<?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-1537613675835692423</id><updated>2011-07-28T15:17:40.123-07:00</updated><category term='whot hello'/><title type='text'>Dear Ariel</title><subtitle type='html'>Art. Photos. Blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-302395904164320044</id><published>2009-12-17T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:19:31.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fml.</title><content type='html'>dear evan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can go die in a fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i told you that anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm not going to tell you for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cross that out, for a &lt;i&gt;long&lt;/i&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas, i could care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with loathing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-302395904164320044?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/302395904164320044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=302395904164320044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/302395904164320044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/302395904164320044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2009/12/fml.html' title='fml.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-68114464489093938</id><published>2009-11-24T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:04:28.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gingko.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/usada2aziuki/44949237.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to put a smile on a certain someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sub&gt;i hope...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-68114464489093938?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/68114464489093938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=68114464489093938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/68114464489093938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/68114464489093938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2009/11/gingko.html' title='gingko.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-4125472306584566711</id><published>2009-11-23T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:06:41.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="550"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=100757984&amp;width=1337" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=100757984&amp;width=1337" height="550" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/100757984/"&gt;cut.&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://lily-arz.deviantart.com/"&gt;lily-ARZ&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My piece was featured in a article on deviantART that was on the theme of depression. Which means a lot to me, being one who has suffered from it. So everyone knows, depression is a serious matter that is not a joke nor associated with a stupid label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://news.deviantart.com/article/100630/&gt;The article.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact I've been featured surprises me, but I am honored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-4125472306584566711?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/4125472306584566711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=4125472306584566711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/4125472306584566711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/4125472306584566711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2009/11/cut.html' title='Cut.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-8986767882007834496</id><published>2009-11-19T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:29:01.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no see.</title><content type='html'>um, yeah. so i'm in u.s. history rn, and it's a dick-fest in here. dead serious about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tris" is a major bitch with mental problems. siska wants to go see brokencyde tomorrow, but i prob can't go cause i'm at my mom's rn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason i'm at my mom's is cause my step-mom kicked me out of my dad's last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evan told me to blog about him. so, uhh...he's pretty awesome. no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;honest to blog.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh evan, you have so many acronyms to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm done for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;or the month....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-8986767882007834496?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/8986767882007834496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=8986767882007834496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/8986767882007834496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/8986767882007834496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-time-no-see.html' title='long time no see.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-9101262531567272092</id><published>2009-10-16T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:43:56.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, hey.</title><content type='html'>So, I ambushed a media group's mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, so hxc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Twitter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-9101262531567272092?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/9101262531567272092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=9101262531567272092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/9101262531567272092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/9101262531567272092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-hey.html' title='Oh, hey.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-8316845430594314646</id><published>2009-09-17T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T18:15:30.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no post.</title><content type='html'>HELLO BITCHES AND BASTERDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, school is okay for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy friend is totally clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art 2 is hella awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate is a fucking tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is kinda fantastic again C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-8316845430594314646?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/8316845430594314646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=8316845430594314646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/8316845430594314646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/8316845430594314646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time, no post.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-3094908486176953386</id><published>2009-08-31T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:34:55.