<?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-726488175573146836</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:34:39.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tay's blog</title><subtitle type='html'>I was board. But I think... Well, acually, my blog probably sucks at the moment... LOL</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-4754565533848462360</id><published>2010-04-28T07:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T07:24:01.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't say it, Don't say it! I know</title><content type='html'>It's been over 2 weeks, I haven't been giving you updates, yadda yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Peter out. Yeah. Starting to realize it might not have been the best decision. But I did, and a week later, he said yes. Then I put him through the normal (for me anyways) Are you just saying that to get me to stop pointing it out, and the, Because you feel guilty/ obligated, then he replied with this: NO! I LIKE YOU, WERE GOING OUT, LIVE WITH IT! So that was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I was hanging out with Shaleena (before he agreed) and we had this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;Me: What should we do?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Who's we?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Me and my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Peter: wtf???????&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why? Are you jealous? Lol. (I was TOTALLY kidding)&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Who?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Idk. Why do you want to know?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Well, I still haven't given my answer.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dude. It's been a week. And just so you know, jk.&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Why did I know that? And I've waited that long before.&lt;br /&gt;Me: A week is a long time for a middle school relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got into a conversation about past 'exs'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk... It feels like it did with Kobel.... Like it really was just a crush, and I don't actually like him.... Maybe I should just give it more of a chance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom, cause he wanted to put it on Facebook,  and she's like, what does 'going out' entail these days? And said, mostly just the ability to say, we're going out. And she said, Well, I guess I'm okay with that. Just ask next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf? I didn't have to ask last time. And I really didn't even have to tell her, but I did, cause I wanted her to know she's still apart of my life, even though I live with my dad! I'm not allowed to watch 2 and 1/2 men, or Family Guy, or anything above PG-13, or stay up past 10 on weekends, or do ANYTHING! It's insane. Her house is just so set up for younger kids, like Robert and Addison, and Dylan. Not for me, who's 13, or for AJ, who's 15, it's just... She wants to treat us both like we're 12, and I hate it!  It's ridiculous, and I hate saying this, but I can not move back in when shes treating me like I'm 5!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-4754565533848462360?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/4754565533848462360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-say-it-dont-say-it-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/4754565533848462360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/4754565533848462360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-say-it-dont-say-it-i-know.html' title='Don&apos;t say it, Don&apos;t say it! I know'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-4016895390763444028</id><published>2010-04-13T07:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T07:25:13.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/S8R-tx0jD4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Jijwn6cLzNw/s1600/MV%238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/S8R-tx0jD4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Jijwn6cLzNw/s320/MV%238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459627973212835714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know... I'm a crappy blogger. I can't even post every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I just got my new copy of Annie's Baby. I LOVE that book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Peter asked me out. Then 12 later... Changed his mind. I know I should've stuck with book characters. Wes! Wes NEVER would've done such a thing. Shane! Shane never would've just... CHANGED HIS MIND! Lucas! Lucas wouldn't have ever just said, sorry.. I guess I'll talk to you later. Sigh. Boys in books really are better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not toally sure what else is going on... My mom and step dad got married at SafeCo field, opening day for the Mariners. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. There's no milk... and no waffles. No breakfast, and I'm kinda hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my baby sister a new nick name: Duck. I'll say, Wazzup duck? and she'll giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. MV8 is coming out in 14 days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-4016895390763444028?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/4016895390763444028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-know.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/4016895390763444028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/4016895390763444028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-know.html' title='I know..'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/S8R-tx0jD4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Jijwn6cLzNw/s72-c/MV%238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-3826353229521657125</id><published>2010-03-17T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T17:57:40.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation, Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/S6F6eeAIrUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wwOUMhJQSaw/s1600-h/lifeasweknewit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449771687963307330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/S6F6eeAIrUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wwOUMhJQSaw/s320/lifeasweknewit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, hello everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to Medford tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm done with Reiner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrs. Porter is coming back though, and I'm sad about that. I really like Mrs. Berg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm listening to Life As We Knew It, on audio book. It's not very good. Oh well. I mean, the book itself is AMAZING, books on audio, not so much. But it's fine if your doing something else at the same time. This chick reading it is annoying me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I downloaded 24 books this morning. For the 5 hour ride. With my sweaty brothers. Wounderful, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I ended up doing my speech in privet. With only Lin and Mrs. Porcelli. It wasn't to bad. I was still really nervous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day with Peter... Well, wasn't that bad. He came and sat with me at lunch. Said I looked lonely. Lin abandoned me today, she said I was being mean. The only reason I even went to school today is to be there for her speech. I'm not complaining or anything, just saying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her voice is really annoying me. This chick reading the audio book. I kinda want to strangle her. lol. So, I think I'll text Peter on the way up there. I know it doesn't seem very important, but I don't want to seem overbaring. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audios amigos!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. Lin said the reson Peter won't ask me out is because he's nervous. I hope he doesn't. I hate middle school relationships. I wouldn't be able to say yes unless he promised it'd be more then that. And I bet he wouldn't. Oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-3826353229521657125?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/3826353229521657125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2010/03/vacation-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/3826353229521657125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/3826353229521657125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2010/03/vacation-baby.html' title='Vacation, Baby!'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/S6F6eeAIrUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wwOUMhJQSaw/s72-c/lifeasweknewit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-7959813852425312491</id><published>2010-03-15T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:40:11.