<?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-3690251</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:39:47.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toasted Time Bomb</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pub.alxnet.com/guestbook?id=2393117"&gt;Sign my guestbook!&lt;/a&gt;
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</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>416</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-93677428</id><published>2003-05-02T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T16:04:03.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>vOkay, this is the last and final post of http://www.exploding_toast.blogspot.com. Very sorry, people, but an incident happened with &lt;s&gt;Ale&lt;/s&gt; oops, mustn't SAY THE SCHOOL'S NAME!! But, let's just say, this &lt;i&gt;high school&lt;/i&gt; insist certain sites made by students of my school have endangered ourselves... **starts grumbling** EVEN 4182 IS BEING SHUT DOWN!! **screams so loud** Okay, well uh, I am starting a new site, so all of my usual visitors, there will be an email for you with the new URL. (And, yes, people at the certain high school which I will not mention, this will be an "appropriate site". But I'm not posting it here so you can't get mad at me for it... tee hee **starts giggling because she's not in danger of getting expelled anymore**) Yes, yes, I WAS IN DANGER OF EXPULSION!! BUT NOT ANYMORE!! **insert evil laugh**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is the last and final post of http://www.exploding_toast.blogspot.com. Very sorry, people, but an incident happened with &lt;s&gt;Ale&lt;/s&gt; oops, mustn't SAY THE SCHOOL'S NAME!! But, let's just say, this &lt;i&gt;high school&lt;/i&gt; insist certain sites made by students of my school have endangered ourselves... **starts grumbling** EVEN 4182 IS BEING SHUT DOWN!! **screams so loud** Okay, well uh, I am starting a new site, so all of my usual visitors, there will be an email for you with the new URL. (And, yes, people at the certain high school which I will not mention, this will be an "appropriate site". But I'm not posting it here so you can't get mad at me for it... tee hee **starts giggling because she's not in danger of getting expelled anymore**) Yes, yes, I WAS IN DANGER OF EXPULSION!! BUT NOT ANYMORE!! **insert evil laugh**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-93677428?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93677428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93677428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93677428' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-93623562</id><published>2003-05-01T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T16:54:02.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here we are at the library. again. I think the guy next to me is amazed at how fast I type... **gasps and points at counter** oh dear God!! WE HAVE MORE THAN 2000 HITS, BABY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**sighs** Thank God Jeremy knows what I'm talking about... He &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; a cymbal missing, and it isn't the ride, it's the crash... I knew that it was too small to be a crash cymbal... **trails off, mumbling things that people, unless drummers, aren't able to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. After looking, I cannot find the Saves The Day CD that was here a few weeks ago. Hmmm... Maybe the lady has it behind the counter... Oh well. I still need to return the Foo Fighters CD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**gasp** Gaaah!! JOEL!! LOOKING!! SO HOT!! I just found some pictures of GC from their Girls and Boys video **dies** Tee hee. Paul is being kissed by a couple of grandmas on the cheeks. He looks like he doesn't mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, theres's some confusion with computer fourteen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is up... **waves** Type to you in an hour!! (or more. or less...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-93623562?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93623562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93623562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93623562' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-93575296</id><published>2003-04-30T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T21:15:19.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, uh, written yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field trip today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; goton the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;found out CD player's batteries ran out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;was forced to have contact with others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;got off bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;waited and stared at other school children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;were stared back at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched this show (uh, crazy parrot, flipping babboon, turkey vulture who liked the sun, fox that liked to ride around on people's shoulders, crocodile who didn't do much, snake, and other things, I think,,,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; took a tour. This is when I find out there are no giraffes. But there are camels. And llamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;get back on the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to a park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;ate my lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched the guys ride this thing. You hold a handle, and it slides while you hang onto it, so if you don't let go when you come to the end, you get a slight jolt as you hit it. Or the force of the jolt throws you off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched the guys fly off the jungle gym while playing with the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;ran around like an idiot (literally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;did two push ups with Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;chased a butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;did another two push ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;climbed a tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;attempted to climb down the tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;got stuck. and scared to come down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;got yelled at for climbing tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;faced fears and jumped off the tree (from a terrifying height of about three feet...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;landed with no bruises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;ran back to the other side of the park with Kathryn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; climbed on the jungle gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;got in line for the swings &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; got impaitient and started using the swings intended for three year olds... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;found out my (and Stephanie's, for she was sik of waiting, too...) ass actually fit on the swing and started, well, swinging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my ass's circulation got cut off... use your imagination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;got back in line for the regular swings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;argued with Michael on who was first, me or Ferdinel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;got pissed at him and refused to take the place after he found out I never even had a chance on the regular swings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;climbed on the other jungle gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;pretended to drive on the fake steering wheel thing they put there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;pretended to be the bus driver by turning around and yelling, "NO WAVING!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;climbed off jungle gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;got back on the bus&lt;br /&gt;went back to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;waited with the inhabitants of the bus I was on for the other bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;amused myself with the skateboarders skateboarding in the school driveway (who weren't even allowed to be there...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; contemplated with Elizabeth and my teacher... he he... whether any of them are cute or not... they weren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my teacher made the skaters leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I told Elizabeth we should push them off their boards as they go past us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elizabeth and Stephanie look for a stick we can throw in their way... evilness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;bus comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;get to class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we worked on our posters. I hid a GC symbol on the poster... Alyssa will love it... tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**sighs** I have forgotten my Math workbook and Social Studies book in class. I needed them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**gasps oin horror** LIA!! WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO YOUR DIARY!! **screams** NoOoOoOoOoOoO!! not 50 Cent!!! He scares me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. bye. I'm going to the lubrary Thursday, so long post then. **waves** Byyyyye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, written now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GASP!! Michael has written a song!! HmMmM... wonder what it's about? He won't show me the lyrics yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor is now Rachelle, Abegail's, Stephanie's, (and Jason's and Michael's, but we won't get into that) and my pimp. But I still like the chair more than I like him. And I don't like the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked around the mall near the preK teacher's house with my mom. Just walked. And stuff. I still do not understand why I can't have a bass guitar. I mean, screw lessons, if I can just have the guitar... I'll probably end up teaching myself because I'm lazy as hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone else notice that Jeremy's kit was missing it's ride cymbal? Or was it the crash? No, wait, crash is b9igger than the ride... So it's the ride... I know it's not hi-hat... Yes, I'm a freak for knowing all the parts to a kit and not knowing how to play at all... I mean, drummers in our class don't know any of the parts except the drums itself (tom toms, bass, snare, and floor tom/tenor drum)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-93575296?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93575296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93575296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93575296' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-93430916</id><published>2003-04-28T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T17:01:01.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, fuck. I can't register at bandname.com because it needs a registration fee... hey, it's only six bucks, but I can't buy anything online... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, this is crap, I gotta go now, definitely willbe a much, much, MUCH longer post tomorrow... THANK GOD!! JESSICA!! WE MiSsEd YOU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-93430916?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93430916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93430916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93430916' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-93303998</id><published>2003-04-26T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T10:44:18.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you are a squrriel you are very playful and you&lt;br&gt;like to be with your buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/llamalady/quizzes/R%20u%20a%20bunny%2C%20squrriel%2C%20or%20a%20turtle%3F%20/"&gt;R u a bunny, squrriel, or a turtle? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM A SQUIRREL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's over. I'm bored as hell yay. Hungry too. Haven't had breakfast yet. Huuuuuungraaaaayyy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-93303998?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93303998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93303998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93303998' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-93298840</id><published>2003-04-26T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T08:40:19.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tee hee My hair looks pretty good today (for once, mind you... ^_^) I wore a headband to sleep, and when I woke up, I brushed my fringe in front of my fore head again. They came out all straight!! WHEEE!! So now I have this "Look at me, I'm a Maya Ford/Donna F. poseur!! SLOOBY!" look on.... YAY!! I feel so special...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-93298840?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93298840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93298840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93298840' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-93251439</id><published>2003-04-25T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T10:41:00.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GODAMMIT!! This always happens. Every other Thursday (when our housekeeper comes) my CDs are ALWAYS messed with. Oh well. I just fixed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the last day of vacation (not counting weekend) and I have still not done my homework. I have two workbook pages to do, and a page of English. Not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my sister's watching insect porn. I swear, I saw these two ladybugs... doing... things to each other when I walked by the television...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/GoodCharlotteFan/1048467872_esktopuwon.JPG" border="0" alt="YouWon"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wow! You know the basics about Good Charlotte,&lt;br&gt;pretty good! you are a true fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/GoodCharlotteFan/quizzes/Do%20you%20REALLY%20know%20Good%20Charlotte%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Do you REALLY know Good Charlotte?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel looks high...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are My Friends Over You. Lovers are hard to&lt;br&gt;keep up with..and hard to get away from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/cheerupemokid/quizzes/Which%20New%20Found%20Glory%20Song%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;Which New Found Glory Song Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is scaring my cat, Pickles, with her scary hip hop music. She's scaring me, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-93251439?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93251439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93251439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93251439' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-93201988</id><published>2003-04-24T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T14:51:24.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I got ten more minutes until my time is up. This really nice boy (about nine or ten) is sitting next to me) ^_^ he's so nice ^_^...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. He left. I'm wearing my GIR shirt. and my Tsunami Bomb pin. LOVE IS DEATH!! **insert evil laugh** Well, that's what the pin means anyway... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**does a Moose Club salute** BYE PEOPLE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-93201988?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93201988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93201988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93201988' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-93200810</id><published>2003-04-24T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T14:28:52.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>**gasp of horror** GAAAAAAAAAHHH!! I CAN'T COPY AND PASTE ON THIS THING!! EVIL!! **taps side of monitor** please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had a quiz result I wanted to post but because of &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt;thing, I can't post it here. Stupid space bar. STOP CLICKING!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-93200810?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93200810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93200810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93200810' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-93200402</id><published>2003-04-24T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T14:20:51.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At the libary, our housekeeper is at the apartment and I don't really like being there when she is. So we're (me and my sister) are at the liary. I just borrowed the new Foo Fighters CD, One by One. They didn't have that Saves the Day CD like last time, so I settled for One By One. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored. My sister's signing with a new username at &lt;a href="http://neopets.com"&gt;neopets.com&lt;/a&gt; again. She can't because we realized her email isn't on that computer... Ah well. I just told her to go surfing on the net, looking at goodcharlotte.com, she is. She changed her mind. She's at &lt;a href="http://bored.com"&gt;bored.com&lt;/a&gt; now. She actually thinks she won something. So gullible, she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-93200402?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93200402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93200402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93200402' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-93187428</id><published>2003-04-24T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T10:13:37.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GODAMMIT!! My sister just sprayed Febreze or whatever all over the place... Eyes ITCHY as hell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-93187428?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93187428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93187428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93187428' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-93184209</id><published>2003-04-24T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T09:12:03.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slooby. I  drew a lot of band logos on my lages last night. It was the GC thing, Sum 41, Tsunami Bomb, and New Found Glory. I wrote Broken Princess on there, too, but not a logo or anything (broken tiara). And then I drew a whole mess of Sloobies. And then I wrote, NO, MISTER KITTY, NO!! on my leg under Broken Princess.If you didn't know, that was a quote from Cartman (South Park, you dolt) from the episode Cat Orgy. His mom had given him a pot pie and his (girl) cat kept meowing at him. After he screamed NO MISTER KITTY NO!! at her, he says THIS IS MY POT PIE!! Okay. So now you know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-93184209?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93184209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93184209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93184209' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-93139087</id><published>2003-04-23T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T15:12:41.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DUDE!! I just saw Liam Lynch's video for United States of Whatever again, I SO WANT THAT LONG ASS SCARF HE'S WEARING!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-93139087?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93139087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93139087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93139087' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-93138962</id><published>2003-04-23T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T15:10:24.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deryck Whibley was an evil bitch when he was 17... Nah, I'm just kidding, I just saw the thing on him on MTV and stuff... Cool things he did... I'd want to be his friend in high school...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-93138962?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93138962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93138962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93138962' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-93138374</id><published>2003-04-23T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T14:59:48.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Below is the reason I will not be posting as much as I do on vacations. Thank you all, and good night ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-93138374?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93138374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93138374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93138374' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-93138171</id><published>2003-04-23T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T14:56:04.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  hey lauren   &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  are you doing anything tomorrow   &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  Hi **waves again** no &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  why? &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  you wanna do something tomorrow?   &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  sure &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  like what &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  like mini golfing?   &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  **shrugs** I'm crap at that &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  but then again, I'm crap at almost everything &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  ^_^ &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  i also wanna invite liz but then shes not online   &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  &lt;br /&gt;i think i have her number &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  i also know where she lives &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  how about seeing anger management? &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  oh okiie   &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  but i dont know if she wants to go   &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  ive seen that already   &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  hehe   &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  ^.^   &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  I'll call her once I get offline, I'm going to put this on my site so i won't tell you her number over the IM &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  Okay &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  okay...   &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  hehe   &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  but uMm, can you leave your phone line open??   &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  fer once   &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  lol   &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  be quiet... &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  sure, whatever &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  once I get offline &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  k   &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  whats your number again?   &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  785-1612 (screw it, they don't know the area code) &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  ill call ya later   &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  leav yar phone line OPEN   &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  I WILL!! **and then I'll clean my room, mother...** &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  this what I get for never picking up the phone... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-93138171?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93138171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93138171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93138171' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-93137595</id><published>2003-04-23T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T14:50:34.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>^_^ **smiles evilly like mad** This post is dedicated to PAUL THOMAS from Good Charlotte. Why? Because he needs the love. He is always the one overlooked, and as he says, "I'm the bass player. No one ever has a crush on the bass player," I am here to prove him wrong **likes the special feeling of defiance**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://angelfire.com/punk4/slooby/paul16.bmp&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, at least I think this is the code for the picture...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Paul Quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure you don't want Joel's autograph instead?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Billy drives like an old grandma." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cash? He's a...um a pit bull?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watch out I might have rabies!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have beautiful handwriting..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How you doin' babygurl?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person: "Can I have a hug?" &lt;br /&gt;Paul: "Only If I can hug you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Paul: "Here ya go." *Hands a signed picture* &lt;br /&gt;Person: "Spank you." &lt;br /&gt;Paul: "SPANK WHAT?" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Person: "Do you know that you're in the best band in the world?" &lt;br /&gt;PAUL: *Nods* "I know."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"You look familiar." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Paul: "St. Paul is not gay!! He's very, very straight." &lt;br /&gt;Aaron: "Ok, buddy, whatever you want to believe." &lt;br /&gt;Paul: "You're really starting to hurt my feelings." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Paul: "Do you know whos dog this is?" &lt;br /&gt;Person: "Um... no?" &lt;br /&gt;Paul: "Its Madonna's hairdresser's dog!" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure you're not from Waldorf? I swear I've seen you so much before." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"I'm the bass player. No one has a crush on the BASS player!" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"People always ask me for a 'Paul Hug'....what the heck is a 'Paul Hug'?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dropped an anvil on Benji."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: If you couldn't be in a band, what would you do? &lt;br /&gt;Paul: I'd be a farmer. &lt;br /&gt;"Don't get it wrong, we all hate their dad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"St. Paul is not gay! He's very, very straight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE QUOTES BELOW ARE FROM THE YOUNG AND THE HOPELESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wasn't popular in school. I liked to pretend I was, and I would go sit with the cool kids. Then they'd tell me to go fuck myself, and I would realize what a loser I was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what toy I wish I still had? Nintendo Techmo Super Bowl. I was the fat kid growning up, and when you're the fat kid, you love video games. And Twinkies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I used to take piano lessons when I was a kid. One time, I farted during a lesson, and my teacher never came back to my house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I met this girl once, she was an awesome boxer. She always came out of fights clean. Then I found out that she wasn't exactly a girl..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This cute girl tripped me in the hall back in high school, and everyone thought it was funny. So, the next day, I tripped her on her heels and I don't know what happened to her. I think she died... I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul: Dude, I never drink beer. Never.&lt;br /&gt;Joel: You just did.&lt;br /&gt;Paul: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Barbies? No... I never played with Barbie dolls..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, I know a crossdresser when I see one." (on Justin Timberlake)&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-93137595?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93137595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93137595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93137595' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-93123238</id><published>2003-04-23T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T10:24:46.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was watching Courage the Cowardly Dog a while ago. I forgot how funny the show was. This episode was about the dragon trying to eat Muriel and then cried because he didn't know how to fly and then he found out he wasn't a flying dragon and was a swimming dragon and stuff... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get Mosh Pit of One out of my head now... &lt;i&gt; Mosh! pit! o-oooof oooo-one... Don't get too excited don't jump the-e gun&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I really do need to go to Michael's or Jackie's or Alyssa's... get everything right and stuff... But curse my laziness... (hey, it's easier than actually &lt;b&gt;doing&lt;/b&gt; stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! prettiful new (well, not really, they formed in 1998) all girl punk band.... &lt;a href= "http://honeyrocket.net"&gt; Honey Rocket&lt;/a&gt; (and Trezzy herself assures you guys there are no explicit pictures (ie boobies)on the site."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/kidneypuncher/1036184911_uff2rubber.jpg" border="0" alt="rubber!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rubber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/kidneypuncher/quizzes/What%20Braclet%20are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Braclet are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**looks at television in disgust** WHAT THE HELL AM I WATCHING!? Maybe I shouldn't have left Cartoon Network on... Stupid Looney Toon Babies show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/Littleone13/1050811029_watermelon.jpg" border="0" alt="Watermelon"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Watermelon: Lets just say southern hospitality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Littleone13/quizzes/What%20Flavor%20Lip%20Gloss%20Are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Flavor Lip Gloss Are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, if you leave Cartoon Network on in the morning and don't change the channel, a lot of crap comes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-93123238?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93123238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93123238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93123238' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-93079629</id><published>2003-04-22T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T17:35:05.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mosh Pit of One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really does suck when no one knows who you are&lt;br /&gt;Local bands rock, but not yet a rock star&lt;br /&gt;You want to be known but only four people do&lt;br /&gt;Not such a big deal, at least you still got your crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hold your first show, only three people show up&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the first song, two attitudes blow up&lt;br /&gt;two thirds are not your fans, they get up and leave&lt;br /&gt;the one true fan is left, you can hardly believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosh pit of one&lt;br /&gt;don't get too excited, don't jump the gun&lt;br /&gt;she's rocking out real hard &lt;br /&gt;she's loving it&lt;br /&gt;even though no one else gives a shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dedicate your last song to the chick in front&lt;br /&gt;Play the best song you have just for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosh pit of one&lt;br /&gt;don't get too excited, don't jump the gun&lt;br /&gt;she's rocking out real hard &lt;br /&gt;she's loving it&lt;br /&gt;even though no one else but the band gives a shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows you now, you've signed with a label&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce about your days when no one knew who you were&lt;br /&gt;Remember the first fan who got the word out?&lt;br /&gt;She sees the thank yous and she screams and she shouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosh pit of a thousand&lt;br /&gt;But it's not your favorite show&lt;br /&gt;Ya liked it better when it was just the one&lt;br /&gt;they're rocking out real hard&lt;br /&gt;they're loving it&lt;br /&gt;and the band totally does give a shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See her in the front row, pull her onstage&lt;br /&gt;she pretends to be real shy&lt;br /&gt;Few seconds later she's singing along&lt;br /&gt;So much for the personality lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosh pit of one&lt;br /&gt;don't get too excited, don't jump the gun&lt;br /&gt;she's rocking out real hard &lt;br /&gt;she's loving it&lt;br /&gt;even though no one else gives a shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**fades out**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW SONG!! YAY!! Okay, my viewers are my witnesses. I anyone steals this song, I can sue them for copyright laws!! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister says I sound like Maria Andersson from Sahara Hotnights. Kick ass, 'cause she rocks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/JainaSolo2097/1051008397_sumerwhore.jpg" border="0" alt="You're not a dancing hampster! you're a consumer whore!!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're a Consumer Whore! Go You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/JainaSolo2097/quizzes/Which%20one%20of%20Tami's%20dancing%20hamsters%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which one of Tami's dancing hamsters are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM CONSUMER WHORE!! SLOOBY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/B/bubbles0420/1048220953_resShirley.gif" border="0" alt="Shirley Temple"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Shirley Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/bubbles0420/quizzes/Which%20Classic%20movie%20actress%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Classic movie actress are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaaaatiiiiing aaaanoootheeer looooollipoooooop, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033885006_dc6.jpeg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're "Ready to Run."  