfriend, and everytime a guy flirting with me is mentioned/observed he comments something like they just want to have sex with me or something. It's the way he says it that makes it uncomfortable. I can't be rude outright but I've been as curt as possible, giving disinterested and monosyllabic answers to all his questions, not picking up my phone when he calls, or when someone does pick up I'm mysteriously out without any knowledge of when I could be back. Still he persists, for two years now. WTF!!!!!! He graduates next year, but he's staying in town so I'll probably still see him. At least school will be safe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I'm going to stop ranting about that now. Even though I just remembered another creepy thing he just did. I had some happy rants I wanted to share, but now I can't remember. Something to the effect of CONAN ROCKS!!!! Doubtless. I feel a little bad for him, though, since he can never be his own Executive Producer. He's Lorne Michaels' bitch. I kid, I kid. He's not even the head writer, or even just a regular producer. He's just a writer. He probably wouldn't take on more now, since he's had a baby and probably wants to be home more, but still... However he DOES have a cult-like following of millions, so I guess that will have to console him. They just did a sketch where, to see which countries he's aired in, he is in the process of insulting every country in the world and seeing which ones send him angry mail. IT'S FRIGGIN AWESOME!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, a mini rant didn't work. Still not happy. Stalker's still here. &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to mention the name here since you never know if he reads this. Like anyone reads this, but you never know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he'll probably figure it out if he DOES read it...maybe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, I know I had something else to say, but I can't remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but God does like to toy with me. For example, every couple of months for the past few years, I don't recognize my reflection. I see it in doors or windows or something and I look behind me. This time it's because my hair is suddenly a lot lighter. With very even and clear highlights. I'm not complaining or anything, changes are good for a laugh, but it is rather random. God takes care of me too, though. Everytime I'm really hurting for money, for instance, something unexpected comes along to help me out. Recently I helped install my aunt and uncle's pool, for no reason other than to be nice, and the other day my uncle gave me 40 dollars for the help. Rock on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what does one do at a senator's coffee? Is there an official etiquette for that? Am I supposed to have some specific questions? My mom's friend invited me--I've never met her, but she sounds really nice and has been wanting to meet me ever since my mom mentioned my involvement with Youth Legislature. She seriously considered coming up to Olympia to watch the session. Apparently she's really conservative, though, so I'll have to watch myself. People with extreme political beleifs (in either direction) are usually hyper-sensitive, and my special brand of sarcasm probably would not go over well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The library has a very disturbing number of romance novels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-108948804979859038?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/108948804979859038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=108948804979859038' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/108948804979859038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/108948804979859038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/07/aaaaahhhhh.html' title='AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-108932386739375219</id><published>2004-07-08T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T14:57:47.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do those stupid chatterboxes never work?  Not that I'm concerned for mine, so much (since nobody USES IT!!), but I like to harrass people with pointlesly long entries in theirs.  Lame people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently realized that I stay up late at night eagerly waiting to watch a middle-aged man talk to people who, for the most part, I don't care about at all.  It sounds weird when you put it like that.  Until you consider that it's CONAN!!!  I absolutely love that man.  Not like that!  (::coughs::anymore...)  He's so friggin funny!!  Who else could make a guy in a lame Frankenstein costume wasting a minute of our time, without apology, HILARIOUS!?!  I've been watching (Late Night with Conan O'Brien, for any of you crazy people, by which I mean Nathan who is the only one kind enough to read my crap, who for some reason don't know) every night since school got out.  Even the last day of school when I had only a few hours of sleep the night before.  I even sit through Leno's lame attempts at comedy just to kill time and not miss Conan's monologue.  I sound a bit biased, no doubt, and more than a bit psychotic, but trust me, the man's a comedy god.   What should really brand me as a psychotic is the fact that by watching every night since school got out, and noting that every night has been a rerun, I know that Conan just got back from vacation yesterday, since that one was new.  I'm certain it was new, since he mentioned John Kerry picking John Edwards as his running mate (which I'm pleased about, by the by--Gephart had me worried...).  Even more scary, I know that every rerun last week had Conan wearing a blue tie.  And this paragraph has become unacceptably long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's hard for me to get internet access during the summer since I have to schedule it at the library and sometimes I'm too lazy to walk up the street.  So this is probably will be a pretty long post to make up for all the random thoughts I DIDN'T post.  So if you want to bail, now's your chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The really beautiful thing about summer is that I sleep when I'm tired, and I get up when I'm not.  I call people when I feel like talking or hanging out, and I curl up with a book when I don't.  