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays</title><content type='html'>Well, he didn't ask me out. He didn't really act any different than normal. Oh well. My teacher presured Lin into giving a speech she wasn't ready for. She was freaking out over it. I, being a good friend, tried to tell her it'd be okay, that if she really didn't want to do the speech that she could just say she wasn't going to and take the grade. Peter, being an awesome indivdual, went to speak to Mrs. Porcelli. He told her that Lin wasn't ready, she was supposed to go tomorrow anyways, she's scared, and that 'you pressured her into giving her speech'. Needless to say, that didn't go over very well. She went &lt;em&gt;off &lt;/em&gt;on Lin. Telling Peter, I never pressured her, and when she actually got on Lin about it and how she never pressured her, Peter said, She never said that. Then she (Mrs. Porcelli) said, then where did you get that? Peter: I made it up. Then she got on him about not making stuff up. So, therefore, I vote Peter Kukla get best friend ever award. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speeches make me cry. I get up in front of the class, and start to cry because I'm so afraid. I went up to Mrs. Porcelli and told her why I couldn't do the speech and she said, That's okay. You can come in early one morning and just give it to me. She smiled. I told her a week before the speeches we're to start. All was good. But, I went up to her today and said, I might not be here Wensday, Thursday, Friday. I'm going on vaction with my family. She said, okay, so your doing your speech tomorrow. I said, Maybe. She flipped. Said that I had to give my speech, things like that. I told her that I was doing it early, remember? She said, oh yes. Alright. Then, when she was annoucning who would go, she said, Ashley your going to go first, alright? What could I have said?? So I said, Sure. Peter went off. Said that she pressured both of us into giving our speeches before we were ready, things like that. Luckily, he didn't say it to Porcelli though. I told him he was going to get expelded if he didn't knock it off. I think he MIGHT have listened to me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose that's about the extent of it. Well, besides the fact that the short term math sub is a dumbass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-7959813852425312491?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/7959813852425312491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2010/03/mondays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/7959813852425312491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/7959813852425312491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2010/03/mondays.html' title='Mondays'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-6633371006698573245</id><published>2010-03-13T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T09:30:43.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/S5vLb3gy0JI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5T6r9xBU41E/s1600-h/kissofdeath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448171853853151378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/S5vLb3gy0JI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5T6r9xBU41E/s320/kissofdeath.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I've yet to be posting every day like I'm supposed to. But, good news! Rachel Caine updated her sample chapters of Kiss Of Death, MV8. So. Freaking. Amazing. And, she added the cover to MV9, witch she'll be finishing soon! MV9 is going to be titled, Ghost Town, and both are pictured here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, how is everyone? I'm good, b een better, but good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/S5vLbCwlHZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/41rjJjodJG8/s1600-h/ghosttown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448171839692283282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/S5vLbCwlHZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/41rjJjodJG8/s320/ghosttown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having a sleepover with my friend, Lin. There's this guy I like, and all 3 of us are friends. Well, Lin sent Peter a text message, and she won't tell me what it said. So, I asked Peter. I begged him to tell me. My text said: Please. I'm asking, as your friend, please tell me. His reply: I'm sorry. I can't. Lin told me not to. But I hope we're still friends. I said: Of course we are. Kick virtual ass! (Don't reply... Unless you want to tell me what she said). Now, normally I wouldn't care. But she said it was about me. And when i first asked about it, she denied even texting him, so I'm a little worried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She told me it'd be a surprise for Monday. I went through the whole &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/S5vLbsJ9ujI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1wTvmkwwGdg/s1600-h/me+and+lin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448171850804607538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/S5vLbsJ9ujI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1wTvmkwwGdg/s320/me+and+lin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thing about how bad surprises are for me. She said to trust her, it's a good thing. I don't trust her... At least not with this... Wish me luck! I swear I'll post again on Monday, tell you what happened. Is it right to be nervous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Lin and I, yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-6633371006698573245?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/6633371006698573245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2010/03/sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/6633371006698573245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/6633371006698573245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2010/03/sad.html' title='Sad...'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/S5vLb3gy0JI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5T6r9xBU41E/s72-c/kissofdeath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-3281861891124632101</id><published>2010-03-03T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T10:16:58.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola Peeps</title><content type='html'>Working on my stupid peopleing project. It's a 3 month project that my teacher wants me to do in 6 weeks. I'm at the breaking point. My dad and step mom are fighting, I've been  sick and have never wished more that I was at school, not to mention the fact that I really just hate being here. Don't ask where here is, cause I really have no idea. I know I'm sick, lonely, and tired. My dad wants me to work on my project though, so I will, cause I'm a good little girl : Shoot me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More posts later. Sorry I haven't been posting everyday like I'm supposed to. I'll be better. Promise! lol. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-3281861891124632101?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/3281861891124632101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2010/03/hola-peeps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/3281861891124632101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/3281861891124632101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2010/03/hola-peeps.html' title='Hola Peeps'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-4721249256897626769</id><published>2010-02-23T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T08:13:40.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>Here's a link to some of my stories, poems, and... Yeah. Let me know what you think! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://8thgradewriting.tumblr.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stories&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://inkpop.com/profile/136d89f3-92d7-4a47-9ca1-669d9601c50e/pala-pink/"&gt;More... Stories? lol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/S4P-GLbUbTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/E67_S3FeqO4/s1600-h/inkpop.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/S4P-GLbUbTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/E67_S3FeqO4/s320/inkpop.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441472156893736242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-4721249256897626769?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/4721249256897626769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2010/02/writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/4721249256897626769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/4721249256897626769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2010/02/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/S4P-GLbUbTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/E67_S3FeqO4/s72-c/inkpop.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-5622540740138711000</id><published>2010-02-23T07:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T08:07:28.