You may want to&lt;br&gt;settle down some day, but all you want right&lt;br&gt;now is to have fun, isn't that what life is all&lt;br&gt;about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jadekiwis/quizzes/Which%20Dixie%20Chicks%20Song%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Dixie Chicks Song Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has all of their CDs. Might as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lollipop...stuck...between teeth... heeeeeeelp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL!!??? MY SISTER SWITCHED TSUNAMI BOMBV FOR FRICKING TLC!!! She's so damn messed up, she is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: hey&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: hi&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: what's up?&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: not much&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: fun fun&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: yes, I can hardly contain myself&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: *scratches her nose* (ooooooh ahhhhhhhh)&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: do you wsh you were an oscar meyer weiner?&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: not WISH, WSH&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: welll... not really. I don't think being eaten would be very fun. Sure, people would love me, but, I'd be a hot dog.&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: yeah taht's true&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: the feelign of teeth soinking into your flesha dn slwoly tearing you apart most likely isn&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: t pleasent&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: yes. and being smothered in ketchup wouldn't be, either.&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: ugh&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: or relish or mustard... they smell bad&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: and being slowly turned on a grill&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: man, hot dogs have a hard life&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: **sympathizes hot dogs**&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: yep&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: we should start a 'hot dogs are people too' club&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: we should. my sister says hi&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: hi sister&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: i bought a sid vicious t-shirt today. *dances* and a pistols poster. *dances some more*&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: lol, and have a new sex pistols icon&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: yep&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: *dances even more*&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: tra le la le la, la de da de da DAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: randomness is good.&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: yes, yes it is. *bonks a blue badger*&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: ew, i just remembered what bonk means&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: ewwwww&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: beastiality is wrong children&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: **nods**&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: mmmmmmmmmmhm&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: muffins&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: blueberry muffins.&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: mmmmmm yeah&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: i like watermelon lollipops&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: on a trampoline by the lake&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: in saskatoon&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: i think i'm rambling&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: not really&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: but we should start&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: ok&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: i once knew a girl........ and she had eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: did she have eyes?&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: yep&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: interesting.&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: you know what i realised?&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: i understand (sort of) how my friend lee still likes that bitch who thinks nofx are emo&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: really? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: because, i've been in love with one of my guy friends sicne the first moment i saw him, all my friends hate him&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: so it's sort of the same situation&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: OoOoH.&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: yeeeeeeeeeeeeah&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: penis!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: RETRACTED TESTICLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: uh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: Michael wrote penis really big on a sheet of paper and pressed it against the bus window once&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: people kept staring&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: he was going to write "help we're being kidnapped" but it was too much&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: awesome&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: but i have to go now............. mom wants phone........ i want to go upstairs and...... stare at the wall&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: so bye bye, talk to ya later&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: have fun. bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 Cent is ugly. Yes, YES HE IS!! **insert evil laugh here** no sense denying it... He doesn't even open his mouth properly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-93079629?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93079629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93079629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93079629' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-93061550</id><published>2003-04-22T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T11:45:13.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> TrulyAragorns:  hullo, random person on my buddy list! You probably don't know who I am, as I don't know who you are &gt;_&lt; Are/were you a member of the Consternizing Community? Because I don't know how I got your screenname :-d &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  ^_^ yes, I am Starletx42 &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  ah! I'm QtiepieChick! &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  oh, okay, uh, hi &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  mweehee! &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  *breaks arm* so, uh, how are you? &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  lol, fine, you? &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  sugar high. cookie doh.... 0_0 &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  I'm just terrorising random people, and LOTRing. The usual. &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  updating every page on my site &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  you read LOTR? &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  I'm supposed to, I have the copy of all the books together, but I don't like carrying it around so I never got to reading it... ^_^* &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  Oh, really.. *shoves LOTR book into hands* Read it. &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  ^_^ &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  seen the movie? &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  **resistingly** oh, fine... my friends keep bugging me about it... &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  yeah &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  good ^^ *has illegal TTT on dvd* &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  now, who do you think is the hottest? &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  notty notty **shakes head** &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  uh... &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  *pleasenotLegolaspleasenotLegolas* PLEASE! NOT! LEGOLAS! &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  I really like guys in rock bands... so I wasn't really looking at them... &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  EVERYONE! FANCIES! LEGOLAS! It is so annoying. He's a wimp with long blond hair who looks like a cheerleader. &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  lol, I don't really go for guys with pointy ears... &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  my mom has a big picture of him at her office &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  &gt;_&lt; &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  ITS BIGGER THAN MINE!! &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  sad, really... &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  mine likes Aragorn, Aragorn is my husband.That is sadder. &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  *drools over Aragorn* &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  lol &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  *_* Arryyyy... &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  Joel Madden, Jordan Pundik, and Steve Jocz for me ^_^ &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  Polygamist, Arrykins is my only. :-p &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  tee hee, and Jordan is married to my friend Alyssa too, who's also married to Benji, Joels twin &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  that should make life interesting... &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  do the boys mind? &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  lol, and we're also rock stars in a famous band. Broken Princess. no &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  spiffy! interesting life you lead. all I do is get assassinated by Sauron. &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  lol &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  *eats pasta* &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  I had ramen soup a while ago &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  brb &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after I signed off, she ddid. Okay. Uh. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you aint no rapper!! what you tryin?? you just took&lt;br&gt;dis cus you bored, right? well tats ok, cuz i&lt;br&gt;only made dis cus im bored lol, but you should&lt;br&gt;give rap a chance, dawg, you might like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/XXXGhettoRapperXXX/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20rapper%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;What kind of rapper are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put this up because I wanted to see how illiterate people who like hip hop are (hello, flames...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://dione.bizhosting.com/cgi-bin/image/templates/addict.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Neopets Petpet are you? Find out [&lt;A HREF="http://www.geocities.com/silverwingsguild"&gt;here&lt;/A&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, okay. I never go to neopets anymore... all my pets are probably dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch you are the BOILING POTATO!! you are hot well&lt;br&gt;really do want some lotion for that.. oww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/rock1girl/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20potatoe%20are%20you%3F-wait%20for%20a%20liltle%20grass-hopper..shit!/"&gt;What kind of potatoe are you?-wait for a liltle grass-hopper..shit!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOW A POTATO!! WHEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your the middle finger...your usually ticked off.&lt;br&gt;your the rebel at school and your proud to say&lt;br&gt;it. lets just say you probably use this finger&lt;br&gt;most often too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/bballsugar/quizzes/What%20Finger%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;What Finger Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee. They spelled you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SlipknotMaggot/1037113968_HCH.gif" border="0" alt="uhhhhhhhh"&gt;&lt;br&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!! UR NOT SHALLOW!!! ur actually&lt;br&gt;worthy of living, and should keep up the good&lt;br&gt;work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SlipknotMaggot/quizzes/R%20U%20a%20Shallow%20Idiot%20That%20Should%20Be%20Shot%20in%20the%20Head%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;R U a Shallow Idiot That Should Be Shot in the Head?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ruh&lt;br /&gt;almost every1 likes ya.you have a annoying to&lt;br&gt;earthfaerie5 twin.boy that blonde is always&lt;br&gt;scared in a game.even tag!lucky i'm not&lt;br&gt;identical.i have jet black hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/earthfaerie5/quizzes/which%20girl%20or%20boy%20are%20you%20in%20my%20class%3F/"&gt;which girl or boy are you in my class?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Whatever **starts rocking out to Liam Lynch**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/mangacatgirl/1045335904_signsstop2.gif" border="0" alt="Stop"&gt;&lt;br&gt;STOP&lt;br /&gt;Straight, and to the point.  You say what you mean,&lt;br&gt;even if you come off as bitchy.  When people&lt;br&gt;don't listen to you, bad things tend to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/mangacatgirl/quizzes/What's%20Your%20Sign%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's Your Sign?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You little punk, you. It's hard to decipher what&lt;br&gt;kind of pajamas you wear...i see you sleeping&lt;br&gt;naked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/pezlover881/quizzes/what%20kind%20of%20pajama%20pants%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;what kind of pajama pants are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**is scared for she has new stalkers**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  hullo! &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  hi!! &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  I had to go have a bath &gt;_&lt; &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  OoOhh &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  *kicks baths* &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  evil things... &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  dispicable. work for Sauron. &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  ...and... JASON!! **dun dun dun** &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  Jason is my evil classmate &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  he works for Sauron. &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  I guess &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  *gives Jason a ''I Work For Sauron badge* &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  **pats him on the back** &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  ^_^ &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  have you finished LOTR yet? &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  **shifty eyes** uh... no. &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  BAD! *spanks* &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  **winces** &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  *frowns sternly* &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  There's something crawling on my skin...I can feel it... *wince* But, there's nothing there. *slaps chin* &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  **itches** &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  Take your shoosies off! &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  O! &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  I'm not wearing any shoes... &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  Shake it shake it, move it move it... &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  uh. yeah. &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  *does little dance* &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  wanna cookie? &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  Aragorn thinks the soap doesn't taste nice in my cookies, but I think it gives it an extra zing. &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  lol &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  sure does &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  ^_^ &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  who's your fav. character from teh LOTR movie? &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  hmmm... **thinks** &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  Merry and Pippin &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  You don't really have to ask mine &gt;D &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  couldn't decide between the two &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  lol &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  I think Merry is the spiffier one, but Pippin's cute too. &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  ^_^ they're funny &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  ''What about second breakfast?'' &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  lol &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  **shoves an apple into him** &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  Mm.. soapy cookie.. &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  **mouth lathers up** &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  I remember once, me and my friend bought a cupcake from the school shoppy thing and it tasted like washing powder!! My friend through it at a lampost. it was so funny at the time! &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  lol &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  I'd throw it at innocent passers by... **is evil** &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  I think it was one of those times where you had to be there. &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  ^_^ &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  *eats vitamin pill* &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  lol &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  do you say ''loll'' or ''el oh el''? &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  el oh el &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  I say loll. &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  you haven't posted on the CC for ages! &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  I know, and I feel sorta bad... &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  don't worry *huggle* &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  do you have the URL? &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  yeah, but I'm too lazy to go... &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  (http://pub175.ezboard.com/bconsternizingcommunity) &lt;br /&gt; TrulyAragorns:  hehe, ok. &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  I g2g, in a few, by &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  bye** &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-93061550?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93061550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93061550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93061550' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-93014044</id><published>2003-04-21T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T17:39:34.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh. Slooby. Lotsa quizzes for you!! WHEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, fuck you, and you, over there..yeah, fuck&lt;br&gt;you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/denada13/quizzes/How%20Do%20You%20Use%20The%20Fuck%20Word%3F/"&gt;How Do You Use The Fuck Word?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR CHRISTINE Barbie!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/BallerinaJess15/quizzes/What%20barbie%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;What barbie are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I DO consider two quizzes to be a TON!! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to work on that poem/prayer for Alyssa. I won't post it here because I know she visits this sometimes. Tee hee. I don't know why I laughed ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**a bit later**&lt;br /&gt;I have written My finger itches --&gt; on my hand. The arrow points to my finger. Damn, it itches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**even more of a bit later**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dear God. I have now been scarred for life. I clicked a link and (unknowingly) found a picture of Sum 41 mooning the camera **with underwear, yes, but they were girly underwear... meaning, not boxers.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**later-er**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have almost broken my teeth biting the lollipop I was eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**godammit, LATER, PEOPLE!(**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teeth are now stuck together because I broke the stick off and bit down on the hard candy, uh, hard. It is now hard to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: hey&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: **waves** hi&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: how is thee?&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: fine, thank thou very much&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: shhhhhhhhhhhh i have GREAT grammar!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: what's up?&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: not much, don&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: 't**&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: have school all week&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: *gasp* lucky&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: i had it todaya nd i have it tuesday and wednesday&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: *dances* I'm meeting gob on wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: and i found a sid vicious t-shirt!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: *keeps dancing*&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: lol`&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: come on, join in the fun!&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: *dance dance dance*&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: **gives in and dances**&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: ps: my computer is slow and deserves a painful death&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: stupid computer&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: mine too&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: is it normal for a computer to take 5 minutes to load a page?&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: yes&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: at least normal for ours, I suppose&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: ugh&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: stupid stupid computer&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: lol but man, mine's being at least 8 times slower than it usually is today&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: OoOoOh&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: fucking piece of shit *long list of screamed swears aimed at computer*&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: grawr&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: heh, i'm revising a bunch of my songs....... fun.........&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: damned work&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: I haven't written some in a while&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: yeah, you in a band too?&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: yeah, but were a lazy bunch so we don't meet or anything, and I do most of the work&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: me and tizz haven't had a rehersal since... since... *blank look*&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: um...........&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: i know this one...........&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: and, technically, only two of the members know how to play their instrument...&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: sounds liek our band's history&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: i write songs, sing songs, come up with name, maintain site... and tizz..... tizz plays bass *solemn nodding*&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: write songs, sing, manage site, and make up suggestions for names and change my mind after a while&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: no one else but Alyssa does anything... she helps with the names&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: oh well&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: yep&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: the important thing is.... we'r ein a band&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: yeah. at least our self esteem's up a notch&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: yep&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: i got nothing else, so at least i'm in a band&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: mm i have chocolate. *happy dancing*&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: I need some. but I have a bag full of see's lollipops&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: ooooooooh&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: all the same flavor, too, vanilla&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: have you seen 13 Ghosts or Ghost Ship?&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: I rented Ghost Ship, but then my mom and sistewr ended up watching it when I was in my room. and then they returned it.&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: sister**&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: lol lovely&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: they're both made by the same company... no surprise. both have a naked chick, people getting cut in half, murderous ghosts, and only one hot guy (and they look suspiciously similar)&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: but then again........ they're both REALLY hot..... but the guy in 13 Ghosts is married..... stupid married hot guys&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: *mumble grumble*&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: oooooh simpsons are on!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: *happy prancing*&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: oh god&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: it's been replaced by sports&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: fuck&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: **gasp**&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: guess i'm watching 13 ghosts for the 4th time&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: they always do that in place of good shows...&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: whoo-hoo for obsessive behavior!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: the chair keeps creaking when i lean back..... fuck that, no more balancing it on the back two legs...... stupid chair&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: lol, my chair doesn't creak, but maybe that's because I don't lean on it like you do&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: it stopped creaking...... i think it was a passing phase&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: guess it's got mood swings&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: ugh, there's this bitch at school, annie, and she's on of the biggest sluts i have ever met, she went out with my guy friend lee (who still likes her... i do not understand lee) and dumped him after like 3 days and then a week later she was going out with a new guy&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: and i ahte her&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: but ANYWAYS, she was looking through my CDs today.&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: and then?&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: but, wait, why did you let her?&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: which are as follows: AFI, gob, gob, gob, NOFX, Sum 41, Lit, Blink-182,Green Day, Box Car Racer.&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: I let her because it was out and she just started going through them *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: oh&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: ANYWAYS, she was looking through them and she called all of them except Green Day and gob "emo" and she called NOFX "almost not emo" and then she said one day the punk fairy would come and show me real punk&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: She thinks she's all hardcore because of her new boyfriend, who's i dunno... in that whole ":hardcore" crowd&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: ANd like, this from a girl who just started listening to punk this summer pretty much&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: i've been listening to sex pistols since i was 12!&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: oh dear God, geez, it's what you think, not what you listen to&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: i mean, i listened to the pistols before i even knew who rancid were......... and then..... argh........&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: she pisses me off&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: ANYWAYS&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: that's my rant for the day&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: oh well. people will be like that. &lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: yep&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: my lollipop is stuck to my teeth&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: but at leats i have the knowledge that she'll probably get aids and die&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: oh is that fun for you?&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: not really&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: i have somethign stuck in my teeth&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: i think&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: maybe i just need tobrush my teetj&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: *teeth&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: heh, i can type.&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmatthew lillard&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: uh, okay&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: sorry...... watchign 13 ghosts, which has matthew lillard and um he looks hot in it&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: and shannon elisabeth is a shitty actress, in my professional opinion.&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: or maybe this is just a shitty script&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: probably both.....&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: maybe &lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: then again, horror movie acting..... typically not the best&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME MISTER GHOSTIE! JUST LET ME PULL MY SHIRT A LITTLE LOWER FIRST! AHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: *scoff*&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: godamn i've been waiting for twenty minutes for this page to load&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: stupid webbernet&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: **shrugs** there's only so much you can do&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: yeah&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: liek wait here desperately&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: or minimize the window and do something else&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: hey it loaded!&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: *dances*&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk signed off at 4:22:09 PM. &lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk signed on at 4:25:20 PM. &lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: my computer is the devil.&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: I know what you mean.&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: grawr&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: ooooh FONT CHANGE!&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: **oh, so magical**&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: yep&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: it surrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre isssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: ooooooooooooh  BIG WRITING!&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: heh heh&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: *shifty eyes* i'm mature.....&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: **snort**&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: i am too&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: yes&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: we both are&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: very mature&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: *shifty eyes*&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: *cough*&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: *whistling*&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: the stick of my lollipop broke off. I almost broke my teeth trying to get it off.&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: lol lovely&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: punk in drublic&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: seriously, hwo can you consider nofx more emo than green day......&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: what teh fucking hell&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: *mumble grumble*&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: lol. that just shows you how much she knows about emo&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: i'm punk in drublic, but who shives a git anyways, i mean, like go buck a fuffalo in by mackyard and see if i shive a git&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: mmmmmmmmmmmm gocolate is chood&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: he he&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: sooooo fow's the hamily?&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: sister is watching TV, mom at work, dad at work, (at their house) aunt retiling her living room, cousin probably taking the nap for he is a nine month old&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: i'll re bight back.....