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So it starts again.</title><content type='html'>So, right now I'm in Eppley's 3rd period class once again. Only, not for media. I've been taking Art 2 directive studies in here. The media class is really full this year, and out of all the students in this class, my fucking tool of a ex is in here (Nate). Slightly awkward, but I'll get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;As you can see, I'm having my Doogie Howser moment right now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss blogging in this class, and now I get to do it more! SPLEEE~! Haha, now I just have to get TOR working up again so I can get on dA and livejournal. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got to get back working on my art piece rn, so. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-3094908486176953386?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/3094908486176953386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=3094908486176953386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/3094908486176953386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/3094908486176953386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-it-starts-again.html' title='So it starts again.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-2739817087916630165</id><published>2009-07-10T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:59:42.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!</title><content type='html'>I'm still here! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, summer school has been good so far, made some new friends and catching up with old ones. A lot has been going on since I last posted so here's a break down on what has been up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last day of school, saw Night at the Museum 2 and The Hangover with some friends. Also ditched that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Catching up on Heroes season 3 and hanging around in the Heroes LJ comms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Recently watched Kill Bill again. Badass movie right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Drawing a lot actually. Hopefully I can catch up with scanning them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Planing to leave deviantART soon. I have my reasons why, I'll be using my LJ for once to post my art and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. July 4th, Carlina slept over. Hella fun that night, haha. I'll post the videos soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. HOLY FUCK, HARRY POTTER, LESS THAN FOUR DAYS. HOLY SHIT. KFDSSBGSDFJBSDJVBSJDBVCJSDBVJDSBVKSDBVKDSJF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. R.I.P. MJ &amp; Billy Mays. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I've been back on Neopets recently also, my username is lilyxzombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I think I'll be vloging too. I'm not too sure yet, but it's a possibility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Good riddance to you Ryan Ross. I never really liked you anyways. It was all about Brendon and Spencer. At least they don't copy off of Chuck's work. GO TEAM LESBIAN CAT!! FUCK YEAH, WHOO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I've been painting more. I like it a lot C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it~ I need to get ready to leave to see Bruno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-2739817087916630165?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/2739817087916630165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=2739817087916630165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/2739817087916630165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/2739817087916630165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey.html' title='Hey!'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-5605444163075912412</id><published>2009-06-18T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:00:14.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sup bitches!</title><content type='html'>Haha, summer vacation has arrived! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have summer school starting next week, but it's Monday-Thursday. Which is hella nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter 6. Holy. Shit. Romulans. Nargles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah, I just made a Star Trek reference. What are you gonna do about it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got cable yesterday, whoot! Watched Daisy of Love, Star Trek: Enterprise, and Stargate SG-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sci Fi is my new bff. Forget you, Cartoon Network.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...I'm kinda hungry right now, but I'll get food later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speidi needs to gtfo and diaf. Acronyms were needed to show my hate for these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conan O' Brien is fucking awesome~! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg Grunberg updates his twitter too much! DDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Needs more Heroes updates if you ask me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary Quinto needs to update his more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;plskkthx.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-5605444163075912412?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/5605444163075912412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=5605444163075912412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/5605444163075912412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/5605444163075912412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2009/06/sup-bitches.html' title='Sup bitches!'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-4453611200001792159</id><published>2009-05-21T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:35:20.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage issues&amp;such.</title><content type='html'>One, I was extremely bitter yesterday when I typed up the last post. Don't ask why I was, but after I posted that entry I felt better letting out my teenage anger at Miss Cali. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two, how hard is it to ask the guy you like to something as simple as picnic prom? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three, NBC is being lame. Just completely lame right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four, Twitter is extremely addicting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five, I have something to admit, I'm a Trekkie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six, Samar knows who the guy is and plans to use this as a advantage to get me to stop asking her if Ryan has kissed her yet (SEVEN MONTHS. HOLY SHIT). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven, school is almost over in a few weeks, frack yeah~. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight, Zachary Quinto has a blog, and his posts are AMAZING (or I might be biased, who knows). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine, there is this quiz going around my f-list on FaceBook called "Are you a potato?", yeah. I'm not a potato just for the record, so please stop trying to cook me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten, I should be doing my homework right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven, I'm legit excited for Sims 3 to come out, not gonna lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve, I plan on getting my mom's computer that she doesn't use anymore so I can use it just for Sims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen, yay summer school! Whoo~ /sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen, OMG HARRY POTTER 6, SDHVKGBFVJDSHGVJDHFVCJDFGDSJKHGJDSHFKDSGBVKDSHGVJSHVCBHJDGFHDSKJGVBJDSHF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-4453611200001792159?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/4453611200001792159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=4453611200001792159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/4453611200001792159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/4453611200001792159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2009/05/teenage-issues.html' title='Teenage issues&amp;such.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-1782899794641544667</id><published>2009-05-18T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:49:25.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tegaki E dump.</title><content type='html'>Cause rn it's boring in [insert class name here].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/usada2aziuki/347884.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/usada2aziuki/3478842.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/usada2aziuki/124261827926-34788.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/usada2aziuki/124266512365-34788.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i just drew this like, 5 minutes ago... :|&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee~ fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-1782899794641544667?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/1782899794641544667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=1782899794641544667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/1782899794641544667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/1782899794641544667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2009/05/tegaki-e-dump.html' title='Tegaki E dump.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-8952192745187994129</id><published>2009-05-02T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:21:33.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance is bliss.</title><content type='html'>That saying was from a song by Gym Class Heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday after school, I was talking to my friend Issac about random stuff. And we brought up "over-rated" musicians in our opinion. This came to Bob Marley, and my exact words to him was "Oh God, Bob Marley sucks." and a girl wearing a shirt with Bob Marley on it walked by us, and my guess was she overheard us. She was all like "EXCUSE ME, WHAT DID YOU SAY?!", stuff like that and kept walking past us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm now on my way home, and I stop to talk to another friend of mine, Patrick. Well, as I was talking to him, that same girl with the Bob Marley shirt walks up to me and bitches at me about how I disrespected Bob Marley and whatnot. This is what made me realize how stupid some of the students are at Clovis West. And I quote Patrick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"CW is full of ghetto Pinedale kids, I feel bad for you Ariel."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that school is not only known for it's snobby rich white kids, but its &lt;i&gt;ghetto Pinedale kids&lt;/i&gt; also. I truly hate CW, but I'm only surviving with the rest of my friends who hate it here also. But I can never bring myself to move to a different school at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, hopefully I don't get people mad at me for this post since I only do this to put insight of my life for others who don't see me as much anymore. If I offended you (depending on who you are), I'm sorry. But other than that, I hope you people know that yelling and violence doesn't solve anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;By the way, I can say whatever the hell I want. If you don't like it, then keep your mouth shut and stop defending it. There is no point of trying to change one's opinion, for it never goes anywhere.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-8952192745187994129?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/8952192745187994129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=8952192745187994129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/8952192745187994129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/8952192745187994129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2009/05/ignorance-is-bliss.html' title='Ignorance is bliss.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-1997639356959958623</id><published>2009-04-23T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:33:02.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>State testing.</title><content type='html'>It's boring as hell, not gonna lie. I just finished up two subjects (within two days) and I have two more next week (math and science). I'm not excited about this, but since I usually finish early, the extra time left over has given me a chance to write my own little fangirl-ish Heroes fanfic. I haven't gotten far on it, nor do I plan on posting it anywhere on the internet since that can ruin my image on the Heroes-lj and on the Mohinder one too (yes, I have a image to keep). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I joined the Heroes Evolution sites when it started. I want to, but it's such a complicated process that I don't feel like dealing with right now (besides, I can't use my phone at school, tho I've been using it for texting and updating the twitter). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fan thing on my laptop is loud. The vibrating setting on a cell phone is louder in a dead silent classroom. True facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel awkward when I use my tablet to draw during class. Like everyone is just watching me draw, I hate it. And of course, not everyone knows what the hell a tablet is, so I'm hit with the question of what the heck that silver pad is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I forgot the proxy site I used to use. Fml. I really want to go on lj and dA right now, arggg. Puck you school internet, puck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I can sign on MSN messenger. But of course no one is online, hahaha...fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-1997639356959958623?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/1997639356959958623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=1997639356959958623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/1997639356959958623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/1997639356959958623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2009/04/state-testing.html' title='State testing.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-5691393090594008649</id><published>2009-04-20T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T05:32:14.