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/S4P9DeZekEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oz3890wjUF0/s1600-h/jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/S4P9DeZekEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oz3890wjUF0/s320/jackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441471010935050306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I used to try and post every day, but I feel out of that habbit when  my brothers really started becoming un-bearable. I started another blog, and you don't get to see it until it's got a respectable amount of posts on it. So it'll be about a month. So, in the middle of the year, I left Da Vinci to go back to Lane. I stayed there for 4 weeks, then moved again. Now I'm at Jackson Middle School. Actually, I really love it. The choir class is amazing. And I'm also an office aid. Well, for one week, I have to carry around 10 pounds of flour. It's supposed to be a baby. That's all to report for right now!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Lannie moved, and I got another sitting job, but then I moved, so yeah. But I moved closer to Lannie, and she called me once to ask if I could sit. I couldn't. I was really sad about that actually.&lt;br /&gt;My mom had her baby! Her name is Addison Lavelle Craig. She was born on 11/20 2009. She's super cute, but needs to be held 100% of the time. It's pretty consuming.&lt;br /&gt;Dill Pickle is doin great! He's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;Robert pushed Pickle on the bus. He wasn't allowed to go on his field trip. Instead, he got to stay home. Needless, to say, I wasn't very happy.&lt;br /&gt;Kyller decided he doesn't like his school, so he's going to change, cause it's to hard. That really makes me mad. I work really hard to get into other schools, and I'm a good student. Not Kyller though. And his mom, Kandi, was going to keep him out of school for a month becausehe didn't have all of his shots. And she was going to let him! The irony: He had all of them.&lt;br /&gt;I think A.J.'s been efficiently disowned. I haven't seen him in over a year. Sad huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later peeps! Damn it feels good to be writing this again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. This is Jackson Middle School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s. There's a dance later in March. Think I should go??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-5622540740138711000?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/5622540740138711000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2010/02/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/5622540740138711000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/5622540740138711000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2010/02/wow.html' title='Wow...'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/S4P9DeZekEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oz3890wjUF0/s72-c/jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-7180722653481261042</id><published>2009-10-07T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T05:27:17.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I do not eat 50 times a day.</title><content type='html'>My brother started laughing at me when I said I have to watch what I eat for dance. He said, Yeah right! You eat like 50 times a day! Then I went and cried for 1/2 an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-7180722653481261042?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/7180722653481261042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-do-not-eat-50-times-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/7180722653481261042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/7180722653481261042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-do-not-eat-50-times-day.html' title='I do not eat 50 times a day.'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-2730230234641238993</id><published>2009-10-02T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T06:21:44.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thaw</title><content type='html'>Fiona Robyn is going to blog her next novel, Thaw, starting on the 1st of March next year. The novel follows 32 year old Ruth’s diary over three months as she decides whether or not to carry on living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help spread the word she’s organising a Blogsplash, where blogs will publish the first page of Ruth’s diary simultaneously (and a link to the blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s aiming to get 1000 blogs involved – if you’d be interested in joining the splash, email her at fiona@fionarobyn.com or find out more information here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-2730230234641238993?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/2730230234641238993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/10/thaw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/2730230234641238993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/2730230234641238993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/10/thaw.html' title='Thaw'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-6577749169024155993</id><published>2009-09-29T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:58:35.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's out!</title><content type='html'>We just released Vampmag publicly!! YAY!!! It's a little early, but I won't be able to tomorrow. Let me know what you think!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www...wix.com/vampmag/home"&gt;http://www...wix.com/vampmag/home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-6577749169024155993?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/6577749169024155993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/6577749169024155993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/6577749169024155993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-out.html' title='It&apos;s out!'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-5343156280192868971</id><published>2009-09-28T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:26:31.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OM-FREAKING-G</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SsFwPL5LI8I/AAAAAAAAADY/w9rMHuFndmY/s1600-h/luna.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386710035504767938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SsFwPL5LI8I/AAAAAAAAADY/w9rMHuFndmY/s200/luna.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE DIDN'T EVEN GET INTO THAT MUCH TRUBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my friends pic of Luna from Vampire Kisses. She's a really great artist!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-5343156280192868971?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/5343156280192868971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/om-freaking-g.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/5343156280192868971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/5343156280192868971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/om-freaking-g.html' title='OM-FREAKING-G'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SsFwPL5LI8I/AAAAAAAAADY/w9rMHuFndmY/s72-c/luna.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-5023636282508481418</id><published>2009-09-28T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T07:05:08.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Color Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="ColorQuiz.com" src="http://www.colorquiz.com/images/colorquizlogosmall2.gif" width="120" height="32" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;tay-ash.blodspot.com took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test! &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Believes that ideas and emotions should come toget..."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com/results.php?code=f,7,5,1,2,3,4,0,6,6,7,5,1,6,0,3,2,4,4&amp;amp;p=print&amp;amp;name=tay-ash.blodspot.com"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to read the rest of the results.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colorquiz.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-5023636282508481418?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/5023636282508481418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/crazy-color-quiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/5023636282508481418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/5023636282508481418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/crazy-color-quiz.html' title='Crazy Color Quiz'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-2095471752209641921</id><published>2009-09-27T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T11:44:43.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just make them go away</title><content type='html'>I had this post, but I screwed it up, like I do every thing else, so if you wanna know what it was about, E-Mail me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:pala_pink@yahoo.com"&gt;pala_pink@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one day a week... That's all I've ever asked...