&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: ok&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: sorry, tad ho get come soke&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: I need to get something to drink, too, anyways, brb&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: kk&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: well, my sister drank all the pepsi, so water will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: lol shittyy&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: sorta hard to drink when you have hard candy in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: lol yeah&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk signed off at 4:56:58 PM. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-93014044?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93014044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/93014044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93014044' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-92997094</id><published>2003-04-21T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T12:00:08.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh. I'm bored. I have nooothiiing tooo doooo... Hm. I'm eating breakfast, corned beef and rice. And potato bit things. I dunno, just eating what my mom gave me. Yes, it finally is Spring Break for us, one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday we went to Church, home again, aunt Lita's house, home (we were supposed to take a nap, my mom said), then this restaurant, Las Hadas, for my uncle Cain's and aunt Mae's tenth Wedding Anniversary (happy tenth, people!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slooby. I'm at fandomination.net (or .com, because they have both domain names), trying to avoid twincest fan fiction. Hm. I wonder if Alyssa has ever read twincest filled fan fiction... Hope not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I want an Easter Kangaroo. Jessica's lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**a lot later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh screw it. Too much twincest. Can't avoid them. Yes, yes, I am sick... but once you start you can't stop... really... try it. Well, yeah. If you read one, you get used to it, not much suprises you after you read one or two. Hey, at least I don't write them **shifty eyes toward Canada because Angel writes LotR hobbit porn...** Wait, which way is North again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**even a lot more later**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote MADDEN on my right arm, MADE MAN **ring** on my knuckles, and 41 on my right elbow. Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been logged off three times already. Stupid dial up connection. I'm typing all of this up on Wordpad, then copy and pasting later. That's what I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel weird, I try to concentrate on typing this up, but then I get distracted by my marker tattoos on my knuckles... they're too purple (I did it in purple marker).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, make the log off list a number four. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has toothpick on the tables... we like the shishkabob 'cause the beef has good flavoooor everyone has toothpick on thier TABLES We like the dental flrossss and AAAAAHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I had a New Found Glory moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I should probably get off now, more later, bye people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-92997094?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92997094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92997094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#92997094' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-92934787</id><published>2003-04-20T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T09:06:43.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh. Stupid red dress. Stupid sleeves that keep slipping off. Stupid straps that are thin so I can't wear a bra. HYmm. maybe I shouldn't have taken off the safety pins on the back and put them close to the strap in the front. Oh well. My little rebellion ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Yesterday, after I went online and stuff, we went to my aunt's house because she needed help tiling her floor. So my aunt and uncle were already there, they ripped out the carpet and put it in their pick up later. So me, my mom, and my sister were just hanging out in the backyard, keeping my cousin company because he is a baby and stuff. Then my mom made me bring over a whole mess of tiles into the house (dang, they were really heavy...), while she did nothing. Just watch me do it. Yeah, that's her. Then after a while my aunt told me to go and take Ryan (my cousin) out for a walk in his stroller. And while I was doing it, she said, go and get my mail. Before that, I got in the pick up (with my two aunts cramped already) and helped dump the crap in the back illegally (sshhh but don't tell anyone ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slooby. I am boreeeeeed. let's try to type without lookin at the keyboard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt called me a slut yesterday. I told her I taped the poster on my ceiling so I could see Joel when I wake up and have a good day and stuff, so she said, "You slut." See? And everyone says I have a cool family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Happy Easter. Mallard Fillmore, the comic strip, brought up a good point. Easter is supposed to be about Jesus rising from the dead. But marketers (damn you, Hallmark.) are making it about rabbits and chickens and eggs and stuff. So go ahead and see for yourself, go get the nearest newspaper, look at the comics and read the box with a duck in it. (yes, yes, I am telling you to go read comics.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I gotta go now. Bye. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-92934787?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92934787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92934787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#92934787' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-92844156</id><published>2003-04-18T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T09:32:54.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>**gasp** I saw the thing on MTV2... IT HAS NEW FOUND GLORY IN IT!! IN CONCERT!! SO I KNOW THE CIVIC TOUR IS GOING TO KICK FECKING ASS WHEN ME AND ALYSSA GO!!! JESSICA, YOU GOTTA TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT AFTER YOU GO!! DAMMIT!! i wanna go now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-92844156?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92844156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92844156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92844156' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-92843872</id><published>2003-04-18T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T09:26:42.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/StupidityKills/1050337184_hreecheese.gif" border="0" alt="Three Cheese. Do you think variation of three types makes it interesting? wrong."&gt;&lt;br&gt;Boring Person! - You are Three Cheese Pizza!- You&lt;br&gt;are very boring. That's it. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/StupidityKills/quizzes/What%20Kind%20Of%20Pizza%20Are%20You%3F!/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind Of Pizza Are You?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not. You're just mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-92843872?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92843872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92843872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92843872' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-92843699</id><published>2003-04-18T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T09:23:14.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SLOOBY!! Rockzilla on MMUSA is now my favorite show... wheee... nonstop rock videos... QOTSA (Queens of the Stone Age), GC (GOOD CHARLOTTE YOU FOOL!!), NFG (New Found Glory), SP (Simple Plan), S41(who else, but SUM F4RTIE 1!!), SH (Sahara Hotnights), TD (The Donnas), TAAR (The All-American Rejects), ND (No Doubt)... **goes on endlessly; she eventually ends up making up the abbreviations...**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you like AFI? Queens of the Stone Age? **at which I nod yes** Well what about PEANUT BUTTER SANDWICHES!? We're serving 'em all up for you on IMX today, but you have to bring your own milk." Seven with a T, other wise known as Steven from IMX, stock market that rox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NPT (no pants tueday) full of quests and nonsense&lt;br&gt;and a shit load of funny shit, i like using the&lt;br&gt;word quest...http://www.nopantstuesday.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ItalyGirl189/quizzes/What%20Online%20Comic%20that%20I%20read%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;What Online Comic that I read are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  why are you up this early?   &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  LoL   &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  I am sick. and there is nothing else to do. why are YOU up this early (PS I'm usually on at seven, anyways if we have np school...) &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  im sickee too   &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  ::siGh::   &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  it sux, first day of vacation, we can't go anywhere&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  haha   &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  well we shouldnt be anyways   &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  uts good friday   &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  so? &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  jesus died on the cross today   &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  ew should be praying   &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  we**   &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  **blesses herself** &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  haha   &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  so wat are you doing?   &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  not much, you know those fan fics i was reading, I went to the GC section, and all of them were about twincest... there were, like, two that weren't about it... &lt;br /&gt; LiLxMiZuNdAsToOd:  haha   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...**ssshhh** but I ended up reading the twincest fan fiction anyways... couldn't help myself... I'm a sick GC fan girl anyways... but not that sick. I ate cereal for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**By the Way, Twincest fan fiction is about Joel and Benji falling in love with each other and... uh... groos things happen... yeah. To read the twincest fan fics, go to fandomination.com and click around for the Good Charlotte pages...**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now lip synching to TAAR song, Worry. I can't sing because my sister will yell at me, hich will wake up my dad, which will get e in trouble. **sigh** see how destructive singing can be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-92843699?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92843699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92843699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92843699' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-92808975</id><published>2003-04-17T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T17:42:08.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> LiLxbaByReBeL19:  oooo oooo meow &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  I got the ribbit out of the box &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  I HATE U , j/k &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  I LOVE U, j/k &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  yes, the giraffe is scratching me. what the hell? &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  good ie byebye papaya stinking papaya &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  this is ashanis cousin shehan &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  bye bye &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  hahahah &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  BURP &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  o excuse me &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  There is no excuse for you &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  YES THERE IS &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  theres no excuse 4 u &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  THE MUSHROOM ATE MY HOMEWORK!! &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  LAUREN! FOREIGN! &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  thats my excuse ^_^ &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  you have weird eyes &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  ur odd like a todd &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  and not even like a steven &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  ur a boygirl &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  I DONT FEAR PAPAYA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!i fear none-U FEAR ME MUAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  you mean boygirlgirl &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  u need brain surgery &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  i rule you. &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  u rule poop &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  You spelled "You" wrong, YOU need brain surgery &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  u do &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  u fear papayas ur a cookoo clock &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  atleat i have 10 fingers----------u only have 1 toe &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  atleast* &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  one toe and nine others &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  olp suks &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  its  &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  o=odd &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  l=losers &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  p=play with themselves &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  O: okay &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  L: let's &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  P: pee &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  pee by yourself &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  tee hee. I do, already &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  u sick demented person &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  goodie for u &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  yes, it is very good for me. &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  go eat a banana &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  I don't have any bananas &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  HAHAHHAHA &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  u look like earwax &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  thank you very much &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  earwax fears papayas &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  and you look like a computer screen &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  ur a slow donnie &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  slooby &lt;br /&gt; LiLxbaByReBeL19:  gotta go--------------------------------never to talk to you again u pile of earwax &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  okay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-92808975?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92808975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92808975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92808975' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-92805105</id><published>2003-04-17T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T16:02:53.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are a cube of Dew.&lt;br /&gt;You are a veteran of the soda business. You know&lt;br&gt;not to fuck around when it comes to a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/TheMestUp/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20soda%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;What kind of soda are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slooby. I've been listening to the same song for about fifteen, twenty minutes now, tee hee. It's Too Fast For Love (I'm pretty sure it's a cover) by the Donnas. Kick ass. TOO FAST!! TOO FAST FOR LOVE!! Too fast, we're too fast for love!! TOO FAST!! TOO FAST FOR LOVE!! Too fast, we're too fast for love!! TOO FAST!! TOO FAST FOR LOVE!! Too fast, we're too fast for love!! TOO FAST!! TOO FAST FOR LOVE!! Too fast, we're too fast for love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee! and Then the song starts all over again because it's on repeat... tee hee. so damn cool. doo doo doo do doo do doo do do do do do do... **yes, that is my mouth rendition of the guitar thing at the start...**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-92805105?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92805105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92805105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92805105' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-92803437</id><published>2003-04-17T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T15:25:26.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHEE!! I got my beloved CDs back.. Seriously, I luuuuuuurve them... Tsunami Bomb, Box Car Racer, Good Charlotte, Tsunami Bomb, Simple Plan, Good Charlotte, The Donnas, New Found Glory, New Found Glory, Sum 41, Sum 41, The All-American Rejects, Sahara Hotnights, The Donnas, No Doubt, No Doubt, No Doubt... Pure bliss when I'm listening to them... Geez, just because I get one AVERAGE grade, I have them all taken away. My happiness. Godammit, Michael got a fricking D (well, I think it was, but I can't remember...) and he doesn't get anything taken awya from him.. Dang, if he was my son, I'd confiscate his guitar... That'd show him... His new guitar.. he has three, I think, one acoustic and two electric. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elvia is very jealous that Alyssa and I are going to a Good Charlotte/New Found Glory concert this summer... tee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-92803437?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92803437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92803437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92803437' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-92802956</id><published>2003-04-17T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T15:14:14.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Written yesterday around eight o' clock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;GROWL!!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get off from school at 12:30 tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;We have a retreat, so we don't have any classes, just stuff like Art the whole day&lt;br /&gt;I get my CDs back tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lotsa online time tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;My mom finally took me shopping for... needed things... **that means underwear, people**&lt;br /&gt; OOH!! OHH!! GOOD CHARLOTTE POSTER!! IN NEW YM!! WITH ASHTON KUTCHER ON IT!! WHEE!!! AND PIERRE BOUVIER DID THE WHEN I WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL ,THING!! WHEE!&lt;br /&gt;Easter Break starts Thursday at 12:30&lt;br /&gt;the only homework we have is english, write a poem, and math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wait until tomorrow for a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;My CDs will go away when school comes.&lt;br /&gt;we have homework over vacation. &lt;br /&gt;We only get one friggin week for spring break, dammit&lt;br /&gt;I think Steven is pissed at me. And it sucks, because he's the only other guy friend I have, other than Michael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's pretty much all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEE!! After I bought my copy of the new YM (THANX ADELITA FOR LETTING ME SEE ALL THE PRETTIFUL ARTICLES ON SUM F4RTIE 1 AND THE DONNS ND THE POSTER AND STERFF!!), I cut out all of the stuff I wanted, bought some tape, got out all of the articles on my fave bands and pictures I printed out and taped them all to the ceiling above my bed so I can lay there and stare at the &lt;marquee&gt;joelandstevo32andpierreandbenjiandbillyandpaulanddonnacanddonnaaanddonnaranddonnafanddaveandjeffandchuckandsebastienandderyckanddaveandconeandgwenstefani-y goodness...&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**insert demented sigh only a fan girl can make** he he, me and Leah wrote up a list of really hot guys... "Joel" was the name written over a hundred times... and we made lots of people do it, Elizabeth, Adelita, Krysta (twice), me (twice) , Ashani, and Leah (twice). And I think that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had El Pollo Loco for dinner ^_^ tee hee. All I ate was the chicken and macaroni and cheese and a whole mess of ketchup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me. Joel puts ketchup on everything. That's what I heard, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He he... I made Michael werite "Joel is a sexy bitch." on the list... But don't worry, Lia, he wrote, (but Lia is sexier!!!) under it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/savley137/1050522900_picsboxers.jpg" border="0" alt="Boxers!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Boxers! You are a happy individual who likes to be&lt;br&gt;comfortable. You are happy with who you are and&lt;br&gt;change your ways for no one. You also tend to&lt;br&gt;be a bit COCKy at times, but that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/savley137/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20Underwear%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of Underwear are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He he... They spelled congratulations wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I like the band name suggestion Broken Princess... Do you? I'm gonna go off and write a song... Mosh Pit of One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In The Last 48 Hours, Have You:&lt;br /&gt;01. Cried: nope&lt;br /&gt;02. Bought something: soda, from class&lt;br /&gt;03. Gotten sick: that depends of what.&lt;br /&gt;04. Sang: yes, I was just singing in the car on the way home... (Hey, it was Tsunami Bomb ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;05. Eaten: uh, hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;06. Been kissed: noop&lt;br /&gt;07. Felt stupid: sorta&lt;br /&gt;09. Wanted to tell someone you loved them, but didn't: forty eight hours? Maybe if you tried "since you were born" you'd get a yes&lt;br /&gt;10. Met someone new: no&lt;br /&gt;14. Talked to someone you have a crush on: I talked to my poster of GC... does that count?&lt;br /&gt;15. Had a serious talk: yes, with Steven after I yelled, "STEVEN!! STOP MOLESTING FERDINEL!!" at him...&lt;br /&gt;16. Missed someone: I miss... no one right now.&lt;br /&gt;17. Hugged someone: yeah, Jackie&lt;br /&gt;18. Fought with your parents: I'm not sure...&lt;br /&gt;19. Dreamed about someone you can't be with: hmmm... celebrity... yeah. But once I gain my rock star status, when we're both older and nobody else wants him ^_^ I can have him ^_^ tee hee&lt;br /&gt;Social Life: &lt;br /&gt;01. Best girl friends: uh. lots of people, Alyssa, Kathryn, Ashani, Kirsten, Stephanie, Krysta, Jessica, Anne, (hard to believe) Mrs. Millard (hey!! she counts, too!!) Adelita, Lee Anne, Kamille, Karla, Elvia, Sammy **goes on forever because she includes everyone**&lt;br /&gt;02. Best guy friends: M,ichael and DSteven. Before he got mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;03. Boyfriend/Girlfriend: noope&lt;br /&gt;04. If no, current dating partner: n/a&lt;br /&gt;05. Hobbies: sterff, being mean...&lt;br /&gt;06. Pager: nope&lt;br /&gt;07. Are you center of attention or the wallflower: both, t times&lt;br /&gt;08. What type automobile do you drive: my mom drives one that works...&lt;br /&gt;09. What type automobile do you wish you drove: uh... a big fancy one with a hard to spell name. Those are the best ^_^&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you rather be with friends or on a date: depends who&lt;br /&gt;11. Where is the best hangout: the mall... Attack people in giant alligator costumes...&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you have a job: no&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you attend church: I believe God is omnipresent. You don't need to go to a building top celebrate Mass (People, that means no because I am lazy and not that religious...)&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you like being around people: what people?&lt;br /&gt;Who: &lt;br /&gt;01. Have you known the longest: my mom. Since I came out of her ^_^ that sounds sort of wrong...&lt;br /&gt;02. Do you argue the most with: Yes. Grigor, stupid, ignorant, poseur wannabe Grigor.&lt;br /&gt;03. Do you always get along with: Michael, hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;04. Is the most trustworthy: hmmm. I know Michael won't lie to me because I won't lie to him. No. I just can't trust anyone... so that's a no one... tee hee&lt;br /&gt;05. Makes you laugh the most: Angel from To Dead Petals&lt;br /&gt;06. Has been there through all the hard times: my mom&lt;br /&gt;07. Always has a man/woman: uh. people/&lt;br /&gt;08. Is the most sensitive: a sensitive person&lt;br /&gt;09. Has the coolest parents: ME!!&lt;br /&gt;10. Has the coolest siblings: i dunno&lt;br /&gt;11. Is the most blunt: Dull? hmm. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;12. Is the shyest: hAhA .. Lexi, this girl in Pre K&lt;br /&gt;13. Is the most outgoing: Justin&lt;br /&gt;14. Is most Rebellious: hmm. Me and Alyssa practically never follow the rules (partly because we don't pay attention...)&lt;br /&gt;15. Is most conservative: Thomas&lt;br /&gt;16. Is most likely to become famous: ME!! and To Dead Petals!!&lt;br /&gt;17. Is most likely to become rich: ME!! and To Dead Petals!!&lt;br /&gt;18. Is most likely to wind up in jail: uh... ME!! and To Dead Petals!! (no, I swear, we'd get in trouble for not paying attantion or something...)&lt;br /&gt;19. Is most likely to have a million kids: uh... Iunno&lt;br /&gt;20. Always wears a smile: I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;21. Is the smartest:"lor?" Dude, Kirtsen, I'm anything but smart... &lt;br /&gt;22. Who has the biggest attitude: heh. I dunno&lt;br /&gt;23. Without thinking about it, who do you think would die for you: **cannot do this without thinking**&lt;br /&gt;24. Complains The Least: Kathryn, and I admire her for that **Kathryn feels special**&lt;br /&gt;25. Biggest flirt: I dunno, probably the guys who think they're cool... Thomas, Justin, Edward R., Michael...&lt;br /&gt;26. Needs a good man/woman: everyone needs the love ^_^&lt;br /&gt;27. Never ever Betrayed you: I DON'T know **GIR imitation...**&lt;br /&gt;Personal: &lt;br /&gt;01. Who is your role model: Good Charlotte, Sharon Osbourne **hey, cool mom...**, other people...&lt;br /&gt;02. What are your pet peeves: I can't stand ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;03. Have you ever been in love: hell no, I'm only thirteen&lt;br /&gt;04. Have you ever liked someone you had no chance with: just my crushes ^_^&lt;br /&gt;05. Have you ever cried over the opposite sex: \if they didn't love me? Joel loves me for loving him... At least I say so...&lt;br /&gt;06. Do you have a "type" of person you always go after: I like the funny guys who are really romantic and sterff&lt;br /&gt;07. Have you ever lied to your best friend(s): yeah, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;08. Ever wanted to get revenge on someone because they hurt you:yes! wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever said I love you to a significant other: noop&lt;br /&gt;11. Rather be dumper or dumped: I don't care, if I started to hate him I'd dump him...&lt;br /&gt;12. Rather have a relationship or a "hookup": relationship&lt;br /&gt;13. Want someone you don't have right now: crush... crush... and the last crush&lt;br /&gt;14. Ever liked your best guy/girl friend: nope&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you want to get married: maybe. To Jordan Pundik.&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you want kids: With Joel Madden.&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you believe in psychics: eh, sorta&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you believe you know the person whom you will marry at this point in time: Know of? Yes. I will be married sto Stevo 32, Joel Madden, and Jordan Pundik (yes, all at once, and Alyssa will be Jordan Pundik's other wife ^_^* we agreed...) all at once. When no one wants them anymore because they're old and we're finally of age&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your favorite part of your physical appearance: I like spiky hair ^_^ tee hee...&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your favorite part of your emotional being: not sure&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you happy with you?: myslef... hmm..  have some things I'd like to change, but I'm not as in to complaining and being pesssimistic as Kirsten is. **STOP FAKINHG IT!!**&lt;br /&gt;22. Are you happy with your life: Some thing's I want to change, but very few&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you depressed right now? **Dammit Kirsten, stop being a drama queen** no&lt;br /&gt;24. If you could change something in your life right now, what would it be: "every single damn thing: lyke changing da past, getting mai parents nd dere families togetha, getting out of dis ghetto skewl, having him, being a perfect student, being lYked, etc. . . . but . . . we all kant hab dat now can we? because in our dreams, we can make wat we want to happen, but in reality, ish juss a piece of shyt we hab to live with until heaven..ugh." Kirsten Stop trying to be emo Kirsten, it doesn't make you look good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, written today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was our retreat, and we did all this happy religious community stuff. We made a machine (ours was a toaster) out of ourselves. I was the lever of a toaster. Yay. So, uh, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY FUCKING SHIT!! (Godammit, she's got me saying it, too!!!!!!!!) &lt;a href="http://pookizegreat.easyjournal.com"&gt;Angel &lt;/a&gt; FECKING MET TREBLE CHARGER!!!!! I'm so jealous ^_^ SHE WENT INTO THEIR DRESSING ROOM AND GOT HER UNDERWEAR SIGNED AND EVERYTHING!! GODAMMIT, I WANT MY UNDERWEAR SIGNED BY GREIG NORI!!! I mean, I could try to get him to tell me the adresses of Sum 41's parent's housesbecause he's their manager and all... then I could go over there to stalk them... and rape Steve or something... he he... I really AM turning into Angel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-92802956?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92802956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92802956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92802956' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-92693978</id><published>2003-04-15T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T20:57:07.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>**starts singing** ENEMY! INSIDE OF ME!! ENEMY! INSIDE OF ME!! ENEMY! INSIDE OF ME!! ENEMY! INSIDE OF ME!! One caught, why can't I get them out? Their claws are wrapped around my throat and they are squeezing ti-ighter... Insanity! is coming over may! Their every wish is my command, NO WAY OUT!! ENEMY! INSIDE OF ME!! ENEMY! INSIDE OF ME!! ENEMY! INSIDE OF ME!! ENEMY! INSIDE OF ME!! **ends singing because she can't remember all of the words on the spot**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grawr. Man, Angel from To Dead Petals is really getting to me... I say what she says a whole lot... Ashani says I act just like her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gleeb. Hey, Jessica filled out the survey thing too, so go over there and read it!! YAY!! (the links right there, you just have to look... lazy... notty notty). Hee he he, Jessica says she is not a good punk ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact lenses... so... dry... must make it... to see South Park... haven't... seen it... yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a Yuki, you are beyond hopeless. Be careful&lt;br&gt;around others, and try not to think at all. You&lt;br&gt;head coultn handle a single though wihtout&lt;br&gt;imploding. I would also suggest you have all&lt;br&gt;walls in your house padded, and anything not&lt;br&gt;child safe, burned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Yukito/quizzes/How%20hopeless%20of%20an%20idiot%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;How hopeless of an idiot are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ptocheia.net/goth/index.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ptocheia.net/goth/images/J.jpg" border=none&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that in any form you'd like. You could be a DJ, you could paint, you could write, you could even code. Still, you hold whatever you do as Art. You are passionate, and you can also try too hard.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ptocheia.net/goth/index.html"&gt; What kind of goth are you?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Created by &lt;a href="http://ptocheia.livejournal.com"&gt;ptocheia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I'm not even gothic... at least I don't think I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get this result, im so sorry, you didnt even&lt;br&gt;make it in the top 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/cbabylove/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20Pervert%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;What kind of Pervert are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier new, Courier"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ptocheia.net/piss/index.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ptocheia.net/piss/images/stupid.jpg" border=none&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *looks at the current world's population* You must have a lot of frustration then.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ptocheia.net/piss/index.html"&gt; What pisses you off?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Created by &lt;a href="http://ptocheia.livejournal.com"&gt;ptocheia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/acidtongue/1036825674_opquizpure.gif" border="0" alt="pure"&gt;&lt;br&gt;pure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/acidtongue/quizzes/What's%20YOUR%20sexual%20fetish%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's YOUR sexual fetish?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm still thirteen. And anyway, virgin is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: hey&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: hi&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: What is up?