Except the occasions when people call me with nothing to say and I'm forced to be polite and try to fill the gaps.  I finally get to read again!  School, or rather my school activities, have kept me too busy for the last ten months or so to have any reading outside of school requirements.  Sometimes I didn'teven have the time (and/or energy) to read the requirements, as a matter of fact.  Fortunately my highly tuned BSing skills saved me...a couple times..maybe several times...  I don't think that will work with all my AP junk next year, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, I actually like Regis Philbin.  Can't stand Kelly Ripa though (vapid faux blonde wannabe...) so I can't watch his show for more than a minute or two at a time.  I had some fun today channel surfing.  Or rather bouncing around between a couple shows I had no real interest in to kill time before Perry Mason.  I know what you're thinking and I DON'T CARE!!  MASON ROCKS!  But I digress (and my time is about to run out so, I have to keep this breif).  I watched Regis, then bounced to Sharon Osbourne's clip show (she's also annoying after a few minutes--I think she got into whatever messed Ozzy up so bad...), Wayne Brady (only cuz he had Val Kilmer--Brady's way too happy to be truly entertaining), and Family Feud (only on commercial breaks--anybody who's witnessed that crap on parade knows why I can't stand it).  It was oddly entertaining and a total waste of my time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've been accepted to the Junior Statesmen Symposium, the Who's Who Among American High-School Students publication/scholarship program, and I've been invited to a senator's coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-108932386739375219?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/108932386739375219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=108932386739375219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/108932386739375219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/108932386739375219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/07/why-do-those-stupid-chatterboxes-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-108901587709039393</id><published>2004-07-05T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T02:27:40.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I be toast!  Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/somethingjunkie/1060055374_allertoast.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8a8fcc4)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/somethingjunkie/quizzes/What%20Random%20Noun%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Random Noun Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...Bush blows.  I'm not a democrat really, just FYI.  I have no political affiliation, I think they're both idiots a lot of the time, but republicans seem especially crazy.  hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/pressthebigredbutton/1055173224_CRussellquizdemocrat.jpg" border="0" alt="Democrat"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Threat rating: High. The Bush administration is&lt;br&gt;concerned that it may not get a second term.&lt;br&gt;Therefore, we are going to change the rules so&lt;br&gt;that each Democrat vote only counts as 0.2&lt;br&gt;votes because Democrat is a shorter word than&lt;br&gt;Republican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/pressthebigredbutton/quizzes/What%20threat%20to%20the%20Bush%20administration%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What threat to the Bush administration are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?un=vyvyan&amp;meme=1074631525' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;How will you die? by &lt;a href='http://www28.brinkster.com/vyvyan'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;vyvyan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Name' value='Brionna Fawn Friedrich' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Username&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='armored_username' value='arrowheadgrl' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Age' value='16' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Gender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Gender' value='female' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;How old do you want to be when you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='How old do you want to be when you die?' value='75' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;How do you want to die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='How do you want to die?' value='quickly' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;What do you usually do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='What do you usually do?' value='help people, work, make sarcastic remarks, sleep' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;The way you will die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;You'll die after a huge fight with your lover. Where did they get that gun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='vyvyan'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1074631525'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Created with the ORIGINAL &lt;a href='http://memegen.deskslave.org/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-108901587709039393?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/108901587709039393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=108901587709039393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/108901587709039393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/108901587709039393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-be-toast-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-108855238303851207</id><published>2004-06-29T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T16:39:43.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE AT LAST!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>The rat bastards in the district finally decided to free us poor school children.  I hope my language does not offend, but it just makes me mad thinking about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that I know of five states personally that got out at least two weeks ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Friday was the last day.  