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-2095471752209641921?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/2095471752209641921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-make-them-go-away.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/2095471752209641921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/2095471752209641921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-make-them-go-away.html' title='Just make them go away'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-2100601299898801137</id><published>2009-09-25T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T17:53:56.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I never even got a thank you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/Sr1l-qbGCHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7nUX8nuiYwY/s1600-h/butterflys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385572856619206770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/Sr1l-qbGCHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7nUX8nuiYwY/s400/butterflys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, when I was at my sitting job on Wensday, Lannie and Tracy asked me if my brothers would be intrested in doing some yardwork for them. I said I'd ask, and I came home to tell Kyller (Robert's not here yet) that I got him a job, if he was intrested, and he'd get 40 bucks for it. Well, tat's a lot of money for him, cause they NEVER DO ANYTHING. They sit there and say, I'm gonna earn all this money cleaning gutters and doing yard work, but they haven't gotten a single job, because they don't advertise themselves. Or anything really!!! Well, when I told Kyller, I'd hoped he'd be all excited because, well, I just got him 40 dollars, for a good job, and he doesn't even care. Like, he said cool. But no one said thanks. Not once. Even when I pointed out that nobody said thanks, my step mom just kept saying, Well, if you weren't such a brat to him, he might say thanks. But I'm not that bad. At least I don't think I am. I mean, the only thing I had done that day was pretend to hit him with my book, cause I asked if he loved me (before I told him about the job) and he said no. So I PRETENDED to hit him with my book, and Rachel (my step mom's) all like, well, it's because your such a brat to him. And, yeah, I do make snarky remarks. But I only do that cause, well, I'm always compeating with him, cause my dad NEVER TALKS TO ME. I don't get into truble, I'm not... Anything. Nothing special, nothing out of the ordanary, ABSOLUTLY NOTHING. So he never has to worry about me, never has to talk to, me, cause I'm the good child. And I'm stuck here for the weekend, with both Kyller and Robert, and grandpa Steve and I JUST WANNA GO BACK TO MOMS!!!!!! And I thought I'd never say that. But I'm sitting here, infront of everyone, crying, and no one even bothers to notice. I just wanna go back to moms. They just don't notice... I feel homesick, but not to go back to moms. But I'm at dads, and there's no where else that's home to me... Like there's some place I need to be, some place that wants me to be there, but I can't, cause I don't even know where it is, or why it wants me there... I know that sounds really, odd... But it really does feel like that. Like I need to be somewhere, that really needs me, but I can't be there... Where is it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW, Lannie told me they found someone else to do the job... But I don't feel better for some reason...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-2100601299898801137?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/2100601299898801137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-never-even-got-thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/2100601299898801137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/2100601299898801137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-never-even-got-thank-you.html' title='I never even got a thank you...'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/Sr1l-qbGCHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7nUX8nuiYwY/s72-c/butterflys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-778831238635414786</id><published>2009-09-23T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T18:24:54.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SrrKXtTkHUI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZpzVDxS0tMg/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384838813122305346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SrrKXtTkHUI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZpzVDxS0tMg/s400/butterfly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess I have a few things to tell you. No dance class today. I made this beutiful bowl today. But it broke. Sad day. And I sat again. Just like 2 hours. She's such a cute little girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend had lost a great uncle, and got me thinking about greif. I'm kinda a morbid person, so it's something I think about a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you lose someone close to you? The way I see it, the easier it is to love them, the harder it is to lose them. Sometimes, if they're in pain, it's almost barable to lose them. What if you were faced with this choice: to see someone you love happy and lose them one day, OR to keep them alive 2 days longer, and though they may be happy, not as happy as they could be? What if this was your best friend, and you'd do anything to watch them live just a few days longer, but you also wanted them to be happy? A lot of people don't want to die in a hospital. I don't. My stepmom had an older brother, but he was hit by a truck when he was only 3. They put him on life support, but when the day came, they had to let him die. What about that? Could you tell a nurse to let a loved one die, if it was the best thing? So many people say of course, but really think about it. Think about how you'd feel. Would you feel guilty? Upset? Or would you just not be able to register the fact that someone so close to you had died, until you were faced with seeing them lowered into the ground (assuming they had a funerel). Or could you bear the veiwing if they were cremated, and could you stand simplily letting the ashes fall to the ground?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, I think that's enough morbidy (that even a word??) for today. On the bright side: My stepmoms making chicken potato soup!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-778831238635414786?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/778831238635414786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/778831238635414786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/778831238635414786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SrrKXtTkHUI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZpzVDxS0tMg/s72-c/butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-359899089311470767</id><published>2009-09-23T06:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T06:24:36.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/Srohhg1DwDI/AAAAAAAAADA/zOwZ9rQ9pEA/s1600-h/yuka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384653164106727474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/Srohhg1DwDI/AAAAAAAAADA/zOwZ9rQ9pEA/s320/yuka.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. So my birthday's at the end of July. Well, during the summer, we never really have any money, so my dad said he'd buy my preasent in September when he went back to work. So, of course, the job got moved to Jan. Well, at the moment he's been working side jobs and some stuff the company's giving him, but it's just 1 or 2 day stuff. Well, my stepmom was going through and trying to figure out what to do for my birthday, and we're going to save up some money and go see &lt;em&gt;The Nutcracker &lt;/em&gt;and I'm totally excited about that! It's an OBT production. I want to get into their school, and I think I might actually have a shot, but most likily not. Well, I might as well adution. Well, the good news:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I did really well in my ceramics class (I mdae a bowl that actually has some sort of resebalence to a bowl!!) and in my dance class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I'm sitting tonight, not tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Well, there isn't really a 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad news:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My leo is COVERED in clay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Tution for OBT would be about 2,000 dollars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I have an un-healthy addiction to food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Because of 3, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;seriously &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;need to lose weight, but that's getting hard. Great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great. Now I'm in a bad mood. I'll go find that studio Claire recomended... Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has Yuka Lino. She's my all time fave OBT dancers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-359899089311470767?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/359899089311470767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/359899089311470767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/359899089311470767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/Srohhg1DwDI/AAAAAAAAADA/zOwZ9rQ9pEA/s72-c/yuka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-1344306132660525913</id><published>2009-09-21T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:49:36.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, that's the end of that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SrgQ-c9Y9kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RUrhrCFuQvc/s1600-h/DVpond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384072019633043010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SrgQ-c9Y9kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RUrhrCFuQvc/s200/DVpond.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I broke up with Kobel. IDK if he's mad or something... But I also don't care. I know. I sound luike a bitch, don't I? LOL. Well, I also have to make 5 bowls for ceramics... YAY!!! I think the teacher really likes me... I got put on the wheel in the first group... And I'm one of the few that actually did anything when we worked on the bench. And he even remembered my name, and that's TOTALLY unusual! lol. Later peeps!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the water garden at my school. That's where the bench is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-1344306132660525913?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/1344306132660525913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-thats-end-of-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/1344306132660525913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/1344306132660525913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-thats-end-of-that.html' title='Well, that&apos;s the end of that...'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SrgQ-c9Y9kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RUrhrCFuQvc/s72-c/DVpond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-4822560471152004197</id><published>2009-09-17T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:42:08.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick. Again.</title><content type='html'>Well, can't go to school today. My throat hurts, I don't wanna eat, my nose is plugged, and I was waking up every hour. It sucks. Now I guess I'm just going to read Midnight Alley, and hope for the best... After I take a shower of course... My hair is really oily... And who knows? Maybe a shower will make me feel better. LOL. That's funny!! I think dying might feel better then right now. I couldn't even sawllo and meds, and they weren't that big. Finnaly I got microscopic ones down, but not without a ton of effort... Great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-4822560471152004197?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/4822560471152004197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/sick-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/4822560471152004197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/4822560471152004197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/sick-again.html' title='Sick. Again.'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-1497099544695462336</id><published>2009-09-16T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:01:58.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kobel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SrFuXOlGBfI/AAAAAAAAACw/wSMefIapi88/s1600-h/math.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382204375014180338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SrFuXOlGBfI/AAAAAAAAACw/wSMefIapi88/s320/math.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kobel is a guy that I sit next to in math. At first, he sat one seat away from me, but by the start of class every day, he'd move to the seat next to me. Well, we're pretty good friends, joke and laugh a lot. I REALLY like him. Well, I was going to ask him out, but I decided not to, cause middle schoolers don't really know what a relationship is. Well, today I was going to the dance classroom, but no one was there, so I went back inside, and saw Kobel. I asked him if we were supposed to go to the gym today, and he said yeah. So I kinda stood there for a min, and he's like, you know, I wanted to ask you out, but decided against it. I told him, You should. And starting going up the stairs. He said, Wait, you wanna go out? I said sure, and left, all non-chalent. I'm so excited! LOL. He called after school, but I was in the car and said I'll call you back. So I got home and called him. We talked for like 1/2 an hour, then he had to go. At my school, half the classes go to break first, then lunch. That's what Kobel does. I go lunch then break. He said tomorrow he'd come to my lunch and sit with me. YAY!! lol. I only see him like once a day normally, but whatever! LOL. Anyways, later!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-1497099544695462336?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/1497099544695462336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/kobel.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/1497099544695462336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/1497099544695462336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/kobel.html' title='Kobel'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SrFuXOlGBfI/AAAAAAAAACw/wSMefIapi88/s72-c/math.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-4320191689396169450</id><published>2009-09-14T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:57:49.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry. More time than I thought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/Sq7KXaE_j9I/AAAAAAAAACo/H_3OxkWlP04/s1600-h/ballet1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381461108240388050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/Sq7KXaE_j9I/AAAAAAAAACo/H_3OxkWlP04/s320/ballet1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I've got more time then I thought. So I was doing really well in my dance class, and my teacher had me doing lots of demonstrations for the class. Well, at the end of class she asked me where I had taken classes before. I told her,, just some at HSCS and a few months of ballet at ABA. She said, alright. Well your a great dancer. I look forward to working with you! OMG!!!! This is like AMAZING!!! I might get some really good parts now!! I hope so! This is the teacher that's having a baby. The little girl is going to be named Rona Lowe. Lowe is the river where her and her husband met. I'm so happy for her!! She's going to be a great mom!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-4320191689396169450?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/4320191689396169450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-more-time-than-i-thought.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/4320191689396169450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/4320191689396169450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-more-time-than-i-thought.html' title='Sorry. More time than I thought.'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/Sq7KXaE_j9I/AAAAAAAAACo/H_3OxkWlP04/s72-c/ballet1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-9143654483159164683</id><published>2009-09-14T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:50:27.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/Sq7IeX4RWmI/AAAAAAAAACg/um7xK8tZE_E/s1600-h/ballet4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381459028885985890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/Sq7IeX4RWmI/AAAAAAAAACg/um7xK8tZE_E/s200/ballet4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lannie text me while I was in class to ask if I could sit today. I said yes. So I'm gonna stop now so I can leave. Later peeps!! LOL. I like this dancer. I'll tell you what my dance teacher told me today when I get back!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-9143654483159164683?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/9143654483159164683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/9143654483159164683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/9143654483159164683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-job.html' title='Random job'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/Sq7IeX4RWmI/AAAAAAAAACg/um7xK8tZE_E/s72-c/ballet4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-6594288174675594529</id><published>2009-09-13T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T07:43:11.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backround Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/Sq0E8TlnCEI/AAAAAAAAACY/6TqPmIYS2Kc/s1600-h/computers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380962563874293826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/Sq0E8TlnCEI/AAAAAAAAACY/6TqPmIYS2Kc/s320/computers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MY MOM IS HAVING AN ILLEGAL BACKROUND CHECK ON LANNIE AND TRACY!