&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: not much... Michael freaked me out by sining a love song or whatever to me (if you could call it that) with his girlfriend right outside the door... uh... we made crappy ass plays for the first graders and performed 'em today&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: singing**&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: I've decided I'm going to learn German.&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: And the cello&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: cool&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: yyyyyyyyyep&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: brb&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk signed off at 7:55:42 PM. &lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: okay&lt;br /&gt;Previous message was not received by LoserPunkerPunk because of error: User LoserPunkerPunk is not available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk signed on at 7:58:24 PM. &lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: back&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: okay&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: uh. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: yep&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk signed off at 8:46:20 PM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwee Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-92693978?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92693978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92693978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92693978' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-92679786</id><published>2003-04-15T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T16:18:25.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He he he, posting at the library... too many typographical errors, I'm probably annoying the guy at the computer next to me... My background works now... tee hee. He's on his cell phone, I gotta do stuff... like... useless things... Or finish the profiley things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ current worry ] That the guy next to me is going to tell me to shut up or something... tap tap tap, tap tap tap tap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last person.&lt;br /&gt;[ you touched ] my sister touched my elbow...&lt;br /&gt;[ you talked to ] my sister&lt;br /&gt;[ you hugged ] Jackie, today&lt;br /&gt;[ you instant messaged ] hmm... Jessica, I think&lt;br /&gt;[ you yelled at ] My sister&lt;br /&gt;[ you kissed ] uh, on the cheek, my grandma (perverts, I tell you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite.&lt;br /&gt;[ food ] "i like food," Angel Yes. Yes we do.&lt;br /&gt;[ drink ] hmm. I like milk.&lt;br /&gt;[ color ] black. and red. and dark pink. and dark purple. and dark...&lt;br /&gt;[ album ] a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[ candy ] I like lollipops. and gummi bears. and those gummi peach things&lt;br /&gt;[ animal ] i like giraffes&lt;br /&gt;[ tv show ] Daria, Uranium, Invader Zim, Grim and Evil, South Park, and, like, two others I can't rememeber right now&lt;br /&gt;[ movie ] Dogma&lt;br /&gt;[ dance ] "the robot. i can't do it. ha ha. or gollum's happy circle dance. *sigh of admiration* Gollum's so cool." Angel I dunno, what she said&lt;br /&gt;[ song ] Headlights on a Hand Grende, Tsunami Bomb, it has meaning&lt;br /&gt;[ vegetable ] potatoes&lt;br /&gt;[ fruit ] I Like Fruit. He he. Prozzak.&lt;br /&gt;[ cartoon ] Daria/Invader Zim/Grim and Evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you.&lt;br /&gt;[ understanding ] I didn't understand this question. He he. Just kidding, Yeah, I guess&lt;br /&gt;[ open-minded ] sometimes, I try to be&lt;br /&gt;[ arrogant ] maybe&lt;br /&gt;[ insecure ] hmmm. am I insecure? AM I INSECURE!!!??&lt;br /&gt;[ interesting ] Yeah, I guess, so&lt;br /&gt;[ random ] SLOOBY!! YAY!! I lIKE PENS!! THEY GO CLICK CLICK&lt;br /&gt;[ hungry] HMM. NO. I don't thnk so. &lt;br /&gt;[ friendly ] Let's ask. People, comment. AM I friendly?&lt;br /&gt;[ smart ] maybe... see my reports card grades, go to a later post (SCROLL DOWN PEOPLE, SCROLL DOWN!!)&lt;br /&gt;[ moody ] not right now, no&lt;br /&gt;[ childish ] sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;[ independent ] yeah, I guess&lt;br /&gt;[ hard working ] that depends, on what?&lt;br /&gt;[ organized ] at school, yeah. at home, no&lt;br /&gt;[ healthy ] Looking? yes&lt;br /&gt;[ emotionally stable ] **breaks down and cries** I DON'T KNOW!!&lt;br /&gt;[ shy ]no, not really, only when people are around **shifty eyes** just kidding, just around people I don't know all too well&lt;br /&gt;[ difficult ] that depends&lt;br /&gt;[ attractive ] no, I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;[ bored easily ] yes, but then again, I'm amsused easily too&lt;br /&gt;[ messy ] yes&lt;br /&gt;[ thirsty ] right now? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;[ responsible ] yes&lt;br /&gt;[ obsessed ] with what? Joel? Jordan Pundik? Stevo32? MAYBE ^_^&lt;br /&gt;[ angry ] with what? everything? yes. I suppose&lt;br /&gt;[ sad ] Only when I'm sad. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;[ happy} only when I'm happy ^_^&lt;br /&gt;[ hyper ] **twitches a whole lot, then does a backflip**&lt;br /&gt;[ trusting ] with who!?&lt;br /&gt;[ talkative ] sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[ legal ] ly blonde? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who do you want to.&lt;br /&gt;[ kill ] ehhh, Hugh Heffner, Avril (DE AVRIL!! DEAVRIL!! **Alyssa rips out pictures of her in my magazines and burns them**)&lt;br /&gt;[ slap ]"Everyone. it's fun. ON THE ASS! tee hee hee," aNGEL&lt;br /&gt;[ get really wasted with ] Sum 41, that'd be fun&lt;br /&gt;[ get high with ] nobody&lt;br /&gt;[ tickle ] tee hee. My crushes&lt;br /&gt;[ kiss] my crushes&lt;br /&gt;[ look like ] Brody Armstrong, Agent M.,Oobliette Sparks, Hmmm... that lady who workds at Hot Topic... Brandy was her name, I think, except a lot taller&lt;br /&gt;[ talk to offline ] everyone in my favorite bands (yes, that includes To Dead Petals... haven't spoken to Tizzy yet)&lt;br /&gt;[ talk to online ] again, everyone in my favorite bands (yes, that includes To Dead Petals... haven't spoken to Tizzy yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-92679786?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92679786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92679786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92679786' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-92623335</id><published>2003-04-14T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T19:32:52.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday, 13 April, 2003 6:53:55 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you guys, really sorry about not posting yesterday when I &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; online... My mom had been really evil and made me get offline after thirty nine minutes. Damn, I still had six minutes. And she was the one who was online for half of that, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. I forgot about all of the enhanced CDs I had, so I put them on. The Donnas' one was double cool with knobs, Good Charlotte the best of them all ("I'm the bass player. No one ever has a crush on the bass player..." Paul **hey, I sorta do!! On Paul and that guy from The All-American Rejects... prettiful prettiful eyes...** "Everyone laughs AT Paul, never with him." Everyone except Paul... sad  ^_^*). But I didn't expect Paul's voice to be that low. Joel's voice was so smooth, you could tell it was him... Or at least I could anyway ^_^,  Simple Plan rocked, and Tsunami Bomb,&lt;i&gt; tres, tres, tres bon plus les grande&lt;/i&gt; knobs!! **Giggles, because French rocks socks**. I saw the No Doubt one for Rock Steady, but it was really slow, so I didn't bother with seeing the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably put this up at the library, which is where I'm going tomorrow. Dammit, I wanna check out a book on... uh... stuff. Actually, I have no idea what I want to borrow... Oh never mind, I wnat that book on HTML so my site won't look like &lt;i&gt;merde&lt;/i&gt; anymore **laughs ignorantly, for she probably looks like a French poseur right now**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, we're not even supposed to be liking the French right now... Oh well. I only knew all of those French words because I was rereading my copy of On the Bright Side, I'm now the Girlfriend of a Sex God, by Louise Rennison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to have perfect posture, but it really hurts having to sit up so straight. I am going to slouch now. Crap, it hurts even more because I sorta got used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a poor hobo. But I live in an apartment and I'm a girl, so I'm not a homeless boy. Yes, yes, that IS what hobo stands for. My hair is long ^_^ tee hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, about my field trip I took last Wednesday, it was called, Swing, Swing, You Sinners. It was about true love and whatever. He he, while we were leaving the parking lot, these tossers from Saint Diddicus (/Diddisux) flashed us the Loser sign on their foreheads... Elizabeth and Adelita (who were closest to the window **we were carpooling with Stephanie and her mom**) flipped them off... We passed Michael's house on the way to Alemany, and we were all pointing at it and stuff... well, all of us in the back seat, at least (me, Adelita, and Elizabeth) and saying, "Look, it's Michael's house..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well I think it's time for me to get off the computer now. Wait, lemme tell you I changed my Wallpaper to the Donnas and my screensaver to Simple Plan. I changed my Wallpaper to the Donnas and my screensaver to Simple Plan. There ^_^. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:27:58 PM  Monday, 14 April, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slobbity doobity doo. Yes, yes, I did go to the library, and no, I did not get to post this there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He he he he. I'm eating a Klondike Bar. Yay. My feet are cold. It's funny, I'm wearing a tank top and socks (and underwear, you perv).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Raaainnning... RAIN!! RAIN RAIN!! I LOVE RAIN!! RAIN IS FUN!! RAIN RAIN RAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloob. My hands are stickety. Maybe you shouldn't eat  ice cream with your hands. Especially if you broke off all the hard chocolate bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, look, I stole these profiles from Angel who stole them from someone else!! **insert evil laugh**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// series one - you&lt;br /&gt;-- Name: Lauren Jade Castillo/ Lorelei Natalie Weather&lt;br /&gt;-- Birth date: March 21&lt;br /&gt;-- Birthplace: In a hospital, in a room&lt;br /&gt;-- Current Location: in front of my computer &lt;br /&gt;-- Eye Color: brown, but I have green contact lenses (and, yes, they are prescription)&lt;br /&gt;-- Hair Color: brown with black roots (I stopped dying it a while ago)&lt;br /&gt;-- Righty or Lefty: right &lt;br /&gt;-- Zodiac Sign: Aries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// series two - describe&lt;br /&gt;-- Your heritage: Philipino and Irish&lt;br /&gt;-- The shoes you wore today: My school shoes&lt;br /&gt;-- Your hair: Uh, how do I put this? up to  the bottom of my ribs (or bottom of my boob but whatever)&lt;br /&gt;-- Your eyes: messed up. I like to read in the dark ^_^&lt;br /&gt;-- Your weakness?: My three crushes ^_^&lt;br /&gt;-- Your fears: People dying. My cats dying. My turtles dying.&lt;br /&gt;-- Your perfect pizza: "lots of cheese and pepperoni. and it should come with dancing creatures in tutus." Angel. ExACTLY!!&lt;br /&gt;-- One thing you'd like to achieve: Rock Star Status&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// series three - what is&lt;br /&gt;-- Your most overused phrase on aim: lol, or lopl if you're Jessica or me&lt;br /&gt;-- Your thoughts first waking up: Hmm. I want a ferret.&lt;br /&gt;-- The first feature you notice in the opposite(or same) sex: Hair and humor&lt;br /&gt;-- Your best physical feature: Um... The daycare teacher said I had prettiful lips and eyes. I wonder why she was looking at them...&lt;br /&gt;-- Your bedtime: like, ten, if South Park isn't a rerun&lt;br /&gt;-- Your greatest accomplishment: ability to actually fall asleep with Deryck Whibley screaming in ear.&lt;br /&gt;-- Your most missed memory: Hmm. Actually liking going to my grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// series four - you prefer&lt;br /&gt;-- Pepsi or coke: "pepsi. coke sucks. grawr." Angel Took the words right out of my mouth. Except for the Grawr part.&lt;br /&gt;-- McDonald's or Burger King: Neither, In and Out or Tommie's, baby!!&lt;br /&gt;-- Single or group dates: group dates, it's more fun stalking people in groups...&lt;br /&gt;-- Adidas or Nike: Adidas&lt;br /&gt;-- Lipton or Nestea: I like iced tea. I guess Lipton because of the raspberriness...&lt;br /&gt;-- Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate ice cream. Good...&lt;br /&gt;-- Cappuccino or coffee: neither&lt;br /&gt;-- Boxers or briefs: I like boxers ^_^ I don't wear 'em, but I like guys to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// series five - do you&lt;br /&gt;-- Smoke: nooopp&lt;br /&gt;-- Cuss: sorta&lt;br /&gt;-- Sing well: Yes, I am lead singer in the band, which is crappy ass because I'm supposed to be going to other people's house to get music and crap together, but I don't.&lt;br /&gt;-- Take a shower everyday: I like showers. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;-- Have a crush(es): yes, but only three... Stevo32, Jordan Pundik, and Joel Madden, yayness.&lt;br /&gt;-- who are they: see above answer&lt;br /&gt;-- Do you think you've been in love: nope&lt;br /&gt;--want to go to college: yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Like school: some parts yes, others, no&lt;br /&gt;-- Want to get married: maybe&lt;br /&gt;-- Type w/ your fingers keys: come again?&lt;br /&gt;-- Believe in yourself: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;-- Get motion sickness: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Think you're attractive: Not really&lt;br /&gt;-- Think you're a health freak: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Get along with your parents: not really, but yeah I guess&lt;br /&gt;-- Like thunderstorms: Yes (whee!!)&lt;br /&gt;-- Play an instrument: uh, my voice counts, right? I want to learn drums and bass, though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// series six - in the past month, did/have you&lt;br /&gt;-- Drank alcohol: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Smoke(d): no&lt;br /&gt;-- Done a drug: nope&lt;br /&gt;-- Have Sex: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Made Out: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Go on a date: "AHAHAHAHA-yes.... sort of. if by date you mean try to run away with two people who wanna fuck me, and then gt scared one would die, and start a really bad relationship with a total fucking freak, then yes."no, because Dave doesn't count ^_^&lt;br /&gt;-- Go to the mall?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: no, I don't like the cream in the Oreos&lt;br /&gt;-- Eaten sushi: yes, but I don't really like much except California rolls&lt;br /&gt;-- Been on stage: I think so&lt;br /&gt;-- Been dumped: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone skating: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Made homemade cookies: yes, I bought a package and made them out home&lt;br /&gt;-- Been in love: noo&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone skinny dipping: nope&lt;br /&gt;-- Dyed your hair: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Stolen anything: yes, BUT BY ACCIDENT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// series seven - have you ever&lt;br /&gt;-- Played a game that required removal of clothing?: no&lt;br /&gt;-- If so, was it mixed company: n/a&lt;br /&gt;-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: "o, i've tried tho. me and tizzy drank an entire bottle of vodka straight and we didn't evenm get a buzz. *sigh* stupid high alcohol tolerance..." Angel No&lt;br /&gt;-- Been caught "doing something": no, but that depends as what "doing something" means&lt;br /&gt;-- Been called a tease: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Gotten beaten up: "ope, but that proby won't last long either. unless you mean by my cat. he kicks the shit outta me all the time. seriously. AND THE MIDGETS MADE ME FALL! GAH!" Angel, so true, but no&lt;br /&gt;-- Shoplifted: accidentally...&lt;br /&gt;-- If so, did you get caught: noo&lt;br /&gt;--Changed who you were to fit in: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// series eight - the future&lt;br /&gt;-- Age you hope to be married: I dunno&lt;br /&gt;-- Numbers and Names of Children: I dunno&lt;br /&gt;-- Descibe your Dream Wedding: hmmm... I want Gwen Stefani's dress...&lt;br /&gt;-- How do you want to die: old and in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;-- What do you want to be when you grow up: really famous and loved by sad little poseurs who think they're hardcore when they listen to my badn but in all reality my band is the only punk band they like&lt;br /&gt;-- What country would you most like to visit: Canadia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// series nine - opposite(same) sex&lt;br /&gt;-- Best eye color?: green is prettiful&lt;br /&gt;-- Best hair color?: I like hair. I like red. &lt;br /&gt;-- Short or long hair?: On guys, short, on girls, depends&lt;br /&gt;-- Best height: Around mine, so I can see them properly&lt;br /&gt;-- Best weight: I don't mind, as long as theyre not a toothpick&lt;br /&gt;-- Best articles of clothing: Studded belts are prettiful&lt;br /&gt;-- Best first date location: the mall, where you can stalk people&lt;br /&gt;-- Best first kiss location: where you are able to kiss someone, derr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// series ten - number of&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of girls I have kissed in my life: none&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of girls you have made out with: none&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of girlfriends you've had: um, none&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of boys I have kissed: hmm... I dunno. No, I'm just saying that, NOOOOONE&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of boyfriends you've had: serious ones: none&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of drugs taken illegally: none. Legally? none.&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of people I could trust with my life: hmm. maybe, four&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of CDs that I own: like, twenty three AND ALL TAKEN AWAY BY MY "MOTHER" THANK YOU VERY MUCH&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of piercings: just my ears. but I want them triple pierced, not just once on each ear&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of tattoos: none&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: eh, none&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of scars on my body: one on my knee, and one oin my thigh (damn you hot oven)&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of things in my past that I regret: maybe one, but I don't remember, so i'll just say none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current.&lt;br /&gt;[ current clothes ] tank top, socks, pajama bottoms, inderwear&lt;br /&gt;[ current mood ] not good. CDs!! I MISS YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;[ current music ] I want to listen to either Sum Fartie Wun or Sahara Hotnights. Or, right now, the heater&lt;br /&gt;[ current taste ] spit&lt;br /&gt;[ current make-up ] **sings off key** makeup is anoooother way oooof coinformiiiity, so I doo nooot weearr make uuuppp **bows**&lt;br /&gt;[ current hair ] down&lt;br /&gt;[ current annoyance ] I'm almost done withall my online time&lt;br /&gt;[ current smell ] air&lt;br /&gt;[ current thing i ought to be doing ] getting offline&lt;br /&gt;[ current desktop picture ] The Donnas&lt;br /&gt;[ current favorite group] Tsunami Bomb, but there are a lot of 'em&lt;br /&gt;[ current book you're reading] herrm. Re reading the second Georgia Nicolson book&lt;br /&gt;[ current cd in cd player] last CD I played, Tsunami Bomb, the Ultimate Escape. It's empty now&lt;br /&gt;[ current movie in vcr] hmm. something my mom taped&lt;br /&gt;[ current color of toenails ] natural, but I wanna do it checkerboard&lt;br /&gt;[ current refreshment ] I want milk (again) I have to get offline, all the rest are Angel's responses (BTW, she's punkerloserpunk)&lt;br /&gt;[ current worry ] That I'm gonna get kicked out of my school, that's i';m gonna die a virgin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last person.&lt;br /&gt;[ you touched ] grawr, myself ;)&lt;br /&gt;[ you talked to ] Syd's guy friend that scares me&lt;br /&gt;[ you hugged ] Tizzy (she was afraid, i kept doing it to scare her)&lt;br /&gt;[ you instant messaged ] Syd's guy friend that scares me&lt;br /&gt;[ you yelled at ] Proby my mother&lt;br /&gt;[ you kissed ] back on new Year's Day when Paz molested me. but that was against my will. I hate kissing anyways. Shane ruined it. Stupid fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite.&lt;br /&gt;[ food ] i like food&lt;br /&gt;[ drink ] juice&lt;br /&gt;[ color ] black&lt;br /&gt;[ album ] too many to begin listing&lt;br /&gt;[ shoes ] the only pair i wear. my sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;[ candy ] all sugar is good&lt;br /&gt;[ animal ] cats&lt;br /&gt;[ tv show ] lots.&lt;br /&gt;[ movie ] lotr:fotr and lotr:ttt&lt;br /&gt;[ dance ] the robot. i can't do it. ha ha. or gollum's happy circle dance. *sigh of admiration* Gollum's so cool.&lt;br /&gt;[ song ] too many&lt;br /&gt;[ vegetable ] potatos. or carrots. or celery. or brocolli. or cauliflower. i liek veggie-tables&lt;br /&gt;[ fruit ] grapes.&lt;br /&gt;[ cartoon ] underGRADS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you.&lt;br /&gt;[ understanding ] i attempt to be&lt;br /&gt;[ open-minded ] yep. if you only knew. i won't say, cos i'll get hatemail.&lt;br /&gt;[ arrogant ] rather&lt;br /&gt;[ insecure ] YES&lt;br /&gt;[ interesting ] Why of course.&lt;br /&gt;[ random ] ........*sings the Mr. Clean theme song while rubbing her gums thoughtfully*.......need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;[ hungry] right now? yeah. *takes another bite of the stale rice cake*&lt;br /&gt;[ friendly ] Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;[ smart ] other people seem to think so *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;[ moody ] YES! NO! YES! ARRRRRRRRRRGH! SHUT UP! *cries* *smiles* Oh uhhh yeah I am. A little.&lt;br /&gt;[ childish ] *babbles incoherently and drools on herself* i have the attention span of an immature htree year old.&lt;br /&gt;[ independent ] sort of&lt;br /&gt;[ hard working ] HAHAHAHAHAHAHA-no&lt;br /&gt;[ organized ] NO&lt;br /&gt;[ healthy ] well i'm not completely immobile...&lt;br /&gt;[ emotionally stable ] HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-no&lt;br /&gt;[ shy ] only when i first meet people in person&lt;br /&gt;[ difficult ] oh the stories mother could tell. the onmly reason me and tizz are friends is because neither of us would apologise after a fight we had in kindergarden and the situation got so bad our parents had to meet. they became friends, and we caved in. 10 years strong.&lt;br /&gt;[ attractive ] HAHAHAHAHAHA-no&lt;br /&gt;[ bored easily ] sort of&lt;br /&gt;[ messy ] yeah. i consider my room clean as long as I can partially see the floor. &lt;br /&gt;[ thirsty ] a little&lt;br /&gt;[ responsible ] for some things &lt;br /&gt;[ obsessed ] *coughLOOKATMYGODAMNEDEMAILSTUPIDFUCKScough*&lt;br /&gt;[ angry ] naw. make looooooooooove, not waaaaaaaaaaar maaaaaaaaan.&lt;br /&gt;[ sad ] only when i'm depressed *grins*&lt;br /&gt;[ happy ] *dances about singing Goldfinger*&lt;br /&gt;[ hyper ] *twitchjumpblinkblinktwitch* NO! NOT ATALL!GRAWR!HEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHE! *twitch*&lt;br /&gt;[ trusting ] too much for my own good&lt;br /&gt;[ talkative ] at times&lt;br /&gt;[ legal ] *grin* depends, how old are YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who do you want to.&lt;br /&gt;[ kill ] avril lavigne, george bush, and various other pop stars and politicians&lt;br /&gt;[ slap ] everyone. it's fun. ON THE ASS! tee hee hee&lt;br /&gt;[ get really wasted with ] Sum 41. They'd be fun.&lt;br /&gt;[ get high with ] nobody&lt;br /&gt;[ tickle ] everyone&lt;br /&gt;[ kiss] *grin* various... people...&lt;br /&gt;[ look like ] *thinks* Bif Naked, Brody Armstrong, P!nk... one of them&lt;br /&gt;[ talk to offline ] lots of people! &lt;br /&gt;[ talk to online ] Read above answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-92623335?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92623335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92623335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92623335' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-92541023</id><published>2003-04-13T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T13:39:32.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PALM SUNDAY TODAY!! i GOTTA GET OFFLINE NOW!! SORRY!! FOR ALL OF THE... UMM... BAD GRAMMAR., BUT mY MOM IS BEING SORTA EVIL NOW SO YEAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-92541023?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92541023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92541023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92541023' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-92487131</id><published>2003-04-12T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T08:36:00.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Report Cards came yesterday. My crappy ass grades are here for your laughing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion, was a 98, now an 80. Goodbye honor roll, hello C.&lt;br /&gt;Reading/Lit. was a 90, now an 85. B-&lt;br /&gt;Language, was a 92, now a 97. Yay. I feel the joy.&lt;br /&gt;Spelling was a 100, now a 99. Can't be perfect all the time. Actually, can't be perfect at all.&lt;br /&gt;Math: was a 97, now a 91 (DAMN YOU ALGEBRA CLASS, DAMN YOU!!)&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies, was a 92, now a 99 (hello, honors class in high school....)&lt;br /&gt;Science, was a 93, now a 94.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the things that don't really count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE: Satifactory. Like last time, because I'm crap at volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;Art: Satisfactory (I stopped turning things in... oops...) (was an outstanding last time)&lt;br /&gt;Music, like all Good. (Suprised you, didn't I? You thought I'd get an outstanding? WELL IN YOUR FACE!!)&lt;br /&gt;Homeroom behavior: Outstanding (like the last two times ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;Homeroom Work Habits: Outstanding (read above parentheses enclosed text)&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies Behavior and Work Habits: both outstanding (last time was both good)&lt;br /&gt;Math Work Habits and Behavior: Satisfactory, and good. In that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GODAMMIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punishment for Bad Grades: Less online time (was an hour, now forty five minutes) andI can't buy CDs for a while. Godammit. (Buh bye Trble Charger CD and all of those double cool with knobs CDs I really, really, really wanted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reward for Good Grades: Me and my sister go to the library after school each day (it's actually supposed to be a punishment, but sssshhhh... they have computers over there....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I WANT to listen to Sahara Hotnights right now. But I can't because my MOM won't let ME listen to IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Jessica, I got your letter!! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got the pictures developed!! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hafta get offline now!! NO YAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-92487131?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92487131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92487131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92487131' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-92466606</id><published>2003-04-11T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T20:40:18.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/B/bornforcheerios/1050113328_stuffgcpic.jpg" border="0" alt="You are Good Charlotte!  You like to walk around town and terrorize the place with your loud self. \m/ RaWk On \m/"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Good Charlotte!  You like to walk around&lt;br&gt;town and terrorize the place with your loud&lt;br&gt;self. \m/ RaWk On \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/bornforcheerios/quizzes/What%20punk%20band%20are%20you%3F%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What punk band are you???&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-92466606?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92466606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92466606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92466606' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-92466580</id><published>2003-04-11T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T20:39:42.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LoserPunkerPunk: *points* YOU!&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: yes. ME!!&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: yay!&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: Oooooooh, look at allll the coollllllllllllloooorrrrra&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: &lt;--- is sick and possibly delerious with fever&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: oh, poor you (in a nonsarcastic way, mind you)&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: I do mind the nonsarcasticness of the nonsarcasm&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: (shhh it makes sense)&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: sure does.&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: BRB, MY NOSE IS BLEEDING&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: sorry, caps lock&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: uh, okay, back, I just shoved a cotton ball mup my nose&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: up**&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: lol&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: Why was your nose bleeding anyways?&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: hey, it works... i dunno...&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: I just get them in spring and summer a lot&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: Craaaazy&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: I haven't had a nosebleed since.........&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: *thinks hard*&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: .............. uhhhhhhhhhh............&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: Well you get the idea&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: lol&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: yeah&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: i think it stopped.&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: yeah, it did&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: yay!&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: **celebrates**&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: *celebrates as well*&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: *dances in circles*&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: **dances in... hexagons**&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: *squaredances*&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: **pentagondances**&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: uhhhhh *diamonddances*&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: Heh, that lat one's got a pretty nice ring to it&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: hmmm... **nonagondances**&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: LMFAO&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: ummmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: *triangle dances*&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: (well clapping her hands!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: *while&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: **hectagondances while CLAPPING!!)**&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: EEEEEEEEk&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: Um&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: oooooh&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: *rectangular-prism dances while singing a hick song*&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: lmao... ermm... **dances in a pyramid with a circle base while singing Help Me by Time Maas**&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: *conedances with her arms and legs flailing wildly and singing Green Day 'Walking Contradiction'*&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: hm. dammit. I can't think of anything else. Oh, nvm **rectangular prism dances while screaming the last verse to Bitch Princess, Drama Queen**&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: *bows* You win&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: Yay!&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: let's try not to think about polar bears.&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: Have you ever watched an episode of Bear in the Big Blue House?&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: His eyebrows are funny&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: nope&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: but it soudns scary&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: yes... his house is so big... and blue...&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: frightful&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: yes.&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: wheeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;LoserPunkerPunk: brb&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: okay&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: uh, I know you're not there, but I g2g now, sorry, bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WON!! I WON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xm eli KEG irlzx: i hab tu tell u sumtin&lt;br /&gt;xm eli KEG irlzx: i lub ......&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: yes, ......, is totally hot.&lt;br /&gt;xm eli KEG irlzx: yeah tsunami bomb&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: yep&lt;br /&gt;xm eli KEG irlzx: ok&lt;br /&gt;xm eli KEG irlzx: bye&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: bye&lt;br /&gt;xm eli KEG irlzx: i kno u r but wat am i&lt;br /&gt;xm eli KEG irlzx: sorry&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: it's okay...&lt;br /&gt;xm eli KEG irlzx: bich&lt;br /&gt;xm eli KEG irlzx: sorry&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: yes. turrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-92466580?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92466580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92466580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92466580' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-92466509</id><published>2003-04-11T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T20:37:42.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're song is 'Dreamer' by Ozzy Osbourne.  