I watched the Stepford Wives with my friend Alicia.  I highly recommend it--just not the original.  I kind of wish I hadn't watched that first.  That was Brian's stupid idea.  STUPID BRIAN!!  Probably not even reading this....  It's pretty much an angry feminist movie from the 70's without a bra in sight.  Which holds a certain appeal for many of my pathetic male friends, I imagine, but doesn't do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have liked to hang with more of my buddies at the end of school, but I have no problem with hanging out with Alicia, of course.  And burning stuff.  I highly recommend that, as well.  I took all the loathed assignments I'd accumulated throughout the year, piled them in my barbecue, squirted the whole lot with lighter fluid, and tossed a match on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wish I hadn't been so thrashed.  I only slept for 3 hours the night before because I forgot I had to bake and frost cookies for my final Biology project (I had decided to make sugar cookies frosted with the names of cell organelles as a handout for the class.  They were good.)until about ten at night.  I also had neglected five chapters of review assignments for Algebra 3-4.  That was my own lazy fault, but it still sucked.  At least I'm done with that, though I don't relish Pre-Cal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classes next year are (in no particular order): AP Language&amp;Compisition, AP European History, Honors Chemistry, Digital Filmmaking, German 3-4, Pre-Cal.  Rather ambitious of me, especially considering the number of extracurriculars (about ten, I think) and the number of them I will be in charge of.  And hopefully a job, but still no word on that front.  I'm stoked about Digital Filmmaking, though.  It's going to rock, but I'm going to have to work a lot harder to catch up.  I'm technically not supposed to be able to take the class without the prerequisite, but I have connections. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this has turned into a rather long post. I suppose I should wrap it up now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, I swear.  I've been playing my cousin's snowboarding game, Amped, and they have some pretty cool music on there.  I heard a lot more from Yellowcard, and I'm thinking about getting their CD.  And I finally heard The Getup Kids, and now I really wished my stupid friends hadn't bailed on me for that concert (Dashboard Confessional, Thrice, and The Getup Kids).  It would have been an AWESOME show.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now you can go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-108855238303851207?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/108855238303851207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=108855238303851207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/108855238303851207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/108855238303851207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/06/free-at-last.html' title='FREE AT LAST!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-108751108584106436</id><published>2004-06-17T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T15:24:45.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quickie</title><content type='html'>I think one day I'll write a screenplay where every time somebody says something stupid, they get stabbed.  Then I'd kill of all the main characters and completely change the plot right in the middle of the movie.  It will be horrible yet awesome.  Horribly awesome, if you will.  Don't any of you steal my idea!  Consider it copywrited!  I'll sue!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm calmer now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO I'M NOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, I'm feeling random today.  Must be the heat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-108751108584106436?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/108751108584106436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=108751108584106436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/108751108584106436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/108751108584106436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/06/quickie.html' title='quickie'/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-108742474905145719</id><published>2004-06-16T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T15:25:49.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a thought</title><content type='html'>I've noticed something.  There are two kinds of blogs that people read (the third kind, quiz results posts, are seldom read).  One, somebody's ranting about all their woes and the unfairness of the world and the darkness of their tormented soul, with morbid/depressing poetry intersperced.  Two, somebody just chronicles random thoughts or their day.  I think I'd rather go with the second option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is so much nicer when you miss 2 1/2 periods.  I had a docter's appointment which caused me to miss fourth and part of third period, but it ended exactly as lunch began.  I could have easily gotten back in time for fifth period.  But that's lame.  It would have been a boring period, anyway, and it seemed a shame to waste the fact that my older brother was the one taking us to the docter (my younger brother had an appointment, too).  So when Graeme commented he really wanted scrambled eggs and suggested we go get lunch, Alex and I were very quick to agree.  We wound up at IHOP.  That was only the second time I've ever been there, and the first I didn't even have pancakes (go crepes!).  It seemed wrong to go to a pancake place and not order pancakes so I had some apple whatever pancakes which came with like five pancakes.  Crazy.  So we said we really didn't HAVE to go to fifth period, and naturally Graeme didn't care.  Rock on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow that was boring and pointless.  But seriously, nobody else is still in school.  I've talked to people in four states, plus a different school district in this state, and they're all out by now.  I hate this district so much.  But then, school in general blows, though I seem to have a knack for it.  It's so painfully pointless.  Grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The universe is a crazy place sometimes.  