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!! WHY THE HELL WOULD SHE RISK GOING TO &lt;em&gt;JAIL&lt;/em&gt;?? NOT TO MENION I COULD SO EASILY GET FIRED FOR THIS!!! AND MY GRANDMOTHER WILL LOSE HER JOB IF SHE GETS CAUGHT (she works for the state, so she can find all the infomation, and give it to my mom)!!!! Well, not like I actually care if my grandma loses her job, cause she'd deserve it. I know, harsh, right? Well, I'd explain the whole story if it's wasn't so damn long. Later though. GOD I AM SO PISSED!!!!! Fuck it. I don't care if she does get in truble. All I care about is wether or not my mom is going to make me lose my job. This is such BS. I mean, my dad is 7 blocks away when I'm sitting. They've both met Lannie and Tracy. I always have my cellphone. God. You guys think I've got a right to be pissed??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-6594288174675594529?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/6594288174675594529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/backround-check.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/6594288174675594529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/6594288174675594529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/backround-check.html' title='Backround Check'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/Sq0E8TlnCEI/AAAAAAAAACY/6TqPmIYS2Kc/s72-c/computers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-7287113877048013099</id><published>2009-09-11T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:55:07.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saw a few old teachers!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqrjSKkgLHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/S0yarXYZ9JQ/s1600-h/lane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380362606062087282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqrjSKkgLHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/S0yarXYZ9JQ/s320/lane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, first Ms. Fluvog. I used to go to her class 2 hours early every day and hang out with her. She's really awesome. Most people don't think so though... She's kinda old. Well, I was running in the halls (lol, that's see them expell me now!) and when I got to her classroom she was just locking the door, and I was kinda out of breath and said, so did ya miss me?? And I will never forget that monent (I had cut all my hair off so...) from Who the hell is this, to Oh My God it's Ash type thing. I missed her. Then I saw Mr. Soto after he had finsished yelling at my brother, I went and saw him. He's cool to. Fluvog was my science teacher and Soto was my chior teacher. This was at my last school. I was only there for a little while. Like 2 and 1/2 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Lane. DO NOT EVER GO HERE!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-7287113877048013099?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/7287113877048013099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/saw-few-old-teachers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/7287113877048013099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/7287113877048013099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/saw-few-old-teachers.html' title='Saw a few old teachers!!'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqrjSKkgLHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/S0yarXYZ9JQ/s72-c/lane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-4878770128730863080</id><published>2009-09-10T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:23:24.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I GOT THE JOB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/Sqm0lGlgFRI/AAAAAAAAACI/W8J73GcDPO4/s1600-h/baby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380029779386832146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/Sqm0lGlgFRI/AAAAAAAAACI/W8J73GcDPO4/s320/baby1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the job!! The lady was so nice!! It's a single sex family (if you comment, please don't say anything bad about that) and the little girls god mother lives with them. I didn't meet Tracy, but Lannie is really nice. It's pronounced lawny-y. They're both bigger ladies (again, no problem with that, and I only know about Tracy because that's what Lannie said) and Tracy has tattoos all over her body (awesome!). When I went to the interveiw, Lannie started talking to be about how much I charge (I decided on babysitters) and I'm thinking, oh please don't say I charge to mcuh. Cause it really wasn't. Just 3 dollars. She's like, yeah, maybe for 2 kids, but it's just Gracie, and I'm not paying you less then 5 dollars an hour. And it's 1-2 days, 4 hours. So I'm getting like 40 dollars a week!! But I think I'm going to put half of it away for college/ a car when I'm older. I start Sat, from 11:30 to 3:30. YAY!! I'm going to have money!! lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracie is almost 1 now, but whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-4878770128730863080?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/4878770128730863080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-got-job.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/4878770128730863080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/4878770128730863080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-got-job.html' title='I GOT THE JOB'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/Sqm0lGlgFRI/AAAAAAAAACI/W8J73GcDPO4/s72-c/baby1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-534892094712069798</id><published>2009-09-09T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:33:13.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babysitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqhlTXqpJ1I/AAAAAAAAACA/ey7-B7kxsDg/s1600-h/babys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379661138338850642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqhlTXqpJ1I/AAAAAAAAACA/ey7-B7kxsDg/s320/babys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG!! I might get this really great job! It's 1 or 2 days a week and some weekends, for 3 or 4 hours! A little girl that's almost 1. She works from home so the only problem is do I charge her Mothers Helper (1 dollar and hour per child) or Babysitter (3 dollars an hour per child)?? LOL. YAY!!! I just need to call her, then meet up with her, and if she likes me, I'll get the job!! I hope I get it... LOL. Anyways. TTYL!! haha. COMMENTS PLEASE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the babies are just ADORABLE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-534892094712069798?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/534892094712069798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/babysitting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/534892094712069798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/534892094712069798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/babysitting.html' title='Babysitting'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqhlTXqpJ1I/AAAAAAAAACA/ey7-B7kxsDg/s72-c/babys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-6951021697567657213</id><published>2009-09-08T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:43:03.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It went great!!!</title><content type='html'>OMG!! School was great! I made a few friends, my teachers are mostly great, my classes (for the most part) are a ton of fun, and my dance teachers are awesome! One is named Claire. She's got 6 weeks left of her pragnacy. It's a girl!! More updates later! lol. No picture for today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-6951021697567657213?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/6951021697567657213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-went-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/6951021697567657213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/6951021697567657213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-went-great.html' title='It went great!!!'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-6315311305662147394</id><published>2009-09-08T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T04:03:08.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqY5wmIG1nI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jM_mvqgJdao/s1600-h/davinciarts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379050311971690098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqY5wmIG1nI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jM_mvqgJdao/s320/davinciarts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's 3:54am. I'm starting my first day at Da Vinci Arts Middle School. If you've been to goodreads (and I know you have), here is excatly how the orentation went. &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/202650-om-freaking-g"&gt;http://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/202650-om-freaking-g&lt;/a&gt; I know thid is bad, but one of the reasons I didn't like them was because they never asked what my name was. I know that sounds stupid and shallow, but, it doesn't take anything to read a name tag. It does take some sort of compasion to ask someone. Anyways, that's the end of todays rant. Fad Out releases in: 57 days!!!! I need professinal help. My alarm just went off. It's 4am now. Wow. Alright. I'm gona go get ready and what not... I'll tell you how it was. Don't expect some great report though... LOL. BYE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Da Vinci by the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-6315311305662147394?