You&lt;br&gt;want peace and love to reign supreme. And you&lt;br&gt;wish the world was better.  You're very&lt;br&gt;sensitive and take everything to heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/UnoUwantme/quizzes/What%20badass%20song%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;What badass song are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-92466509?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92466509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92466509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92466509' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-92463868</id><published>2003-04-11T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T19:36:17.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. I wonder if South Park is on on Fridays. I have decided (once more) to change the background abd stuff to Invader Zim. And GIRs on the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-92463868?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92463868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92463868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92463868' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-92407539</id><published>2003-04-10T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T21:37:17.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;GODAMMIT!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, nbot Jason this time, it was my family's housekeeper person (she comes every other Thursday to clean up all thecrap my family throws around the apartment... he he he he... She messed up all my CDs.... She mixed them all up with my sister's CDs, so there's Tsunami Bomb in between two stupid fricking Nsync CDs and Box Car Racer under Christina Aguilera and stuff... then she puts my TURTLE'S cage behind my bed... Geez, now I have to reorganize them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to see the new South Park yesterday. My mom made me tape some Napolean movie at ten, and that's when South Park is on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sister hung out at the public library after school, and hour after we got there these complete asses show up... take one of the chairs from our table (and these guys are really old, about forty....) and start playing f*cking Yu Gi Oh!... so they start talking about Digimon and stuff... he he he he he, I feel sorry for them... the losers... hanging out in the kids section, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Algebra, Michael sat next to me (hey, it was the only seat left) and while we were learning **snorts** he kept looking over at my note book getting thisclose to me.... geez... then I told him to move over so he gets even closer... I ended up scooching away, but then he sorta followed me... It ended up with him getting in trouble... he he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got caught not playing volleyball during PE. Dammit, I don't think Mrs. Cooley can do it, so why do we? It's not like we're all going to beome proffesional volley ball players when we grow up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/malibubarbie18/1047173666_gothbarbie.JPG" border="0" alt="gothbarbie"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Goth Barbie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/malibubarbie18/quizzes/What%20Type%20Of%20Barbie%20Are%20You%3F%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Type Of Barbie Are You???&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I wonder if Jessica could make some blinkies for our Just Plain Mean page, the one where you have to do one mean thing for the day. They could say Mean And Proud! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, I wrote a ton of stuff yesterday... And all ERASED!! Now I can't even remember what I wrote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, It was about our last field trip yesterday. We went to go and see a play at Alemany. Swing, Swing You Sinners. I'll write about it tomorrow. I gotta get off the computer... Oh yeah, uh, the Mean page is not ready for punlic yet, it's still looks crappy as hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-92407539?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92407539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92407539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92407539' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-92266019</id><published>2003-04-08T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T20:40:22.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm... Should I do something for my school's talent show? Oh, screw that, try outs are tomorrow, haven't any time to practice or decide what I want to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided the next layout will be for Butters Stotch, from South Park.... That kid's so damn cool... And anyway, Toast and Butters go together perfectly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, yeah. I ate dinner at my grandma's house because my mothe is cheap and we had to pick up my baby cousin from there, anyway. He molested me... and it's not funny.... I was just sitting there, minding my own business... then he crawls on me and squeezes... things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, new page about mean things we do to people (people meaning Michael because he believes practically everything I say...) will be added in a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slooby. Yeah, I guess I'll need some help on this, so herm. I need more friends. I think I'll need a team for the new page. Jessica? Kirsten? Lia? Elizabeth? Anyone else I know? I need help. Comment if you want to join my new page team. All you guys need to do is something a little mean to people (make someone eat a jellybean on the floor, prank call someone, stuff a jellybean into someone's calculator...) and email me for... stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mrs. Millard let me play my CDs during art again, and during the All-American Rejects CD Alberto kept trying to turn down the volume to nothingness... Then I caught him and he tried to pretend he was thorwing something away... the trash can was on the other side of the desk, so I knew he was lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. My cousin's sleeping over... uh oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermmmm... I'm thirsty. Oh, me, Jackie, Abegail, and Rachelle helped the lady, and I think her son, with the Ident-a-Kid photos things, all we did was get the people buying the pictures and cards and things to the room and escort them one by one to their classroom. And we played Simon Says to shut the kindergarten up. Good Idea, Rachelle. but Patrick said, Simon Says chas me, and off they went, screaming... disturbing other classes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Damn, I need some Jhonen Vasquez comix badly... "Did the dog send you?" He he he he he... Hey Jessica, those clothes'll be kick ass... I know Alyssa made a Bitch Princess, Drama Queen shirt for one of our songs (guess what? it's titled Bitch Princess, Drama Queen! ^_^)... Uh. Yeah., That's my two cents. What is  yours? Comment on anything. War, squirrels, tacos, ice cream, To Dead Petals, our old band name Preschool Anarchy and how cool it was... then we changed it to Stars and Spikes (and yes, we will be changing it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, okay. I need to get offline now. I need to go eat my ice cream with my hands. Yes, my hands. Hey, you can comment on that, too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-92266019?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92266019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92266019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92266019' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-92185248</id><published>2003-04-07T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T17:32:59.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hell, I hate Jason, michael C., and Victor. Just because they make fun of GC and claim rap to be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I played my CDs during art so they made fun of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad thinks Angel from To Dead Petals is a fifty year old porno man who wants to rape me... Actually, he thinks everyone I instant message and talk to on the phone is a fifty year old porno man who wants to rape me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got to go, my dad says so. Man, I hate it when he's around and I'm on the computer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-92185248?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92185248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92185248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92185248' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-92093740</id><published>2003-04-06T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T09:17:41.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. It has occurred to me I have not discussed my field trip to the Science Center that happened on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we waved at people from the bus, keeping track, 25 people waved back, and one guy honked.&lt;br /&gt;Then we got off the bus and watched a movie about chimps.&lt;br /&gt;And then we went into the museum and ran around (literally, folks, and then we got lost.)&lt;br /&gt;We went into this earthquake room. TOTALLY BORING! It shook, like, twice, and then the lady yelled at Michael for touching things in the room and told us to get out.&lt;br /&gt;And then we played with key stones (Roman empire, arches)&lt;br /&gt;and then on the balcony Michael looked down these girls shirts after we yelled at this woman to wave back at us when I was waving at her while she was eating. Then I yelled, "MY FRIEND THINKS YOU'RE HOT!!" at themm... embarrassed the hell out of Michael...&lt;br /&gt;And then we ate lunch.&lt;br /&gt;And after that we chased a squirrel ("I think Jason's trying to eat it..." me)&lt;br /&gt;We hugged a tree, "LOOK I'M A TREE HUGGER!!" me&lt;br /&gt;then the stupid rap battle... every other word Victor said was es se&lt;br /&gt;Then we got back on the bus after a teacher yelled at Jason for getting lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we went to see Miss Saigon, the play last night... Double cool with knobs... I really liked the parts with the helicopters, they looked real, and they were on a screen, too... It wouldn't have been funny if the engineer wasn't there, though... Well, I got a science test tomorrow, I need to type up the outline for two chapters (Mrs. Millard let's us use our notes, if she didn't, we'd all fail...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-92093740?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92093740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92093740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92093740' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-92046177</id><published>2003-04-05T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T08:58:11.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm... well. I'm bored. I lost the little fuzzy thing on my headphones again. Now my left ear feels pained... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I want Tsunami Bomb to be my new backgorund, but I think it'll be the mean little girl... the one on my lunch box. It broke... It was a cool lunch boz, too... with a picture of the girl kicking the guy in his pants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have everything done, BYE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-92046177?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92046177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92046177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92046177' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-92014610</id><published>2003-04-04T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T16:55:52.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>06:01:11 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;HELL YEAH!! TSUNAMI BOMB'S DOING THE WARPED TOUR THIS SUMMER!! SIMPLE PLAN, TOO!!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, Great bands goodness... Man, that'd be so cool if me and Alyssa could go to the Civic and Warped over the summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this band name's a little out there, but I think it could work for us, Mosh Pit For One. Yeah, strange... What do you guys think... Man, we need the music for Bitch Princess, Drama Queen badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:09:20 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Joel and Benji are hosting TRL today... MmMmMmMm... Joel and Benji goodness... I think I'll change the background already, I want something from a band I like so I'm having the Tsunami Bomb's wave logo be the background... so... yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gotta do stuff... So yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AaAaAaaAaAaAaaWWWW... The Anthem is being retired... Hmm... oh, well. All retired videos must've kicked ass... They have a limit on how many days they can be on the countdown... Oh well... At least it's on MMUSA still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-92014610?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92014610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/92014610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92014610' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-91879876</id><published>2003-04-02T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T17:13:09.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You lick the bottom of your shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/yayrockon/quizzes/When%20nobody's%20lookin%20you.../"&gt;When nobody's lookin you...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-91879876?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91879876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91879876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91879876' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-91810149</id><published>2003-04-01T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T17:54:26.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever stop to wonder what would happen if your dogs name was Mypenis? &lt;br /&gt;~ Mypenis ate my homework. ~&lt;br /&gt;~ Oh, no! Mypenis is foaming at the mouth! ~&lt;br /&gt;~ Sorry I'm late. I was playing with Mypenis. ~&lt;br /&gt;~ I'm sorry, Officer. I didn't realize I had to keep Mypenis on a leash. ~&lt;br /&gt;~ Mypenis doesn't come when I call it. ~&lt;br /&gt;~ Mypenis likes to crawl between the legs of guests. ~&lt;br /&gt;~ I love giving Mypenis a bath. ~&lt;br /&gt;~ At night, I sleep with Mypenis in my hands. ~ &lt;br /&gt;~ Mypenis likes it when people pet him. ~&lt;br /&gt;~ Mypenis needs to get more exercise. He weighs over fifty pounds. ~&lt;br /&gt;~ Playing with Mypenis really wears me out. ~&lt;br /&gt;~ Would you like to see a picture of Mypenis? ~&lt;br /&gt;~ Sometimes I wake up, and Mypenis is already active. ~&lt;br /&gt;~ I think Mypenis has a mind of its own. ~&lt;br /&gt;~ I keep a picture of Mypenis in my wallet. ~&lt;br /&gt;~ Whenever I get lost, Mypenis points me in the right direction. ~&lt;br /&gt;~ I think Mypenis is getting old because he won't get excited anymore. He just plays dead. ~&lt;br /&gt;~ Mypenis got out last night. I think he's sleeping with the lady next door. ~&lt;br /&gt;~ If Mypenis was a weinerdog, he would be long and hairy and hard to carry. ~&lt;br /&gt;~ Mypenis loves to chase pussies in dark alleys. ~&lt;br /&gt;~ Help! I can't find Mypenis! ~&lt;br /&gt;~ Sorry to be driving so slow, officer, but I was looking for Mypenis. ~&lt;br /&gt;~ Mypenis gets excited whenever the mailman comes. ~&lt;br /&gt;~ Sorry to be driving so fast, officer - I have to take Mypenis to the hospital ~&lt;br /&gt;~ Oh. no! Something bit Mypenis! ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!! from Angel of To Dead Petals&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-91810149?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91810149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91810149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91810149' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-91808002</id><published>2003-04-01T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T17:31:43.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol, I heard this song about this guy getting butt raped on KROQ... It was funny and was a really cool song, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!! DAMN YOU, 50 CENT!! BRAINWASHING MY SISTER INTO THINKING RAP IS COOL!! DAMN YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;I want an alligator costume... The really cool ones, too, like Hello Kitty has... I could wear it and attack people at the mall... Michael want one, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;Hmmmm... REALLY HOT GUYS!! YAY!! **mouse over for my comments on them**&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.angelfire.com/punk4/slooby/Hot_guy_who_sent_pic.bmp alt= This was from the To Dead Petals Yahoo group... "yum."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.angelfire.com/punk4/slooby/More_of_that_hot_guy.bmp alt= sAME GUY. once again, "YUM!!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.angelfire.com/punk4/slooby/image04.bmp alt=Sum41 cleaning up... he he... look at Dave's face...&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.angelfire.com/punk4/slooby/group19pants.bmp alt=mmmm... Hot Canadians in their boxers... hmmm...&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.angelfire.com/punk4/slooby/Pierre_20Red.bmp alt= Yay... Pierre.. But his nose looks a little funny in this picture...&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.angelfire.com/punk4/slooby/4.bmp alt=I wonder what Steve's holding...&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.angelfire.com/punk4/slooby/Hilarious_GC_cartoon.bmp alt=They all look sorta freaky here...&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.angelfire.com/punk4/slooby/steve6.bmp alt= everyone thinks I'm crazy for liking him... But how can you resist?&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I found a picture of all of the guys from Sum 41 in thongs, but I'm pretty sure you guys don't want to see that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at recess we talked about the little poseurs in Sixth grade with their chuck Taylors... little wannabes... THEY LIKE AVRIL!! NOOOO!! AND PRACTICALLY NOTHING ELSE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-91808002?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91808002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91808002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91808002' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-91742952</id><published>2003-03-31T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T16:48:56.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, my Internet froze on me, again. I'm tryin to do my homework, but keep getting preoccupied with other things. I guess I want to get in the most time on the computer as possible before my mom comes home.I'm really not supposed to be online today, I spent a long time online yesterday so I used up all my time. Hmm, I joined the To Dead Petals Yahoo group. Six Ninety Four changed their name,so their name is To Dead Petals now... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-91742952?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91742952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91742952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91742952' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-91673727</id><published>2003-03-30T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T16:22:56.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I went to the park today. If you could call it that, It basically meant I was forced to go to Balboa Lake and sit there for five hours while my family members talked and ate. Yes, that's right, five full hours. And what did I get from it? Sunburns. People keptr staring at me because I was wearing black jeans in, like, ninety degree weather. Everyone else was wearing shorts and stuff. There was this one lady who wore a bikini and attempted to sunbathe, but little kids kept pointing at her and parents shook their heads. All of my family were secretly wishing someone would push her into the lake or her chair would suddenly collapse and she'd fall in. But, unluckily she didn't. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, if you're looking for all the cliques and counter and stuff, They're below the tagboard now. I decided there was too much space above the ad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-91673727?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91673727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91673727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91673727' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-91608140</id><published>2003-03-29T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T08:57:54.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, so so pretty...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-91608140?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91608140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91608140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91608140' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-91605199</id><published>2003-03-29T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T07:39:44.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I &lt;i&gt;hope&lt;/i&gt; everything is pretty again &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-91605199?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91605199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91605199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91605199' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-91604319</id><published>2003-03-29T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T07:15:15.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm, it sseems to my my so called Jog proof CD player is skipping... I wonder if I still have the warranty thing.... Nope. Most likely don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slooby. I wonder if my site still looks like crap. It was looking all cool yesterday, t had Happy Bunny as a backgound and everything. Then I added all the cliques on it... Damn. It looked horrible after I added all the cliques because a lot of things didn't show up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-91604319?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91604319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91604319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91604319' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-91578481</id><published>2003-03-28T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T17:29:49.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I hope everything on the site is pretty again... I added two New Found Glory Cliques, a Good Charlotte one, and a Simple Plan one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-91578481?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91578481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91578481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91578481' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-91576488</id><published>2003-03-28T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T16:37:55.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay!! LOTSA PRETTY CLIQUES!! I would've joined 'em earlier, but most of them you have to upload the little link things somewhere, and I didn't know how to do it then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-91576488?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91576488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91576488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91576488' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-91572935</id><published>2003-03-28T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T15:12:32.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH HELL YEAH!! mY Site IS SO PRETTY now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-91572935?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91572935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91572935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91572935' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-91572812</id><published>2003-03-28T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T15:10:03.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um, slooby. No school today, there's a teacher workshop at our school. Monday, Social Studies is going to be taped and shown at our teacher's college class, so we have to be extra good during second period. Man, my sister's watching this movie from the eighties, totally crappy graphics... Lol, and it's supposed to be about this telikinetic guy, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slooby. Whee, Invader Zim quotes galore on my quotes page, read the quotes, see the show!! I think 4:30 (over here in California) every Sunday, before or after that stupid sumo wrestler show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Maybe I get to make my own background... I just need to upload stuff to Angelfire and use up bandwith!! Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; be a new layout!! YAY!! I still need to get a new tagbaord, the one right now you can't use...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a list of stuff I need to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; finish html codes for background &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; change scrollbar colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; convert link for Screamer clique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; go to Angelifre, upload all pictures needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; make up html codes for all pivtures needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; put where ever the pictures are needed there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; visit certain sites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; see if I can make some background page with HTML for people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; do my homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; watch some stuff about New Found Glory and Queens of the Stone Age on MTV2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; not speak for the whole day (going for my Nothing Matters Ghoul School badge, see &lt;a href= "http://emilystrange.com"&gt; Emily's site for Ghoul School &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; visit some site with all the color codes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; mix and match them for scrollbar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; eventually change everything on the quotes page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I got one of the fuzzy things on my headphones wet with papaya juice (I was eating a fruit bowl snacky thing and tipped it over...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, I gotta visit Angelfire and get some stuff uploaded and whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to tag-board.com and get another tagboard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convert HTML codes from the picture files and whatever...&lt;br /&gt;Visit coloryourprofyle.com's color code table and get the color numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hopefully, my background is Happy Bunny...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-91572812?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91572812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91572812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91572812' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-91526266</id><published>2003-03-27T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T20:53:28.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/riceprincess/1046387048_rsonbanner.GIF" border="0" alt="You are a person. You, special person, you. Yup."&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a Person! You normal, background person,&lt;br&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/riceprincess/quizzes/.%3A%3A%20Which%20Invader%20ZIM%20Character%20are%20You%3F%20%3A%3A./"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;.:: Which Invader ZIM Character are You? ::.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/wintermute/1038812052_ip_girtaco.png" border="0" alt="GIR"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are GIR. You are a SIR gone wrong (SIR stands&lt;br&gt;for Standard Information Robot). You have&lt;br&gt;problems but deep down are a caring soul and&lt;br&gt;love everyone. Especially the Pizza Man and the&lt;br&gt;Scary Monkey Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/wintermute/quizzes/Which%20Invader%20Zim%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Invader Zim character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/magefeathers/jhonenblog.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But Jhonen's the creator... not a character...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M DRINKING MILK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/Miscreation/1036825245_icturesGir.jpg" border="0" alt="Your brain is composed mostly of trash that one of the almighty tallest was able to find in his pocket.  But you don't mind, as long as there's enough junkfood and baked goods to keep"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're GIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Miscreation/quizzes/Which%20Invader%20Zim%20Character%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Invader Zim Character Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-91526266?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91526266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91526266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91526266' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-91525051</id><published>2003-03-27T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T20:30:19.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God. I just went to Ti Jay's site... Sickening... Love crap and mispellings galore... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Edward R. could not believe I watch South Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit Michael's head with his mom's car's trunk door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew a totally kick ass drawing of this girl messing around on her drum kit. So friggin double cool with knobs. Alyssa has dubbed it "Angry Drummer Picture."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I shouldn't get into Evan Escence. Too many people are liking them... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to not take off the pins on my back pack. Sorry to say this, but screw that. I won't listen to someone telling me not to do something just because it's not "needed" How do you know I don't need my Emily/Good Charlotte/ Rice Krispy/No Doubt/Invader Zim/Make Fun of Other People pins?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I saw the United States of Whatever video and The Di It With Madonna thing yesterday... So fricking funny... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;cus its MY United States of WHATEVER!! cxUz it's MY u hoo oo nited sta hates of whatever...&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIR that crazy, cute loveable little robot minion&lt;br&gt;of Zim. He's loved by all well....except zim.&lt;br&gt;You don't come across as bright but your&lt;br&gt;overall cuteness makes up for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/bleedingvampireeyes/quizzes/What%20Invader%20Zim%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;What Invader Zim character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You arre Gir, the insane, funny, dancing,crazy,&lt;br&gt;funny fool. You do have a knack for calming&lt;br&gt;down when it is serious, but ur still insane.&lt;br&gt;Luckily, ur also funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/shkenan1234/quizzes/What%20Invader%20Zim%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;What Invader Zim character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to the beach and saw Kiki &lt;br /&gt;She was all like, "ehhhh" &lt;br /&gt;And I was, like, "whatever!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this chick comes up to me and she's all, like, &lt;br /&gt;"Hey, aren't you that dude?" &lt;br /&gt;And I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later I'm, I'm at the pool hall &lt;br /&gt;And this girl comes up &lt;br /&gt;And she's, like, "awww" &lt;br /&gt;And I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz this is my &lt;br /&gt;United States of Whatever! &lt;br /&gt;And this is my &lt;br /&gt;United States of Whatever! &lt;br /&gt;And this is my &lt;br /&gt;United States of Whatever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it's three A.M. &lt;br /&gt;And I'm on the corner, wearing my leather &lt;br /&gt;This dude comes up and he's, like, "hey, punk!" &lt;br /&gt;I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm throwing dice in the alley &lt;br /&gt;Officer Leroy comes up and he's, like, &lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I thought I told you..." &lt;br /&gt;And I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then up comes Zafo &lt;br /&gt;I'm, like, "yo, Zafo. What's up?" &lt;br /&gt;He's, like, "nothin'" &lt;br /&gt;And I'm, like, "that's cool." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz this is my &lt;br /&gt;United States of Whatever! &lt;br /&gt;And this is my &lt;br /&gt;United States of Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;And this is my &lt;br /&gt;United States of Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WHEE!! LYRICS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, the guy who sings this song is Liam Lynch. Go Buy his album, Fake Songs...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-91525051?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91525051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91525051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91525051' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-91451147</id><published>2003-03-26T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T18:25:35.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol, I was singing the Hell Song today, so Michael tried to sing along, because he loves the video as much as I do. He shouldv'e come with us to the mall on Saturday, we saw the same Korn dolls at Hot Topic as in the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, yesterday, this visiting priest came and told all of Junior High how to play Russian Roultte. Pretty funny, really. For all of you who don't know how to play, it's when some people bet some money, and you take a six bullet shotgun to your head and pull the trigger. There are five empty bullet things, so there's one sixth of a chance you kill yourself. If you don't you get the money. So the priest kept talking about how evil drugs are, smoking's bad, sex is bad, the same old thing over and over. It's funny, you sorta think you already know everything, like what's bad and waht's not, there will always be some adult repeating it over and over again. I guess it's so we don't forget or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. I asked people what they think of Kathryn going punk, no one thinks she'll go full on, hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, vote for what New Found Glory will play on the Civic Tour with Good Charlotte, Go to some place. I think newfoundglory.com is a good idea ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I voted for Sucker and It's Been a Summer, For the covers, That Thing You Do. Man, I need all of their other Cds, all I have is Sticks and Stones and New Found Glory. Still need Nothing Gold Can Stay and that other one... Can't remember the other title...