I keep seeing all these really strange coincidences regarding a certain person, very frequently.  I'm not sure what to make of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of what else to say at the moment...Weird.  It must be the sunshine outside.  It's destracting, and it does weird and wonderful things to my brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-108742474905145719?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/108742474905145719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=108742474905145719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/108742474905145719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/108742474905145719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/06/thought_16.html' title='a thought'/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-108690658730542976</id><published>2004-06-10T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T15:30:29.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yet another quiz...no, I don't have anything better to do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mewing.net/harborosama.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mewing.net/darksecret.shtml"&gt;take the "what's your dark secret?" quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; | courtesy of &lt;a href="http://mewing.net"&gt;mewing.net.&lt;/a&gt; where darkness and secrecy abound.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-108690658730542976?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/108690658730542976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=108690658730542976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/108690658730542976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/108690658730542976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/06/yet-another-quizno-i-dont-have.html' title='yet another quiz...no, I don&apos;t have anything better to do.'/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-108690537187810798</id><published>2004-06-10T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T15:09:31.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lil' help...</title><content type='html'>Can't think of what to title this poem.  I love writing poetry, but titles are usually really hard.  I know nobody reads this, but I'm posting it anyway 'cuz I like it.  I might submit it to something.  Teen Ink accepted my last poem I sent them, but I think I might like to try a contest or something, maybe win some money.  Yeah right.  Don't make fun of me, because exposing my poetry is very personal--I don't usually do it, so try to encourage me to not be an "emotionless robot" ;).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up at like four one morning a few weeks ago and had to write this.  It was just there, and I put some paper in front of it. I think I wrote the original on the back of a receipt, actually. It's sort of corny, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, any thoughts (unless they're just mean) from any random people who happen to be bored enough to glance at my seldom used blog are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTITLED (for now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because love is the most mysterious and puzzling,&lt;br /&gt;Yet compelling and rewarding force on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there's no other feeling like love,&lt;br /&gt;And it's never exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because love is a perfect fit&lt;br /&gt;No matter who you give it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because love only gives,&lt;br /&gt;But that is in itself receiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because love never judges you;&lt;br /&gt;It only embraces you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because love always has your back,&lt;br /&gt;Even when the whole world is against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because love isn't about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about raising up everyone around you.&lt;br /&gt;It's not just about loving a man or a woman,&lt;br /&gt;It's about loving your friends,&lt;br /&gt;Your sisters,&lt;br /&gt;Your brothers.&lt;br /&gt;It's about parents loving their children&lt;br /&gt;And their children loving them back.&lt;br /&gt;It's about everyone coming together&lt;br /&gt;And loving eachother as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-108690537187810798?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/108690537187810798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=108690537187810798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/108690537187810798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/108690537187810798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/06/lil-help.html' title='lil&apos; help...'/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-108543620316539328</id><published>2004-05-24T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T15:03:23.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff again</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=center bgcolor=#bbdcfd border=1 bordercolor=black cellpadding="0" cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=250px&gt;&lt;table cellspacing=0 width=100%&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=black align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cool/cool-test.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 12pt; color: #bbdcfd;"&gt;Am I cool or uncool? [CLICK]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Tr&gt;&lt;td align=center width=99%&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 18pt; color: Black;"&gt;You are &lt;A href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cool/cool.php" style="text-decoration: none; color: black;"&gt;Cool&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 11pt; color: Black;"&gt;You're pretty cool! People look at you and think.. 'wow.. that person is cool!' Congratulations. Use your position wisely and teach the dorks below you a thing or two. There's nothing like recruiting a cool person.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=black align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.go-quiz.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 9pt; color: #bbdcfd;"&gt;Cool quizzes at Go-Quiz.