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/6315311305662147394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/6315311305662147394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/6315311305662147394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/school.html' title='School!!'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqY5wmIG1nI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jM_mvqgJdao/s72-c/davinciarts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-6211557501742370126</id><published>2009-09-07T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T07:44:46.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, sucks for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqUcKJ9M1TI/AAAAAAAAABw/GEMHTSRZygI/s1600-h/ballet4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378736290760807730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqUcKJ9M1TI/AAAAAAAAABw/GEMHTSRZygI/s320/ballet4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if your reading this, I guess you can see that I use my blog like the general update status. Well, This may be my fault, but it's mostly yours, because you continue to read it. So, I blame you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And because i feel it is curel to leave you pictureless, here is one of a pretty dancer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-6211557501742370126?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/6211557501742370126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-sucks-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/6211557501742370126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/6211557501742370126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-sucks-for-you.html' title='Well, sucks for you.'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqUcKJ9M1TI/AAAAAAAAABw/GEMHTSRZygI/s72-c/ballet4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-1892608404250656324</id><published>2009-09-07T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T07:33:49.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Ask Alice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqUXDdz4adI/AAAAAAAAABo/wGS3-7gak-s/s1600-h/goaskalice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378730678273206738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqUXDdz4adI/AAAAAAAAABo/wGS3-7gak-s/s400/goaskalice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Go Ask Alice is the &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;besi&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; book I've ever read. Well, in '06 they made it into a movie. So I live in Portland most of the time, and Salem the other time. Well, I looked in Salem Library (I don't have a card there, but I was willing to get one, just for that movie) and Multnomah co library. They didn't have it at eathier. And for Multco not to have &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;anything&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; book, dvd, CD, musical score, &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;anything&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is insane. So then I go to boarders.com. And how the hell boarders doesn't have my movie, I don't know. So then my step mom suggests going to blockbuster.com. I am desprate for this movie, so I go. No luck. By now I'mm doubting there even is a movie. So after I'm sure there is (a few google searches) I decide to go to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble. THEY HAVE IT!! Now the problem: I don't want to buy it unless I know I like it. I've always been that way. I won't buy books &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;unless&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I've already read them, and know I like them. And even then, I weary. So, I could watch it online, but it is only 15 dollars. But right now: I'm broke. I've got 25 dollars, and I need 7 of it for Fade Out. So I've got 18 dollars. And that's to last me, well, forever. This is why I need babysiting jobs. So I could watch it online, but I &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;hate&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; doing that. What do you guys think? Oh, also, if I buy the movie, I really wanna buy the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear to you, that book cover will haunt me. Not in like a werid way, but I will NEVER forget it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-1892608404250656324?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/1892608404250656324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/go-ask-alice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/1892608404250656324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/1892608404250656324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/go-ask-alice.html' title='Go Ask Alice'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqUXDdz4adI/AAAAAAAAABo/wGS3-7gak-s/s72-c/goaskalice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-6756118145738470800</id><published>2009-09-06T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T16:06:29.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampires</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqRAO31z0lI/AAAAAAAAABg/bp1ArTHNXuc/s1600-h/vampire1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqRAO31z0lI/AAAAAAAAABg/bp1ArTHNXuc/s400/vampire1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378494479239205458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just don't know when to stop... ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. This is some information that a 'vampire' sent me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myths about vampires. Some of them are so incredibly dumb that I have to laugh. Okay, number 1, we don't turn into bats. Number 2, Not all vampires sparkle, only the Shining species do. Venus is one of them, so yes, she does sparkle. I, however, don't sparkle. Number 3,  What IS true is that we are both very cold-skinned, VERY pale, and we can do those amazing things that that Edward guy from Twilight does. Number 4, Venus and I can run at incredible speeds, but it's easier for me at night. Number 5, Venus is incredibly strong, but I am faster than her. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;                  About our skin:  Here is another thing that usually comes up. Surprisingly, Venus is just fine in the sunlight, it doesn't hurt her, and when she goes out in the sun she wears a lot of make up to cover her sparkliness. Me, however, I am EXTREMELY shy to sunlight, it scares me...and burns my skin BADLY.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                  About our eyes: Venus's eyes don't change color, but mine do. That makes me happy. My eyes go from different shades of blue, to different shades of grey, to different shades of green, depending on what mood I'm in. Different species of vampires have different types of eyes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                  About our lifespan: MYTH: we live forever. Well, we do, but not in a way you would think. Our "soul" lives forever, we get reincarnated endlessly. Humans can go to heaven. Vampires can't. I'm not sure if this is true with all vampires though, but woth the type I am, this is true. By the way, I am actually not sure on what type of vampire I am. I'm still trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                 About our Diet:    Yes, we do drink blood. I usually drink animal blood, but human blood just tastes SO much better. As a matter of fact, just a few minutes ago I almost attacked my neighbors.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      About our...um, reproduction:    A bit of an uncomfortable topic, but here it goes. We can have kids. But the easiest way to...damn I hate this topic...."repruduce", is by biting.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;              Now, here is more information on me. I am known as a tracker, I have an incredible sense of smell. I also can "read people" extremely well based on body language, facial expressions, and speech. Basically, I know you before I know you. And, I am a MASTER at mind-manipulation. It's my most favored ability! I can basically make you think whatever I please. I don't use it too much though, that would be cruel. I am also a master at charming people, and I'm assuming most people can do this. All I have to do is look at someone a certain way, and their eyes are glued on me and they usually walk into walls or things like that. It usually gives me a laugh. And there I have it: dinner. Venus is much more proffessional at this than I am, though. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;          And here is some frightening information about me. I have to hunt at least once a month, and if I don't....things get really scary. I start to hunt in my sleep. (Yes, I sleep, but mostly during the day. I'm up at night. Nocturnal, as you might say.) THAT is when I start killing uncontrollably. One day I woke up with grass all over me and blood on my hands and mouth, with no memeory as to how it happened. Frightening. Very frightening, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all from different books! At least, I think os. What about you guys?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-6756118145738470800?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/6756118145738470800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/vampires.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/6756118145738470800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/6756118145738470800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/vampires.html' title='Vampires'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqRAO31z0lI/AAAAAAAAABg/bp1ArTHNXuc/s72-c/vampire1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-1738548017294272391</id><published>2009-09-05T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:34:56.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I'm plae but this is just....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqMt14dxCjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MyYvMko6UeI/s1600-h/fairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqMt14dxCjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MyYvMko6UeI/s320/fairy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378192783724055090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dad was taking me to the library and I stated how pale I was. And he said, It's getting into fall. You're not supposed to be tan. And I said, yeah, but look at me. This is rediculas. He said: Look at Rachel (my Casper step mom). And that was the end of that conversation. Well, I guess I looked kinda sad or something (totally didn't mean to) and he's like, you can go getta tan if you want. I said, yeah. Tanning in the rain is real effictive. And he's like no. I mean at a salon. Then we started joking about how I'd look tan for Christmas cards. But anyways, I started him crap about hw I could get skin cancer. Wayta take care of you only daughter and whatnot. So, am I really so pale that I need to go to a tanning salno? Wow. That's pale.&lt;br /&gt;Fun fact: My name is Ashley Taylor. Translated into: Tailer of Ash Trees. I wanted to find a green forest fariy, but couldn't come up with any of them that weren't kids. But she's plae like me! And I like purple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-1738548017294272391?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/1738548017294272391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-im-plae-but-this-is-just.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/1738548017294272391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/1738548017294272391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-im-plae-but-this-is-just.html' title='I know I&apos;m plae but this is just....'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqMt14dxCjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MyYvMko6UeI/s72-c/fairy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-5271411860980001035</id><published>2009-09-05T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T14:14:56.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLUigY6mQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DYBDqGWbXkw/s1600-h/vampire2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378094594308872450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLUigY6mQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DYBDqGWbXkw/s320/vampire2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got 59 days of waiting to do until Fade Out releases. WTH? I'm skipping school that day as is. But what do I read? That's basicly what I do with my day. Now I've become what is called 'scoial'. Fan-freakin-tastic. I'm going to have to wait 2 months before I get my new book. And my new book has Shane Collions, Michel Glass, Eve Rosser, and Claire Danvers. And I've go to wait 2 months before I can read it. If you've read the Morganville Vamps, you understand. Now I must go talk to the freaking nijias and see if they can pull a few black belts and get me my book a little sooner. And before you ask, no. That picture has nothing to do with Morganville. I just liked it. It's like a vampire fairy. I love both. So sue me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-5271411860980001035?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/5271411860980001035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/now-what.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/5271411860980001035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/5271411860980001035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/now-what.html' title='Now what?'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLUigY6mQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DYBDqGWbXkw/s72-c/vampire2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-2953481956006496389</id><published>2009-09-05T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T14:17:47.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, sometimes you've just got to role over and take it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLVZ0r9tCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_Sd5qNahkVc/s1600-h/babysitting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378095544650282018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLVZ0r9tCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_Sd5qNahkVc/s320/babysitting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking for new babysitting jobs, and it's going pretty good so far. But what do I do in my spare time? I read. THAT'S IT. Now schools starting and I'm not going to be able to fallow my book a day rule. LOL. I need pro help. Thanks for reading this pointeless post. LOL. And I just liked this picture. no reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-2953481956006496389?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/2953481956006496389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-sometimes-youve-just-got-to-role.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/2953481956006496389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/2953481956006496389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-sometimes-youve-just-got-to-role.html' title='Well, sometimes you&apos;ve just got to role over and take it'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLVZ0r9tCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_Sd5qNahkVc/s72-c/babysitting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726488175573146836.post-6956668705645096191</id><published>2009-09-05T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T14:16:52.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I finally did it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLVKd7YdhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BqZ0KANtWNk/s1600-h/annesdiary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378095280842896914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLVKd7YdhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BqZ0KANtWNk/s320/annesdiary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this sounds stupid, but I've always wanted to start a diary, but I could never really get down to it. Well, Dale gave me a diary, and I've actually been writing in it! LOL. I might post some entires, but idk. For now: School is stating in 3 days!!! and Fade Out releases in 59 days! Daddy already said I can skip school that day so I can get it right when it comes out! LOL. YAY!! Don't judge me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is Anne Frank's diary. Just an FYI.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726488175573146836-6956668705645096191?l=tay-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/6956668705645096191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-i-finally-did-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/6956668705645096191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726488175573146836/posts/default/6956668705645096191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tay-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-i-finally-did-it.html' title='Well, I finally did it'/><author><name>Tay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15225728789327638250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLWe-k014I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0zDdeEy84fE/S220/vampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVZS7R2hmhE/SqLVKd7YdhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BqZ0KANtWNk/s72-c/annesdiary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