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U R a punk.. a tru punk..  U R SEFINITELY not a&lt;br&gt;poser...U kno the true spelling of skater&lt;br&gt;boy... and U kno that there is more to life&lt;br&gt;then skating..U rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/intoxicatedmunkey/quizzes/What%20High%20School%20Stereotype%20Would%20U%20be%3F%20(YES%20THERE%20IS%20MORE%20THAN%20PREPS%20GOTHS%20PUNKS%20AND%20GEEKS)/"&gt;What High School Stereotype Would U be? (YES THERE IS MORE THAN PREPS GOTHS PUNKS AND GEEKS)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gleeb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U R STINI!  or christina..wateva..LOLZ...U LUV the&lt;br&gt;internet...but U study a lot too.   U R very&lt;br&gt;quiet in real life..but online u have an inner&lt;br&gt;wild side!  GO U!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/intoxicatedmunkey/quizzes/Which%20one%20of%20my%20Friends%20R%20U%20Most%20lyke%3F/"&gt;Which one of my Friends R U Most lyke?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW guess wat Lucky you ur "Sickboy"&lt;br&gt;a.k.a Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/JoelsMadegrl4life/quizzes/Which%20members%20nickname%20in%20Good%20Charlotte%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;Which members nickname in Good Charlotte are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats! You are Joel Madden! You're more into the&lt;br&gt;hip hop stuff than anything, but don't mind&lt;br&gt;giving other people's music a chance. You are&lt;br&gt;love attention and pride yourself on being the&lt;br&gt;center of attention. There is nothing wrong&lt;br&gt;with this, just as long as it doesn't all go to&lt;br&gt;your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/DepressedFreak/quizzes/Which%20Member%20of%20Good%20Charlotte%20Are%20You%20Like%3F/"&gt;Which Member of Good Charlotte Are You Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I can't stand hip hop. Have you noticed that in those sort of songs no one actually sings? They just talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm just going to go ahead and get a new tag board. The one I've got right now sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slooby. My new word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-91451147?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91451147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91451147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91451147' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-91229553</id><published>2003-03-23T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T09:09:16.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are Horacio Rufus!  An Ibanez GAX50 that my&lt;br&gt;parents bought me for meh 15th birthday, I love&lt;br&gt;to pick you up and plug you into your matching&lt;br&gt;Ibanez 15W amp.  You might buzz too much, but&lt;br&gt;hey. You were cheap, that's what i've got to&lt;br&gt;expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/weezerchik742977/quizzes/Which%20One%20of%20My%20Guitars%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;Which One of My Guitars Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local Punk Band.  Get your closest friends together&lt;br&gt;and put your feelings into some good ole punk&lt;br&gt;music!! Make it political, make it fictional!&lt;br&gt;Whatever you do, stay true to yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/MeowVampire/quizzes/%20What%20kind%20of%20%20band%20should%20you%20belong%20to%3F/"&gt; What kind of  band should you belong to?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we started one on a whim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times New Roman is your bag.  You are proper, have&lt;br&gt;good grammar and may occasionally use&lt;br&gt;Italics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Constance/quizzes/%20Your%20font%20is../"&gt; Your font is..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Maybe I &lt;i&gt;should &lt;/i&gt; go back to Times. I use Tahoma now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-91229553?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91229553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91229553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91229553' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-91228565</id><published>2003-03-23T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T08:41:50.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/GCsBitch/1048432096_uresjoel00.jpg" border="0" alt="JOEL"&gt;&lt;br&gt;you lucky moo! you get Joel,the careing sensative&lt;br&gt;one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/GCsBitch/quizzes/which%20Good%20Charlotte%20member%20should%20you%20f*ck%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;which Good Charlotte member should you f*ck??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^... that's all i have to say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-91228565?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91228565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91228565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91228565' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-91228149</id><published>2003-03-23T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T08:30:45.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone!! Go out and buy Tsunami Bomb's Invasion From Within!! It's the best friggin' fifteen minute long CD in the whole wide world!! WOO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-91228149?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91228149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91228149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91228149' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-91227473</id><published>2003-03-23T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T08:13:33.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We hee!! Everyone has to yell this out!!:&lt;br /&gt;"Stomp your hands and clap your feet! Retardation can't be beat! We're number one! *hold up two fingers*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it from Jessica, there's a link in the menu over there, so go!! Whee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-91227473?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91227473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91227473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91227473' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-91209766</id><published>2003-03-22T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T20:26:52.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/GthPnkChk87/1048392566_PicturesTK.JPG" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8712e60)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are truly unique, and you don't care what&lt;br&gt;people think of you. Go You!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/GthPnkChk87/quizzes/What%20No%20Doubt%20CD%20represents%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What No Doubt CD represents you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/mistychick/1048391023_onegai_1_t.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x84fcc68)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a nerdy teacher in the classroom but while&lt;br&gt;tutoring you lure you not so younger students&lt;br&gt;into sexual acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/mistychick/quizzes/What%20are%20you%20and%20what%20do%20you%20look%20like%3F%20Results%20contain%20pics/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What are you and what do you look like? Results contain pics&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Uh no I dont...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-91209766?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91209766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91209766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91209766' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-91209336</id><published>2003-03-22T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T20:16:39.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/xXsumgirl41Xx/1048387675_icturesjhj.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x86b5be8)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;congratulations, you are Steve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xXsumgirl41Xx/quizzes/Which%20Sum%2041%20member%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Sum 41 member are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I forgot to mentuion we prank called Jason in the car on our way to the movies. Hell, I should have done my ditzy Valley girl  voice... We tried to order pizza when We called him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-91209336?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91209336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91209336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91209336' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-91209274</id><published>2003-03-22T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T20:15:11.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whee. Happy birthday to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;SCREW YOU, JASON!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jason, &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; partly ruined my birthday. How &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; you know!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. Jog-a-thon was today. I walked (and talked the whole hour with Alyssa) twenty three laps. Mrs. Jones played I'd Do Anything on my Simple Plan CD... She said she'd play Wondering and I'm Just a Girl, too, but parents kept coming up and requesting songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Jackie bought me the All-American Rejects CD, but then I played it on the class radio CD player thing, and then someone took it or something. Man, and I haven't even owned it for a day or broken it in yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written at 3:24:55 PM March 21, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qhee!! Okay, today was my thing at the mall, restaurant, and movie theatres with Adelita, Elizabeth, and Michael (Alyssa and Dylan couldn't come... Something at Alemany and Something else with his family....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, yesterday, from all the money I got, I had NINETY FIVE dollars. After a day of shopping, I now have thirty three. Crap. I accidentally stole things from Torrid. I'm serious. I stole a Good Charlotte pin set (I was like, oh cool, and then I dropped it. I guess it slipped into my Hot Topic bag since I couldn't find it on the floor.And then I thought I put back the No Doubt pin into the plastic thing, but it slipped into my bag, too... Oh well. free stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, here are my new things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Sahara Hotnights CD, Jennie Bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; The All-American Rejects CD (Elizabeth got me the same one, but since I lost it, I'll keep it. And if I find it, I'll just give it to Stephanie for five bucks or something...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; three Emily pins, which I actually DID pay for... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; hair sticks, matching ones, red with with four stars on the top, and black with four stars on the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Invasion From Within, Tsunami Bomb, and I was so fricking excited when I found it, too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; New Found Glory patch, from Adelita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Get Skintight, The Donnas, from Michael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; a Nsync calendar (a joke from Michael, he said I'd love it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; the stuff I stole from Torrid, I swear it was an accident... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah. The Sahara Hotnights CD friggin' rocks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh uh. Here's what happened during the day. &lt;br /&gt;We picked up Michael, whose dad reminds me of Mr. Murdock, ouyr fifth grade teacher... I don't know why... Uh yeah. Then Elizabeth, that's when my sister decided to play with the ants and got ants in the car... Then Adelita, while on the way to hewr house we thought we saw Jason. IT WAS NOT JASON!! It was just some guy who looked like him... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to the restaurant, we went to my aunt's house. Elizabeth was scared., She thought my six month old cousin would jump up and eat her... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We had to wait a while until the restaurant opened, so we hung out in this figurine shop while Elizabeth dared Michael to ask the guy who worked at Maria's (the restaurant) where Mraia's restaurant was, he didn't. In the shop, I wiggled the acorn cap off a display thing and ran away... And then Elizabeth picked up a figurine that was supposed to be glued to the table or something while I threw a tiny sponge-like bush at her... Uh yeah. Then we went outside and took pictures and stuff. We left Michael in the store...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh yeah. We saw Eric at the restaurant, the guy who sat behind Michael (note, Eric is an imaginary person...). Yeah, but then two ladies came in and sat on him... sad... My ice cream was too red ^_^ It wasn't even ice cream, it was "rasberry sorbet." And then I took a small spoonful of vanilla ice cream and mixed it... It tasted like watermelon ^_^... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie. Uh yeah. We had about forty minutes before Boat Trip started, so we basically ran around the theatres, following Michael, who was getting on and off the video game seat things and whatever and asking us for money. Then we sat in the place thingy, got restless waiting, got up and bought drinks (on me), and sat down again. Fortunately, no one sat next to us, so we couldn't complain about Dave getting sat on (we met him there...). Yeah. Boat Trip was funny. I kept yelling things between the commercials before the movie, like, "bee beep!!" and "SQUIRREL!!" I bet the people there hate us because we kept talking... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us girls kept looking back at Michael when the Swedish "tanning team" was on, basically some D cupped girls in bikinis and stilettos going around the straps of their tops half off and whatever... He kept smiling and leaning towards the screen with this big goofy grin on his face, it was funny... Then we went outside, while me and Michael waited outside the women's bathroom waiting for Sdelita and Elizabeth. Then when Michael said he'd go in there and get them himself, I went in there. When we came out, Michael was in the bathroom. Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Adelita's house, asked her parents if we could go to the mall, got back into the car, dropped Michael off at his place, and went to the mall. We were to meet at 6:30, so me, Elizabeth and Adelita went off, looking for some guy to be Dave. We went into Borders, bought my Sahara Hotnights CD, then went into Hot Topic, where we stood around and looked at patches and poked ouselves with pins by sticking our hands and digging around in the pin container thing. Then I got really excited when I found my Tsunami Bomb CD (which totally rocks, I'm listening to it right now). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Torrid, where I infamously stole pins... I'm so evil... Yeah. And then I looked at my watch (which was strapped, it's velcro, to my purse strap) upside down. So we practically ran walked and yelled, "MOVE!!" at people who was in our way. Then we looked for my mom, went over to the car, where they weren't, went back to the mall, where we saw my mom and sister eating pretzels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we passed by this guy who looked twenty somehing from the front, but fourteen from the back, so we took a picture of him in the back. Then we saw some kidwho sorta looked like Tom from Blink 182, but he wouldn't turn around, so we couldn't take a picture of him... Then when we were in the pretzel shop (my mom told me to go get stuff) these two guys passed by who were pretty cute, so Elizabeth tried to get pictures of them, but they turned around just when Elizabeth was about to click the camera. They stared at her, with the camera pointed at them. Then they left. We were embarrassed ^_^...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; swtangel741:  hey hehe &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  I accidentally stole things from Torrid... &lt;br /&gt; swtangel741:  u did?????? &lt;br /&gt; swtangel741:  and the alarm didnt go off?? hehe &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  i swear it was an accident... &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  the GC pins and a no doubt pin &lt;br /&gt; swtangel741:  hehe &lt;br /&gt; swtangel741:  thats wierd that the alarm didnt go off &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  nope, hot topic and torrid dont have alarms. &lt;br /&gt; swtangel741:  cool...hehe &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  no it isnt... &lt;br /&gt; Auto response from swtangel741:  i aint here ryte now so leave me a message (short but sweet) and i'll get back ta ya &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  fine dont talk to me... &lt;br /&gt; swtangel741:  hehe sorry &lt;br /&gt; swtangel741:  do u noe jackie's cell number? &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  npo &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  no** &lt;br /&gt; swtangel741:  o0o ok &lt;br /&gt; swtangel741:  ay remember the cell fone i had, is it in ur car? &lt;br /&gt; swtangel741:  nevermind &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  no, oi dont think so... &lt;br /&gt; Auto response from swtangel741:  i aint here ryte now so leave me a message (short but sweet) and i'll get back ta ya &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  I** &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  yes ou are. u just hate me... jk &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  you*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-91209274?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91209274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91209274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91209274' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-91093757</id><published>2003-03-20T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T17:18:03.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gloob. That's my new word. Gloob. I just saw some really great videos. Ataris, All American Rejects, Transplants, Sha Sha, all the good stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Travis Barker's in three friggin bands now. First Blink 182, then Box Car Racer, and now the Transplants. Hell, if Jackie quits our band, we can always try to convince him to join our band. Whee!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-91093757?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91093757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91093757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91093757' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-91092071</id><published>2003-03-20T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T16:44:08.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whee!! New title!! It sucks now that there's an official war going on now. Geez, And so close to my birthday, too. So Happy Birthday LW, Here's a war to add to your troubles!! Geez, and I thought having to run laps on my birthday was really bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-91092071?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91092071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91092071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91092071' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-91029979</id><published>2003-03-19T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T18:32:29.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uh yeah. I LOVE MY MOMMY!! She let me check my emails ^_^... Plus, my Dad took my sister to tutor's so the house only has me and my mom in it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!! Jackie's buying me the All American Rejects CD!! Whee!! Lol, while she was at the store, on the tv's they have on display, the viedeo for Swing, Swing was on... freaky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh okay. Do you guys think Paul from Good Charlotte's gay? Elizabeth and Adelita does... mean people.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, when we were taking our Vocabulary/Spelling test, Michael's boxers were showing. I was like, "Michael pull your pants up we don't wanna see that..." So he rubs his ass and makes... freaky noises...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Rachelle at the library again today. That makes it three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, Leah's DOG WAS RAPED!! He he he he, Jackie friggin'... molested it, Michael did, too... Justin got freaked out when I told him he did not know where it's been, somehow he knew it was Jackie who did something to it... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-91029979?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91029979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/91029979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91029979' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90963847</id><published>2003-03-18T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T18:41:26.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HE he he... Michael was absent today... You know what? It was actually quiet in the classroom for once... 'Cause Michael wasn't there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90963847?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90963847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90963847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90963847' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90963548</id><published>2003-03-18T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T18:36:08.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday, March 17, 2003&lt;br /&gt;3:52:39 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SO GODAMN TOTALLY NAFF!! I cannot go online until I "help my sister with her schoolwork." So this is what I have to resort to. I need to type everything that I want to post on the site, save it on Wordpad, then copy and paste everything the next time I'm online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I don't help my sister anyway. I type up all her reports. I look up pictures on the Internet for her homework. I help her study. I quiz her. I check her homework. BUT THAT'S NOT ENOUGH!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my dad does diddly squat when it comes to my sister's homework. All he does is sit there, and sign tests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom does a little more. She drives us to the library and checks up on my sister every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, this is so unfair. I do more work than they do and I'm the one who gets penalized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me your opinion on this. And not in the tag board. I love it when I get comments. Plus, you can't say that much on the tag board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:04:50 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what just plain sucks. I mean, I can't do anything I want now. I can't &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; get my bass guitar yet. (My aunt said she'd buy a used one for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; get my bass lessons without paying for them myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; go online anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; waste my time because I have two major reports/projects due Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; watch much of what I want because my sister can't watch the things I can (like Uranium...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; print Alyssa those pictures of Dave because I can't go online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; pretend certain people in my class don't hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; (and most of all) feel like I'm loved any more because of all these things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04:13:15 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just plain sick of it all. You know, I'm trying my best to keep my Lenten resolution. I'm trying not to complain about things I can do myself. But I can't change people opinions of me if they're a stubborn arsehole who can't give a cr*p for anyone else but them. I can' change my sister's grades. She has to do that on her own. I can't change my parent's decision if they don't see what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:20:38 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but feel that no one appreciates me. I can't help but feel I'm alone in this world, with this certain mix of problems. I can't help but predict there are going to be people skipping over the sad parts of this post, bored. I can't help but be confused and contemplate whether I should talk to my parents about this. I tried, I really did., but my mom and dad won't hear any of it. They say they do endless things, too, and if they have to go through it, I do, too. But I don't see what's so endless about doing nothing for your daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:39:19 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do need some Sum 41. I need my heavy metal. It seems like I'm listening to Sum 41 a lot more now. Deryck Whibley screaming, I guess, makes me feel a lot better. But it's their lyrics that cheer me up. Like The Hell Song's lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's got their problems (look at list above)&lt;br /&gt;everybody says the same thing to you **Hi Mom and Dad**&lt;br /&gt;It's just a matter of how you solve them **earning my bass lessons**&lt;br /&gt;and knowing how to change the things you've been through &lt;br /&gt;I feel I've come to realize&lt;br /&gt;how fast life can be compromised **don't help with sister, no online time.**&lt;br /&gt;step back to see what's going on **I've realized what's unfair**&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this happened to you **People feel sorry for me**&lt;br /&gt;this happened to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the problems that I face with&lt;br /&gt;am I&lt;br /&gt;not the only one who hates to stand by **situation's in the classroom**&lt;br /&gt;complications and first in this line&lt;br /&gt;with all these pictures running through my mind **so friggin' confused right now**&lt;br /&gt;knowing endless&lt;br /&gt;consequences **I know what will happen and am afraid of what's not**&lt;br /&gt;I feel so useless in this **I can't help certain things**&lt;br /&gt;get back, step back&lt;br /&gt;and as for me, I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;part of me, won't agree **not sure what to do**&lt;br /&gt;'cause I don't know if it's for sure&lt;br /&gt;suddenly suddenly&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so insecure&lt;br /&gt;part of me, won't agree&lt;br /&gt;'cause I don't know if it's for sure&lt;br /&gt;suddenly suddenly&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so insecure&lt;br /&gt;anymore **I feel like I don't have these certain problems anymore**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I guess that's all I remember right now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:10:57 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see what happened these past few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; woke up, whined when my mom said we're sleeping over at my aunt's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; did stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; went to the mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; went into Hot Topic, looked around, found a GIR t shirt and patch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; looked for my Dad, who was still in the shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; bought the stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; went into Torrid, got really excited when I heard Russian Rpoulette by Tsunami Bomb playing on the store's sound system...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; watched Uranium **totally friggin' sick... this guy had about six meat hooks in his back and hung from the ceiling with hooked onto something, carried Juliya, the hostess of the show in his arms while still hanging from the thig**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; stayed up until 10:30, when things got really boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; slept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; woke up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; watched my cousin while my aunt was at the bank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; took a shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; did... stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; went home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; fiished my rough draft and other homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; watched that episode of Uranium again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; studied with my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; folded laundry over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; got yelled at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; watched TV on my cr*ppy TV in my room with headphones on because my sister was still frigging studyng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; lied in bed, crying because of my nonexistent bass guitar and my revoked online privilege, not really caring believing my mom would not agree to the punishment and give me back my online time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; woke up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; lied in bed listening to No Doubt then Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; took a shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; got dressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; watched MTV and VH1 at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; ate breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; went to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Social Studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Math/Algebra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Recess, hung out with Alyssa in the library while trying to finish my termite poster while Alyssa contemplated whether or not her handwriting looked like Joel's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; English again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Language Arts (if you could call it that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; ate lunch (Leah's bday, so her mom brought pizza and ice cream for the class...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;  **still lunch** hung out with Alyssa again while she stared at my Simple Plan CD covery thing. **"Jeff looks like the girl peed on him..."-- A "You're right, it does"-- L**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; **still lunch** chased Alyssa because she stole my CD player (with the Simple Plan CD still in it) and CD covery thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; did some sort of art/rligion project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; got out of school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; went into the library while one of the librarians practically yelled at me for turning in the books in  the wrong place... evil thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;  drove home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; did homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; went on the computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; typed this stuff up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:32:52 PM&lt;br /&gt;I am not fond of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee!! Written ysterday. Uh yeah... HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEAH AND JACKIE **WOO HOOO!!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, yeah...  growl. This sucks. I can't go online without my Dad suspecing I'm lying and only typing my homework to go on the computer **partly true** I'll go insane if I don't type &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;,  so that's why I type everything up... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90963548?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90963548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90963548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90963548' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90765285</id><published>2003-03-15T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T08:09:50.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My back aches like hell.... geez it's been hurting for, I guess, four days now... Can't bend down or anything.... it sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh okay. WOHOO!! You know the YM with The Donnas on the front and Nelly on the back or vice versa or whatever? It's got so many double cool with knobs pictures of girls with basses, guitars, kits... the whole thing!! So many pretty pictures to draw now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, they're coming out with a Shakira doll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godammit... I'm going to have to buy my own bass and pay for the lessons myself if I want them... How bout you guys send me money? Jessica knows my address... God now I have to save, like, three hundred dollars for a bass and God knows what for lessons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, a lot of people must be visiting this thing now, yesterday it was a thousand thirty something on my counter, now look at it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's finally taking me shopping, Yay!! All I need are t shirts... I need an Invader Zim one... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growl. My tiume is up. OFF TO DRAW PEOPLE WITH GUITARS!! WOO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90765285?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90765285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90765285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90765285' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90739794</id><published>2003-03-14T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T17:01:00.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol, my mom hates me... Me and my friends (I can't name all of them...) we waving at her while she drove by to pick me and my sister up, she ignored us...H e he he he, Elizabeth's mom must hate her, too... she didn't wave back when we waved at her... Geez, everyone was hanging out at my mom's car. They sat in the trunk (it's an SUV), Angel got in the back seat, and Michael even sat next to my mom and made himself comfortable, reclined the seat and stuff... I was like, "PEOPLE!! EVERYONE GET IN MY CAR!!" Jason and Victor were staring at me as if to say, "Get the hell away from me, you freak..." And then when people actually started getting into it, I was saying, "OKAY!! GET OUT NOW!