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/WhiteWhispers/1075603073_love121212.jpg" border="0" alt="DesireLove"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love. You Truly Desire Love. You long for someone&lt;br&gt;to hold you and take the pain away. You haven't&lt;br&gt;been in much relationships or you need to work&lt;br&gt;on how to handle them. You always seem lost in&lt;br&gt;a daydream about the person you care about&lt;br&gt;most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;PLEASE RATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/WhiteWhispers/quizzes/What%20Do%20You%20Truly%20Desire%3F%20*PICS*/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Do You Truly Desire? *PICS*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/donarepa/1066804824_litaryquiz.JPG" border="0" alt="solitary"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your soul is bound to the &lt;b&gt;Solitary Rose&lt;/b&gt;: The&lt;br&gt;Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When I wake up alone, the shades are still&lt;br&gt;drawn on the cold window pane so they cast&lt;br&gt;their lines on my bed and lines on my&lt;br&gt;face."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Solitary Rose is associated with loneliness,&lt;br&gt;melancholy, and patience.  It is governed by&lt;br&gt;the goddess Merope and its sign is The Sword,&lt;br&gt;or Unrequited Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Solitary Rose, you may be summed up as a&lt;br&gt;hopeless romantic.  You desire love and have so&lt;br&gt;much love to give, but thing just never seem to&lt;br&gt;work out the way you want them to.  In life,&lt;br&gt;you can be very optomistic, even when things&lt;br&gt;are gray and nothing works out to your&lt;br&gt;expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/donarepa/quizzes/What%20Rose%20Is%20Your%20Soul%20Bound%20To%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Rose Is Your Soul Bound To?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm noticing a trend in some of my quiz choices here...whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for a friend, the German word for cow is "kuh".  Nicht "kein"!  Ja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-108543620316539328?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/108543620316539328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=108543620316539328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/108543620316539328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/108543620316539328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/05/stuff-again.html' title='stuff again'/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-108518055785008970</id><published>2004-05-21T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T14:30:19.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart quizzes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PseudoAngel/1067654543_letePsycho.jpg" border="0" alt=" Congradulations! you're a Complete Psycho!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;'Complete Psycho'   PLEASE VOTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PseudoAngel/quizzes/What%20Type%20of%20Lunatic%20are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Type of Lunatic are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="300" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="ffcccc" border="1" bordercolor="ffffff" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="000000"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;my style of love is:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman" size="8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;EROS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="2"&gt;I believe in true love and love at first sight. Physical attraction is paramount.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://mewing.net/lovetype.shtml"&gt;what's your style of love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; | &lt;a href="http://mewing.net"&gt;mewing.net. where love goes to die.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 width=250px&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=black&gt;&lt;font style='font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; color: #33cc66;'&gt;Fawn is poisonous! Induce vomitting if ingested.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;Td align=center bgcolor='#33cc66'&gt;&lt;font style='font-family: wingdings; font-size: 64pt; color: black;'&gt;N&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;font style='font-family: Arial; font-size: 32pt; color: black;'&gt;POISON&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/warning-label/warning-label.php"&gt;Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;input type=submit value="Get your warning label"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-108518055785008970?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/108518055785008970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=108518055785008970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/108518055785008970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/108518055785008970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-heart-quizzes.html' title='I heart quizzes!'/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7002081.post-108466190687339880</id><published>2004-05-15T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T15:58:26.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, I always wanted a lair...</title><content type='html'>umm...yeah...lair...&lt;br /&gt;Writing a lot of poetry lately.  Some of it's actually good.  How 'bout that?  Bored now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7002081-108466190687339880?l=fawnrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/108466190687339880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7002081&amp;postID=108466190687339880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/108466190687339880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7002081/posts/default/108466190687339880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawnrocks.blogspot.com/2004/05/hey-i-always-wanted-lair.html' title='hey, I always wanted a lair...'/><author><name>Super_Fawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672812688491349154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