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**sigh** and all I need now is Simple Plan **moshes**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I drew this WAAAYYY!! double cool with knobs picture of Angel from Six Ninety Four singing and rocking out to her guitar... He he, I was trying to sing along to Simple Plan, but I have a mouthful of cookie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MOM WON'T LET ME TAKE BASS GUITAR LESSONS!! NoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO!!! **cries out in agony** GODAMMIT!! Oh well. Maybe I'll get a bass guitar or something for Christmas... I'll make people buy it for me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la... SIX NINETY FOUR ROCKS!! Actually, I've never heard them... I mean, they live in Canada, no wonder I haven't heard them. Yeah, it's a girl band (I guess you could say garage...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo!! And now it's time forThe Donnas!! **cut to Brett singing, Alisson uh, guitaring, Mya bassing, and Torry drumming....**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Michael and Justin kept singing Take It Off (BY THE DONNAS, YOU FOOL!!)... It pretty much freaked me out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO HOO!! Sorry, I needed to do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, The Donnas CD, New Found Glory!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, my voice has gotten better (well sorta, it doesn't hurt my throat anymore when I hit my high notes anymore and sing loud...). I started a recommendations page. GO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister changed the CD to that single for the Offspring I have... **note to self, get Americana...**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added a new poll thing to my site... hmmm... HOW ABOUT YOU TAKE IT?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh yeah. Right... It took me, like, three and a half hours to write this... That's sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90739794?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90739794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90739794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90739794' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90686723</id><published>2003-03-13T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T19:29:38.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DUDE!! TIFFANY FROM SIXTH GRADE KNOWS HOT TO PLAY BASS GUITAR, GUITAR, UKELE, AND DRUMS!! TALK ABOUT WELL ROUNDED, HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the latest from Lee Anne's and my story:&lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  so what did we do with the money?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  BUY TOES!! &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  SPECIAL TOES!!  &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  and really horrible CDs and annoyed people with them... &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  YES!! &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  LIKE... NSYNC!! &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  YAY!! &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  LOL, AND THEN WE RAN AROUND CANADA SCREAMING!! juliya didn't want to because she was wearing a plaid dress...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  I WAS WEARING A DRESS TOO BUT I DIDNT CARE...I JUST KEPT RUNNING AROUND &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  but she was wearing combat boots, nd you know what happens to those combat boots if they get messed up...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  DUN DUN DUN &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  THEY EAT YOUR TOES!! &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  I KNOW!!  BUT ONLY WHEN YOU RUN AROUND CANADA SCREAMING&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  &amp;quot; I WANT ICE CREAM!!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  ... &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  "BUT NOT THE MUSHY KIND" &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  &amp;quot; I JUST WANT THE ONE WITH GREEN M&amp;M'S ON IT!!&amp;quot; [mrs. millard said something about m&amp;m's because it makes you...ahem...h.o.r.n.e...you get the point] &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  lol &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  JASON DOES, TOO!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  YES!! &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  SO DOeS SUM 41 (by the way, they're following us, screaming the wrong lyrics to the NSYNC songs) &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  OoOh... and WE MEET MY FRIENDS, ANGEL, TIZZY, WHOOSH AND MORGAN &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  AND BARNEY!! &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  AND THEY WANT SOME ICE CREAM WITH GREEN M&amp;M'S ON IT TOO &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  THEY SURE DO!! ESPECIALLY BECAUSE STEVO 32 AND DERYCK WHIBLEY ARE AROUND!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  AND ARE JUMPING ON BARNEY BECAUSE BARNEY NEVER GAME THEM AN AUTOGRAPH &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  *GAVE &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  OOOHH!! YOU KNOW WHY? BECAUSE BARNEY IS AARON!! FROM GOOD CHARLOTTE!! AND WE ALL HATE AARON!! &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  BECAUSE HE LEFT THE BAND!! &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  RAWWWWWWR!! &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  AND OUT COMES THE DINOSAUR TO EAT HIM!! &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  AND HIS TOES!! &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  MUSTNT FORGET THE TOES!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  WHAT HAPPENED TO THE CHEESE MODEL?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  UH...THE DINOSAUR SPIT OUT AARON BECAUSE HE TASTED GOOD AND THE CHESSE MODEL STARTED DATING HIM!!  &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  WONDER WHAT HAPPENED ON THE DATE? &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  eeeww... aaron's yucky... but since the dinosaur chewed him up, he looked better &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  YES!! &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  HMMM... LEMME GUESS, HE BINGED ON GREEN M AND MS AND THE CHEESE MODEL ATE HIS TOES WHILE HE WAS PASSED OUT?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  EXACTLY &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  I WONDER HOW I KNEW...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  YOU KNEW FROM THE MAGICAL WONDERBALL!! &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  OH!! HOW CAN I FORGET?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  I HAVE NO IDEA &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  UH, OKAY... ANYWAY, STEVO 32 FELL MADLY IN LOVE WITH ANGEL FROM 694  AND... UH... &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  THEY HAD DINOSAURS &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  FOR BABIES &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  LOL, UH OKAY.  &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  YES!! &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  BUT THEN ANGEL GOT MAD BECAUSE THEY BDIDN'T LOOK LIKE HER. SHE WASNT SURE IF THEY WERE HERS... &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  DIDN'T*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  uh... now what? &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  um... &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  lets have something about beef. &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  ok &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  BEEF!! &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  AND THEN THAT ANGEL GIRL DIED AND DECOMPOSED INTO BEEF!! &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  NoOoOo!! &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  AND THEN SHE RESURRECTED AGAIN. AND DIDED. AND RESURRECTED AGAIN. AND DIED. JUST LIKE YOU DID &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  bad idea? &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  YES!! &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  UH, NOT REALLY. LETS MAKE THIS STORY HAPPY... &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  OK &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  AND THEN THE FANS OF NSYNC AND UH...OTHER BANDS ATE HER &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  YAY!! &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  BECAUSE SHE TASTED LIKE BEEF!! &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  MMM... &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  AND THEN THEY THREW HER UP. &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  YES!! &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  OH MY GOD WHAT IF ANGEL READS THIS? &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  IONO &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  SO SHE JUST CAME BACK TO LIFE AND LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  LET'S MAKE HER ALIVE AGAIN.  &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  WAIT, LETS, LIKE, ERASE EVERYTHING &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  EVERYTHING? &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  FROM WHEN SHE DIED AND TURNED INTO BEEF &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  ok &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  BUT WE SHOULD LEAVE THIS IN THE STORY TOO &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  ok &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  just so, like, she doesn't get mad at me or anything... &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  alriighty then &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  OKAY!! SO, UH, STEVO 32 AND ANGEL HAVE DINOSAUR BABIES, BUT then the dinosaurs weren't dinosaurs, THEY WERE IN DINOSAUR SUITS!! &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  AND...UH &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  THEY ALL WENT TO SIX FLAGS &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  AND BEAT UP THE PEOPLE IN ANIMAL SUITS!! &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  OK!! &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  WITH PINEAPPLES!! &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  AND THEY STARTED TO FLY TO... &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  PINEAPPLE LAND!! &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  WHERE PINEAPPLE BEARING COWS RESIDE!! &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  AND COWS GROW UP TO BE PINAPPLES [i dont get it but whatever!!] &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  YAY!! &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  WEEEEEH!! &lt;br /&gt; wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  brb...have to eat &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  okay &lt;br /&gt; Auto response from wiNgMiKOgOddESs:  im away consuming more and more junk food... ^ . ^ &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  I g2g, the story's getting good!! woo hoo!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh yeah. and I think I'm going to take Dave's place as bassist. And me and Alyssa want to change the band's name again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY!! I GOT MORE THAN A THOUSAND HITS!! GIMME A HELL YEAH IN THE TAG BOARD!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90686723?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90686723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90686723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90686723' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90618575</id><published>2003-03-12T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T16:37:44.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, Sum 41 really has lightened up my mood. I guess Deryck Whibley screaming in my ear makes me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90618575?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90618575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90618575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90618575' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90618363</id><published>2003-03-12T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T16:32:47.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geez, my mom keeps making help my sister with every single one of her reports.!!! I mean, I helped with her mission report, then her president report. I typed every single thing up for her, and then my mom makes me do even more stuff for my sister. So then she was planning for me to go over to my sister's tutor's house with her, but then I didn't want to because then I'd have to hang out with my dad (who's okay, but sometimes he just freaks me out sometimes...) So now, I HAVE TO DO EVERY GODDAM THING ON IT!! All my sister has to do is list the stuff she finds irt. And then I have to write everything down, list everything, make a chart... God it's so annoying. I wish I wasn't the oldest. God, I have to correct my sister half the time I'm around her, I have to hang out with my friend swith her at school, I have to pay for her stuff sometimes, and on top of that, my parents ask me for stuff. They ask me to pay for things they buy sometimes, they ask me not to use my CD player when they're about TO ASK ME FOR THINGS!! They ask me to do my sister's reports!! God, it's so frustrating sometimes . I know that they try to help, but sometimes they just complicate my life. I mean, they make me do extra things and they pressure me to be the best. And I know I can't be the best all of the time. They want me to be the best, most perfect kid out there. I just can't do that. They want me to be the best sister. They want to me to be the best friend. I want to be those things, but I know I can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God they're making me go anyway. I really don't want to go.They don't do a thing to help my sister with her homework, they make me do it. You know Sum 41 makes a whole lot of things better. I mean, The Donnas are too happy. I guess it's the whole heavy metal against ska thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90618363?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90618363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90618363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90618363' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90616486</id><published>2003-03-12T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T15:53:51.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FeArThEpApAyA (6:19:23 PM): ok, while we were selling your hamburger juice, we met a cheese model. &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:19:55 PM): and then a dinosaur ate her and spit her out and said that she tasted CHESSY &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:20:23 PM): and then the dinosaur paid us for his snack. &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:21:56 PM): AND THEN FLEW AWAY TO DISNEYLAND &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:22:29 PM): YAY!! AND WE ACCIDENTALLY HIT MINNIE'S HEAD WHEN WE LANDED!! &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:22:58 PM): AND WE KILLED HER AND ATE HER UP!! &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:23:20 PM): but we didn't have mustard. just ketchup. &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:23:27 PM): ARGH &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:24:16 PM): AND THEN WE STARTED TO SELL OUT HAMBURGER JUICE THERE &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:24:58 PM): AND WE RAN OUT!! BUT WE MADE A MILLION DOLLARS!! BUT BY THEN WE FORGOT WHY WE WERE SELLING THE HAMBURGER JUICE IN THE FIRST PLACE. &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:25:56 PM): ANE THEN CINDERELLA CAME ALONG AND BOUGHT SOME HAMBURGER JUICE WITH IMAGINARY MONEY &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:26:49 PM): OOOOOOHHH!! AND THEN WE BOUGHT MORE HAMBURGERS AND SQUEEZED THEM!! SO WE SOLD SOME TO... BATMAN!! &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:27:07 PM): ...AND ROBIN &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:27:32 PM): OOOHH!! MUSTNT FORGET HIM!! &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:27:53 PM): ...OR HE WILL EAT OUR TOES!! &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:28:28 PM): nOoOoO!! STOP SCARING ME!! &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:29:02 PM): AND OUR NOSE HAIR!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:30:01 PM): YOU'RE EVIL!! SO THEN PEOPLE STARTED BREAKDANCING AROUND OUR HAMBURGER JUICE STAND BECAUSE THEY FELT LIKE IT &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:31:28 PM): AND THEN I TURNED EVIL AND STARTED TO JOIN ROBIN AT EATING THE PEOPLE'S... &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:32:13 PM): nose hair? or toes? &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:32:24 PM): iono &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:32:27 PM): you complete it &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:33:02 PM): ummm... &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:33:08 PM): UVULA!! &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:33:14 PM): HAH &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:33:47 PM): AND SO EVERYONE JOINED IN ON THE UVULA EATING PARTY!! &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:34:24 PM): AND THEN QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE AND SUM 41 SHOWED UP AND STARTED BREAKDANCING TOO!! AND DAVE GROHL AND STEVO32 WERE THE BEST!! (because those drummers kick ass, you know...) &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:35:20 PM): 0.0 AND THEN EVERYONE DIED...BUT THEN... &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:36:00 PM): jesus showed up and started ressurecting everyone. &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:36:28 PM): AND AFTER...JESUS JOINED US!! &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:37:17 PM): YEAH!! BUT HE PUT SALT ON HIS UVULAS FIRST!! &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:38:18 PM): what about Planet Bob? &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:38:39 PM): EXACTLY...AND THEN INUYASHA SHOWED UP AND USED HIS DEMON POWERS TO BRING FLOWERS AND HAPPY STUFF TO PLANET BOB!! &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:39:02 PM): BUT THEN...THE EASTER BUNNY CAME AND DESTROYED EVERYTHING &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:39:22 PM): YAY!! BUT SINCE PLANET BOB IS THE SUN, EVERYTHING MELTED!! &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:39:37 PM): ESPECIALLY THE EASTER BUNNY &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:39:43 PM): WOOHOO!! &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:40:00 PM): AND THEN IT WAS THE END OF PLANET BOB...EXCEPT... &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:40:23 PM): FOR... &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:40:36 PM): THE DINOSAUR!! &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:40:55 PM): HE MADE A DRAMATIC ENTRANCE...DUN DUN DUN &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:41:24 PM): AND THE CONFETTI CAME OUT!! &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:41:49 PM): WITH PINK SHAPED STAR THINGYS &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:42:37 PM): YES!! (you know, the shape of pink is my favorite...) &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:43:45 PM): AND THEN THE DINOSAUR GOT SHOT AND DIED BECAUSE HIS MODELING SUCKED!! &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:44:39 PM): YES!! AND THEN THE CHEESE MODEL CAME OUT OF HIS STOMACH COVERED IN SLIME SCREAMING, OMG!! I BROKE A..." &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:45:37 PM): HEAD!! BUT THAT DOESNT MATTER...I WILL JUST REGENERATE ANOTHER ONE *ANOTHER HEAD GROWS OUT AND ANOTHER AND ANOTHER* "OOPS!! TOO MUCH!! &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:45:40 PM): SEAM IN MY CHEESE DRESS!! &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:45:53 PM): nvm what i just said, then &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:46:02 PM): LOL &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:46:41 PM): "BUT THEN," SHE SAYS, "WHY AM I ON PLANET BOB? &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:47:09 PM): AND THEN THE DINOSAUR EATS HER UP AGAIN &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:47:25 PM): AND THEN i COME ALIVE AGAIN AND START WATCHING MY TAPE OF ALL THINGS ROCK!! **JOEL AND BENJI GOODNESS!!** &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:47:32 PM): LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:48:03 PM): AND I DIE!! ARGH!! AND THEN COME BACK TO LIFE...THEN DIE!! &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:49:00 PM): and ROBIN COMES ALIVE AND NUDGES YOU WITH HIS TOE!! &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:49:20 PM): AND THEN I EAT HIM!! &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:49:25 PM): AND HIS TOES!! &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:49:56 PM): especially his toes!! &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:50:04 PM): YES!! &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:50:25 PM): werent they crunchy? &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:51:00 PM): YES THEY WERE...AND SOUR AND BITTER AND SWEET AND...THEY TASTE GOOD &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:51:16 PM): OKAY, AT LEAST YOU ENJOYED IT!! &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:51:22 PM): *DROOLS* &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:51:26 PM): NEED MORE!! &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:52:46 PM): **DINOSAUR TYHROWS UP** MODEL COMES UPO TO YOU AND SMACKS YOU UPDIE THE HEAD**ROBIN COMES OUT OF YOU MOUTH WITH A BITE MARK ON HIS FEET** &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:52:51 PM): THROWS** &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:52:57 PM): UP** &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:53:08 PM): UPSIDE** &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:53:59 PM): AND SO I START TO BIT ON HIS TOES AGAIN AND THE MODEL GOES TO THE BATHROOM AND... &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:54:27 PM): THE DINOSAUR DOES A HAPPY DANCE!! &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:54:58 PM): AND THE DINOSAUR AND THE MODEL HAVE BABIES!! &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:55:32 PM): WHILE VALERIE IS GIVING BIRTH TO HER ANT/COCKROACH/WHATEVER BABIES &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:56:43 PM): AND YOU HAVE YOUR DEER BABIES AND I HAVE MY ANT BABIES!! &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:57:03 PM): DON'T i HAVE THE BEER BABIES? &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:57:14 PM): OH YAH!! &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:57:19 PM): WELL...YOU HAVE BOTH!! &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:57:30 PM): YOU HAVE ONE...YOU GET THE SECOND ONE...FREE!! &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:57:49 PM): YAY!! I GOT A DISCOUNT!! &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:58:03 PM): WEEEEEEEEH!! &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:58:12 PM): WOO HOO!! &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (6:58:13 PM): *GOES DOWN A SLIDE* &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (6:59:17 PM): **SQUEALS ON A TIRE SWING** &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (7:00:06 PM): do you have any more ideas? &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (7:00:18 PM): *GETS STUCK WHILE ON THE SLIDE* EKKK...TOO FAT...ATE TOO MUCH OF ROBINS TOES!! &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (7:00:28 PM): guess thats its... &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (7:00:34 PM): until tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (7:00:34 PM): LOL &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (7:00:44 PM): have to rest my brain of weird ideas &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (7:00:49 PM): HMMM... WE CAN GO TO cANADA AND BUY A WHOLE MESS OF CDS!! &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (7:01:07 PM): ALRIIGHTY THEN!! &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (7:01:09 PM): AND THEN WE HANG OUT WITH METAL MISTRESS JULIYA!! &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (7:01:11 PM): LETS GO!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (7:01:23 PM): WOO HOO!! &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (7:01:32 PM): **GASP** LOOK!! ITS SIMPLE PLAN!! &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (7:01:37 PM): **MOSHES** &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (7:01:47 PM): AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (7:01:52 PM): THEY'RE OUT TO EAT MY TOES &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (7:02:49 PM): NOO!! DAVE!! PIERRE!! CHUCK!! SEBASTIEN!! JEFF!!ME AND ALYSSA LOVE YOU!! EVEN THOUGH SHE DOESN'T HAVE YOUR CD YET!! &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (7:03:28 PM): MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (7:03:35 PM): WHAT'S THAT YOU SAY? YOU LOVE OUR BAND? YOU'LL TELL YOUR RECORD LABEL ABOUT US? &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (7:03:46 PM): YAY!! &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (7:03:50 PM): WE GOT SIGNED!! &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (7:04:00 PM): NOW ALL WE NEED TO DO IS LEARN HOW TO PLAY WELL!! &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (7:04:07 PM): WEEEEEEEEEEEEEH &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (7:05:26 PM): YAY!! LEE ANNE WILL BE FAMOUS CUZ SHES FRIENDS WITH THE BAND!! &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (7:05:38 PM): ALRIIGHT!! &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (7:05:51 PM): SHE WILL NOW BE KNOWN AS LEE ANNE, LOVER OF ROBIN'S TOES &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (7:06:05 PM): EXACTLY!! &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (7:06:27 PM): [ACTUALLY I JUST LOVE TOES...BUT ROBIN'S IS MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (7:06:32 PM): *] &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (7:07:02 PM): OKAY, LEE ANNE, LOVER OF TOES &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (7:07:13 PM): WEEEEEEEEH!! &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (7:08:10 PM): i need to get offline now... &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (7:08:17 PM): yah &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (7:08:20 PM): i have to eat &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (7:08:22 PM): kk &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (7:08:25 PM): until tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (7:08:32 PM): lol, okay &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (7:08:34 PM): what should it be about? &lt;br /&gt;FeArThEpApAyA (7:09:11 PM): uh, what we do with the money we made from your hamburger juice **we could buy you lots of toes** &lt;br /&gt;wiNgMiKOgOddESs (7:09:19 PM): yes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;WOOHOO!! ELIZABETH SMART WAS JUST FOUND ALIVE!!!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90616486?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90616486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90616486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90616486' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90562646</id><published>2003-03-11T19:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T19:15:44.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, The Anthem's on MMUSA right now... I hope The Hell Song's next... oh well, still good. Jimmy Eat World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEE ANNE SAYS I'M HAVING BEER BABIES!! AND VALERIE WANTS SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE WORDS WHORE AND DEER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh about last post, I forgot my sister has tutor, so while my Mom and sister is there, i decided to sneak online. Lee Anne's&lt;br /&gt;emailing me our story (I forgot to copy and paste before I closed the IM) I'll just add it tomorrow. until then, I'll watch some good TV. URANIUM!! WOOHOO!! (I'm like, the only Asian anyone knows who hates rap.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90562646?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90562646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90562646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90562646' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90562637</id><published>2003-03-11T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T19:15:38.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, The Anthem's on MMUSA right now... I hope The Hell Song's next... oh well, still good. Jimmy Eat World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEE ANNE SAYS I'M HAVING BEER BABIES!! AND VALERIE WANTS SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE WORDS WHORE AND DEER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh about last post, I forgot my sister has tutor, so while my Mom and sister is there, i decided to sneak online. Lee Anne's&lt;br /&gt;emailing me our story (I forgot to copy and paste before I closed the IM) I'll just add it tomorrow. until then, I'll watch some good TV. URANIUM!! WOOHOO!! (I'm like, the only Asian anyone knows who hates rap.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90562637?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90562637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90562637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90562637' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90560984</id><published>2003-03-11T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T18:45:40.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know who's really cool? Allison from The Donnas. I mean, she can wear a dress with sneakers and look really cool. And you know who else? Brett. And Torry. And Mya. Hell, they're all fricking cool. You know why? all of the people who knew them as kids never thought their band would make it. Growl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same with Good Charlotte. People who knew them back then never thought they'd amount to anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now with us. People say we can kiss their ass (see the band site, take poll). Maybe we will, maybe we won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I am wondering why I'm not listening to New Found Glory yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's funny? I'm allowed to make fun of Michael, but he isn't allowed to make fun of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating an ice cream and cheese sandwich ^_^ You can't taste the cheese though. You know why? Cause you're not the one eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael heard Take the Reins, the song he's supposed to learn how to play, and he thinks the song's cool and that The Ultimate Escape is a "tight-ass" CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got ice cream on the keyboard... ^_^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, check out the quotes page. the posts from today are all Blink 182 (for Alyssa). I guess tomorrow will be Good Charlotte or something. God knows we've got so many...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOO!! MY INTERNET'S FREEZING!! ONLY MY WORDPAD (the thing I'm writing this on) IS WORKING!! GAAAAHHHH!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to type up lyrics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Rocks-- The Donnas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're over I'm all done. Now it's time to have some real fun. So I'm calling all my ladies, we're gonna key your Mercedes, well you're the kinda guy who needs attention around the clock... Well you can't even talk 'cause baby it's on the rocks, it's on the rocks, well it's me you gotta detox cuz baby it's on the rocks!! I'm getting tired. (no that's not part of the song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh screw it. It froze, and I'm not gonna fix it. So I'll just add this tomorrow. Written at 5:20:20 PM, March 11, 2003, Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOEL AND BENJI!! AND NOT TO FORGET LIA!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; Have a happy birthday to anyone whose birthday is today (no matter what day you're reading this) and is reading this!! Yay!! But especially Joel and Benji, for I love Joelly Bean (TA HA!! TA HA HA HA!!) And Benji is his twin. Growl.&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90560984?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90560984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90560984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90560984' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90428345</id><published>2003-03-09T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T17:43:09.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, tomorrow there will be no posts. I repeat, no posts. Yeah. So tomorrow you can amuse yourself with my new quotes page. My mom said I spent too much time online today, it ran into tomorrow's time... Just a few hours... All for my goddam termite report...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90428345?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90428345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90428345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90428345' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90423326</id><published>2003-03-09T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T15:49:36.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, you know those people across the street with the party after ten? My mom wouldn't let me call the police... but some othe rperson called, so they still got in trouble... tee hee... I'm evil...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90423326?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90423326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90423326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90423326' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90409315</id><published>2003-03-09T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T10:21:51.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay!! TUESDAY IS BENJI AND JOEL'S BIRTHDAY!! YAY!! I'm gonna go send them a potato with a pretty ribbon on it... Wait. That's what I'm giving Michael. I'll just send them love... **sends love to the GC twins** There.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90409315?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90409315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90409315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90409315' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90409140</id><published>2003-03-09T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T10:17:52.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dude. I guess there's some guy (HE SOUNDS LIKE HITLER!!) outside the apartment building on the street with a mega phone. He's just shouting some stuff we can't make out... I'M WEARING MY PLAID DRESS!! It's blue and green, but mostly blue. It's pretty ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is just pants. Simple Plan is fricking opening for AVRIL!! NOOOO!!! See, I'd be going to Toronto just to see Simple Plan, then leave once Avril comes on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90409140?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90409140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90409140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90409140' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90407657</id><published>2003-03-09T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T09:41:43.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realized my counter is less than forty away from hitting a thousand!! YAY!! Pretty soon, we'll be half as visted than 4182.blogspot.com!! YAY!! And I'll STILL have more guestbook entries!! YAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90407657?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90407657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90407657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90407657' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90407439</id><published>2003-03-09T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T09:36:36.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dammit, we need to go to my grand parent's house. It's my Mom's birthday tomorrow, so yeah. There are a lot birthdays in March. Let's see all of the ones I can remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 8: Steven and Michael's **note to self, get Michael a potato for his birthday with a pretty bow. He likes bows.**&lt;br /&gt;March 9, today: Ferdinel's&lt;br /&gt;March 10: my Mom's&lt;br /&gt;March 11, :Lia's, Joel and Benji's&lt;br /&gt;March 17: Leah's&lt;br /&gt;March 18 Jackie's YAY!! HOT TOPIC GIFT CERTIFICATE FOR YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;March 20, my sister's tutor's boyfriend's &lt;br /&gt;March 21, Mine, my aunt's, Spottie Dottie's ^_^, Lawrence's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Thomas' in March, can't remember the date, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who's CD I really need? the Sahara Hotnight's CD, Jennie Bomb. I thought their video for Alright, Alright was pretty cool. Poor guy in the video was beat up by two ladies, three little girls, and an old lady. Her cane broke while beating him. Oh yeah, and when he jumped into the mosh pit, no one caught him. Pretty sad ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I&lt;br /&gt;ve been looking for information on termites for forever. Why did I volunteer to type everything up for the project again? I dunno...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90407439?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90407439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90407439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90407439' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90389230</id><published>2003-03-08T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T22:16:33.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oohh... PEople getting in trouble with the law makes me feel so special...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90389230?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90389230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90389230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90389230' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90389165</id><published>2003-03-08T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T22:14:51.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY!! WE'RE GONNA GET PEOPLE ARRESTED!! It's after ten and the people across the street have loud music on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90389165?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90389165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90389165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90389165' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90389117</id><published>2003-03-08T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T22:13:37.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my aunt's way of choosing a bra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pick a bra, put it on. If half of your boob sticks out, get a bigger size. Repeat until it's perfect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the genius of my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90389117?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90389117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90389117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90389117' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90388891</id><published>2003-03-08T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T22:07:34.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEVEN AND MICHAEL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90388891?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90388891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90388891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90388891' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90388866</id><published>2003-03-08T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T22:06:46.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have just seen a picture of what I think is Joel mooning the camera. Woo hoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90388866?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90388866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90388866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90388866' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90388809</id><published>2003-03-08T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T22:05:26.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally saw The Hell Song video today. It kicks fricking arse, man. Action figures drinking booze, cameos from Jesus, Marilyn Manson, Destiny's Child, Korn, the Spice Girls... The Lite Bright Set in the background that says Sum 41, the toy helicopter, the guys' arms that are moving all the dolls and action figures... Steve gets ass... Steve gets ass... AVRIL WEARS GRANNY PANTIES!! Wow. That was random. Too bad Juliya wasn't there on IMX **stock market rox my sox**, I bet Steve and Deryck would've hit on her because Cone and Dave have girlfriends... AaAww,... Steve's parents asked him to move out of their house already... he's only 21 (I'm being sarcastic...) HEY!! HE CAN LIVE WITH ME!! Oh well, I'm sure &lt;a href="http://itmakesmyhandssticky.tripod.com"&gt; Angel from Six Ninety Four &lt;/a&gt;  would have something to say about it... like, NO!! STEVE'S MINE!! Michael think's she's hot... LIA!! MICHAEL'S CHEATING ON YOU WITH... HIS DESK!! **dun dun dun** I'm serious, I don't even want to touch his stuff anymore... GOD DAM* IT!! I've held his hand, like, twice... who knows where they've been... Don't worry, holding it was nothing romantic, I think he was trying to play Thumb War with me in Valerie's car for one of the times and was rubbing his hand against my head or hugging me or whatever (I didn't know what he was doing, it was during class...)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whoever started the rumor I'm habving a party at my house is lying. I don't even have a house. I live in an apartment.I know Jackie's having a party, so stop asking me for my address and go to her place!! This is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: **walks in from  the bathroom**&lt;br /&gt;Justin: **high fives me** PARTY AT LAUREN'S HOUSE!!&lt;br /&gt;ME: what!?&lt;br /&gt;Justin: YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the back of the classroom: PARTY AT YOU PLACE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**later**&lt;br /&gt;Michael C.: Is it true you're having a party?&lt;br /&gt;Me: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**even Later**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: I would just like to clear up the rumor that there is a party at my house. I repeat, NO PARTY!!&lt;br /&gt;everyone: yeah!! PARTY AT EDWARD'S HOUSE!!&lt;br /&gt;me: you guys have nothing else better to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90388809?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90388809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90388809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90388809' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90386851</id><published>2003-03-08T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T21:14:14.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meinardo killed a burrito. Poor burrito ^_^... Oh, &lt;a href="http://4182.blogspot.com"&gt;the Gum Wad &lt;/a&gt;is coming to life again. Yay!! Whenever I mention Jessica, I almost never link her, but when I talk about fricking gum I will. Isn't that sad? So, Jessica, YOU GET HONOR!! YAY!! I am... linking you in the descriptiony thingy!! GO YOU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90386851?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90386851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90386851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90386851' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90329903</id><published>2003-03-07T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T16:21:51.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.peachie.nu" target=_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.peachie.nu/reallyevil.gif" 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/3690251-90329903?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90329903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90329903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90329903' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90329807</id><published>2003-03-07T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T16:19:28.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I got kicked out of class so much and it wasn't fair because I was just talking. In class, if there was a pretty girl, I would just try to talk [to her] all the time. I like to talk, especially to girls. And I got kicked out of class all the time. The teacher would be like 'All right, stop,' and I'd be like 'Okay,' and keep talking. Then I'd try to impress her and it wouldn't really work. I'd get kicked out for trying to be funny, like they'd call me up to read and I'd read the wrong thing. I didn't take high school very seriously." - Joel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Benji thinks fate will one day bring him and Britney Spears together... He seriously does!" - Joel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wanna make out with every single person in this room... You..and you...and you over there..." - Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Joel! Take your shirt off!&lt;br /&gt;Joel: You take off yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look what you did, you just made me say 'badass buffalo' five times." - Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were the one who gave me those boxers? I wondered where they came from, I wear those! Although, I'm not a big fan of flannel, it gets a little hot down there, if you know what I mean..." - Joel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a weird story actually. We were all gong to your mom's house. We all got there at the same time and met on the porch." - Benji (on how the band met) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, on our day off we went to Disney for our first time and Joel was like a little kid. He was like 'Come on guys we have to hurry to Space Mountain!' And this morning when I walked in the bathroom, I swear I heard him singing 'When You Wish Upon A Star.'" - Benji &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My ass smells like Joel." - Benji &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold on, you can make fun of me when I’m done making my point." - Benji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I fell off the stage and all my clothes fell off! And I wet my pants... but they fell off, so I couldn't wet them, so it must have been the kid standing next me." - Benji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's my official statement? My official statement is... that I've been wearing the same underwear for the the past four days!" - Benji  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like to rip tags off mattresses." - Benji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you guys wanna know Joel's middle name? Wanna know Joel's middle name? Joel's middle name is Reuben!" - Benji &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're all gonna run around naked and make animal noises!" - Benji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One time I wanted to ask this girl to a dance, it was homecoming or something. I was too nervous because I get a little shy sometimes. Benj is definitely outspoken and I was like 'Call her and say you're me,' 'cause we sound alike. He called and asked her to the dance for me. She said no [laughs] ." - Joel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji: I go to take a drink of my uh, apple &lt;br /&gt;juice and uh as I'm, you know, drinking it, I realize everyones laughing and its kind of warm.&lt;br /&gt;Joel: And its not so satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;Benji: I drank PISS&lt;br /&gt;Joel: Thats right! He drank urine! Pee-pee water! &lt;br /&gt;Fluid wastes! He drank it!&lt;br /&gt;Benji: I am an idiot ladies and gentlemen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji: my last name is "Scum"..... now say that fast! &lt;br /&gt;Bradford: Benji Sc.... oh my god!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Who's the best kisser?] &lt;br /&gt;Benji: That would be me.&lt;br /&gt;Joel: I've never kissed him so I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!! GC QUOTES!! Well, only Joel and Benji...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90329807?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90329807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90329807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90329807' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90329414</id><published>2003-03-07T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T16:09:56.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  hey &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  its angel &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  uh... okay &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  hi &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  hi. &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  how u doing &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  fine &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  thats good &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  wat r u doing &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  made another web site, i'll link it to my main one &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  thats nice &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  yep.  &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  how do u spell dercks name &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  Derek &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  thanks &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  anytime &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  did u type the paper yet &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  no... &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  I will though &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  cool &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  who do u like &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  huh &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  what? oh, Jordan Pundik, Joel Madden, and sometimes Steve Jocz &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  in the class room &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  i wont tell:-X &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  no one &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  really? &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  uh huh **GOD DAMN POP UP ADS!!** &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  wat kind &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  i dunno.... what, you want some porn links? &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  hell yea &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  i bet you do!! &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  no im lieing i have some at home &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  i should have known... &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  how did u know &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  i had a feeling &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  wat &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  nvm &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  no wat &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  tell me &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  u said how did u know? &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  wat do u mean &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  after you i have some at (porn) home, i sed i knew it &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  o ok  &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  now i get it &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  so does all my boy cousins have some to &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  oh, okay &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  thats nice huh &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  sure is. what magazine. Playboy? penthouse? &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  both &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  y &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  u &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  want &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  some &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  no, just wondering, cuz hugh hefners evil. &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  in the mag there even dogs doing it &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  DOG PORN!!  &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  YAY!! &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  the dogs were licking the females bobs &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  UM OKAY. BOBS. &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  sorry,k caps lock &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  o my bad i mean milk jugs &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  um okay. I'm going to put this IM on the site. &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  go a head &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  okay. just thought Id warn you. &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  thats good i think &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  uh huh. &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  alot of people are going to see this huh &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  yep. &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  like who &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  Jessica, Kendra, Kirsten, everyone who visits 4182.blogspot.com (their counter has more thean 2000 on it) Michael, Elizabeth, Alyssa, Alyssa's mom, my sister... the list goes on. &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  than** &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  o k &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  thats alot &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  uh huh &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  i mean a whole lot like the whole world or something &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  huh &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  I dunno. &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  ok thats fine with me i think &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  is this good &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  no, not really. &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  how bad &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  uh, so bad that they'll point at you and say, there goes the dog porn kid &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  lol &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  lol &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  lol &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  lol &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  llol &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  lol &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  thats not bad &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  okay. &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  its omly bad if ur mom sees it &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  is she going to see it &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  but alyssas mom will &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooonoooooooooooo &lt;br /&gt; BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  help me God &lt;br /&gt; FeArThEpApAyA:  Lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notty notty Angel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCOVER THE WONDER OF LEE ANNE'S HAMBURGER JUICE!!&lt;br /&gt;You have just entered room "Chat 16004907434068416313."&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: watup&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: hi!!&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: hi!!&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: THERE IS NO PARTY AT MY HOUSE!!&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: hi&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: yay!!&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: so&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: lets celebrate...at LAUREN'S APARTMENT!! no party!!&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: okay...&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: lol&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: ya&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: woOhOo!!&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: God, who started the rumor I'm having a party at my house?&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe: yea lets go&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: i have no idea&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe: ne&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: who are you?&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: dont no&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe: me&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: yes you!!&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe: me&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: angel&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe: m&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: ANGEL!!&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe: me&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe: me&lt;br /&gt;Oo bAbEe 2323: who all of u?&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe: me&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe: mem&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: ALRIIGHTY THEN&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: fuck u&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: angel&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: Lauren...&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe: lol&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: lee annne&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: hi tricia!!&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe: angel&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: hey&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: growl.&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: tricia&lt;br /&gt;Oo bAbEe 2323: hey hey&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: I'm scary.&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: na&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe: trica&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: how would you know?&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe:  kghp[dfk&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe: hd&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: wussup...havent talked to you in a LONG time&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe: hdhdthdttrhj&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe: thtd&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: MOOSE CLUB!!&lt;br /&gt;Oo bAbEe 2323: hehe i kno&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: =)&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: no one posts on the site anymore...&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe: hell has come&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: yup&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: yeah. with you.&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: u&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe: no&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: THE HELL SONG IS GETTING AIRWAVES!! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: um...ok&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: ok&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: I can't believe I missed the video...&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: pbj song rocks&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe: wat ever&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: it does&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: I bet Deryck and Steve flirted with Juliya on IMX&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: 0.o&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe: no it does not&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: STOCK MARKET THAT ROCKS!!&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: ok...um...HI EVERYONE!!&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: HI!!&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: hi&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe: hey&lt;br /&gt;Oo bAbEe 2323: hi&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: WUSSUP?&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: nothing much&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe: hello&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: hey&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: same here.&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe: agin&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: I started a dumbass forum for my site&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: wat&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: 0.0&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: ok&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: invit more people&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: Abegail and Matthew are on&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: ok&lt;br /&gt;HiGhPiNoY has entered the room.&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: eeEeeEeeeeE&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: HI MATTHEW!!&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe: hey &lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: hey&lt;br /&gt;HiGhPiNoY: ...&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: mattew&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: BEEP&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: growl. This is Lauren&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe: hello matt&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: SQUACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: QUARTER&lt;br /&gt;HiGhPiNoY: hey&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: DIME&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: hey&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: HELLO&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: nickel!!&lt;br /&gt;HiGhPiNoY: i didint no hahah =)&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: XP&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: PENNY&lt;br /&gt;HiGhPiNoY: brb&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: HALF-PENNY&lt;br /&gt;HiGhPiNoY has left the room.&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: OK&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: BYE&lt;br /&gt;Oo bAbEe 2323 has left the room.&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: bye&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: HALF-HALF-HALF- PENNY&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210: latez&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: OK&lt;br /&gt;WaterKribby7210 has left the room.&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: 1/3 panny!!&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: PANNY!!&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe: see ya&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: penny**&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;BaLLnAzNsTyLe has left the room.&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: HEY...&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: okay.&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: WHERE'D EVERYONE GO&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: im back to normal now&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: SOMEONE STOLE THEM!!&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: okay. me too.&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: yah&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: same here&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: NOOOO!! NOT... people nappers...&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: nappers...dun dun dun&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: **scary music comes on**&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: **SHADY MAN IN TRENCH COAT LOOKS AROUND SUSPICIOUSLY**&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: and says MEOW&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: AND ARGH AND THE SAME TIME&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: MEGH&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: and crwls aorund on his legs&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: crawls**&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: BUT SADLY...HE HAS NO LEGS&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: so he's just rolling aournd on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: and going argh and meow&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: BUT THERE IS NO FLOOR...SO HE'S FLOATING&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: in the ater!!&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: water**&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: but he has an innertube!!&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: and a funny hat on&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: WITH ME ON IT!!&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: AND YOU HAVE AN UMBRELLA!!&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: AND I'M HOLDING A HAMBURGER&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: ...[with ketchup]&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: but no mustard.&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: *SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: what? the hamburger's heavy?&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: OKAE!!&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: uh, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: UH HUH&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: yep. what happened to the umbrella?&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: UH...IT FLEW AWAY WITH ITS FAMILY TO EAT...HAMBURGERS&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: cool. UNDER AN UMBRELLA TREE.&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: THAT HAD A COCONUT TREE NEXT TO IT.&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: BUT IT GREW... HAMBURGERS.&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: AND ONIONS&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: THAT SMELLED LIKE PERFUME&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: YES!! EU DE TOILETTE HEAVEN TO BE EXACT!!&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: ALRIIGHT!! LETS HAVE FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: uh, **throws confetti into the air and hands you a bag of pink star paper things** what now?&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: LETS THROW MORE!! *THROWS THE PINK STAY PAPER THINGYS* AND THROW MORE AND MORE AND MORE UNTIL WE GET MORE...AND THEN THROW MORE AND MORE AND MORE&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: *star&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: *STAR&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: UNTIL WE RUN OUT!!&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: AND THEN WE BUY MORW&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: SO I BUY MORE!!&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: *MORE&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: AHHH!! BUT WE'RE POOR AND HAVE NO MONEY...&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: but we have a nickel named harriet.&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: WOOHOO&lt;br /&gt;NFGsInMyCloset: but that's not enough. So we take the hamburger you have and make hamburger juice. and set up a stand.&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: CALLED LEE ANNE'S HAMBURGER JUICE&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: AND I GOTTA GO...LETS CONTINUE THIS SOME OTHER TIME&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE: BYE BYE&lt;br /&gt;iLuB2cYoOSmiLE has left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to continue this. HAMBURGER JUICE FOR SALE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90329414?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90329414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90329414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90329414' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90326886</id><published>2003-03-07T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T15:08:55.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.peachie.nu" target=_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.peachie.nu/peachflavored.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've started the Dumbass Forum, GO THERE!! NOW!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90326886?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90326886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90326886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90326886' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90286230</id><published>2003-03-06T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T22:03:48.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morgan Freeman has furry eyebrows ^_^...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90286230?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90286230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90286230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90286230' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690251.post-90285725</id><published>2003-03-06T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T21:51:02.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He he he, me and Michael were singing Addicted by Simple Plan today, so all you could hear was, "I'M A DICK, i'M ADDICTED TO YOU, HEARTBREAKER!! HEARTBREAKER!!" And then he started singing the Crank Yankers theme song. weird... Okay... Yeah. Edward R. made this big, shiny thing since we're doing the Stations of the Cross **wish us luck** and he's a soldier. When you put it on you look like a toaster. Since Michael's white, and he put it on, I said, HEY!! MICHAEL'S WHITE BREAD!! And then everyone gave me a high five. I've been getting a lot of high fives lately. IT MUST MEAN I'M COOL!! Noo, I'm like, the most uncool person ever. HIGH FIVES ARE BAD!! NOOOOOO!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3690251-90285725?l=exploding_toast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90285725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690251/posts/default/90285725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exploding_toast.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90285725' title=''/><author><name>Lorelei Weather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07266929698079476014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