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting sick.</title><content type='html'>It sucks. I didn't have the flu, it wasn't a cold. No, it was a &lt;i&gt;virus&lt;/i&gt;. Notice how I'm not exact on what it is, but it's a &lt;i&gt;virus&lt;/i&gt;? Yeah, hated it so much. All I could eat was ramen, bread, and crackers and all I drank was G2 and water. And amusement? Well, most of the time I slept, but on the side I watched The Soup, iCarly, Fred videos, and Heroes season 1. To be quite honest, I lost count on how many episodes of Heroes I watched on Friday night. I thought I watched like, 10. Turned out I watched 8. And the side effect was having dreams that pertained to Heroes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dream #1!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohinder and Sylar all of a sudden become BFFFs, which then lead to them becoming &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; than BFFFs. And I don't mean bromance, I mean &lt;i&gt;romance&lt;/i&gt;. Then Sylar is like "Moh-baby~~, let's adopt!", and they adopted me cause I also had ~super powers~ (manipulate the elements or something like that, I don't know). It was awkward for awhile, then I got used to it. Just so you know, Sylar was the one wearing the pants in the relationship far as I can tell in my dream. And Mohinder was a really amazing cook, he made some badass pasta dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dream #2!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was awkward. So it starts out like this, top of a building, and here I stand in the middle between Sylar, Peter, and Mohinder. Apparently I had to choose who I really did love between the guys and I was all confused and scared. Peter and Sylar were yelling/shouting at all the good/bad times I had with them or whatever, but Mohinder was standing there in silence, looking very calm. Then Sylar is like "What's it gonna be, Ariel?", and I pretty much ran to Mohinder (prepare for a fangirl moment...) into his arms, crying. He whispered something like "I knew you'd come back.", or something around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dream #3!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be quite honest, it was just recreating the scene from the episode "The Butterfly Effect" where Mohinder and Maya were having crazy jungle passionate sex in the lab. But only I took Maya's place. &lt;i&gt;It was awesome~~&lt;/i&gt;. I never liked her anyways. Oh, minus the whole "HOLY SHIT I HAVE SCALES." part. I think it's some form the continuation of dream #2, I could be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dream #4!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you can see the pattern in the dreams. Mohinder Suresh. This time, it's less...er...awkward. I'm a senior in high school, taking zoology, and the teacher turns out to be him. I'm a &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; good student apparently, and in his class and everyone calls him Dr. Suresh. I turn out to be one the few ~favorite~ students of his, too. One day, I guess I had a shitty day and it showed to him and was like "Ariel, stay after class, I have some work to give you." or something like that. Turns out he wanted to ask if something was wrong and wanted to help and talk it out. Which helped and then told me "You're a good artist by the way. You don't think I see your doodles when you're done with your tests, don't you?", I nod my head, cause, I usually hope my teachers don't see my artwork (only a few I'm comfortable with since they are either the teacher of my favorite class, and/or has a history with me example, have the same teacher again the next year for a different class). He then smiles and then adds "One day, you're going to end up famous, I bet you. And everyone that knew you are gonna look back probably on how shitty they treated you. It's called karma, Ariel. And it can be used to your advantage.", which makes me think that my dreams are telling me to continue art. I don't plan to stop any time soon anyways~. Thank you dream!Mohinder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think I'm done here for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ps, i'm a little ticked that mohinder is m.i.a. rn in the season. i'm hoping he'll be in the season finale.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-5691393090594008649?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/5691393090594008649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=5691393090594008649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/5691393090594008649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/5691393090594008649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2009/04/getting-sick.html' title='Getting sick.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-7693190947898981884</id><published>2009-04-12T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:34:33.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, since my spring break is almost over, I decided to spend Easter watching old shows I used to watch back then. This included Pepper Ann, Doug, Recess, Gargoyles, Sabrina: The Animated Series, oh my god, I could go on. This was my childhood, my parents (before the divorce) would fight a lot, so to get away from reality, I watched a lot of cartoons. Much of a reason why my imagination is just completely bonkers (haha, that was another cartoon I used to watch, too) now. Also, probably why I can be immature at times. To this day, I still watch cartoons, and I could care less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pepper Ann was the all-time favorite for me. Saturday morning, wake up, turn the T.V. on, and watch the cartoons with my dad. And Pepper Ann was the bomb. I thought she was the coolest girl, and I wanted to be like her when I got older (ironically, I kinda did). I thought it was cool she liked to play video games and roller bladed to school or where ever she was going, yet was dealing with peer pressure of middle school of her reputation. Now, I didn't of it that way when I was little, but now that I'm older, I can relate to a lot of it. Middle school sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wE1aBK9GGhI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wE1aBK9GGhI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doug, Doug, Doug. Wow, this show had to be on something, I swear. I actually don't remember the Nick version (due to the fact I had no cable), so I unfortunately cannot relate to the early fans. But I watched the Disney version with my dad (I recently asked him if he remembers it, apparently he does), and told me when I was little, I was scared to watch the movie (okay, there was a sea monster, A SEA FREAKING MONSTER). I watched it a week ago on the internet, and wow, it was funny. But I'm still ticked off that I'll never know if Patti and Doug ever end up together (Digimon epilogue-esque episode!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5145Ia7cOdA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5145Ia7cOdA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recess was the satire of elementary school. There was the cliques, the random "club houses", the "let's make a huge pile of dirt" group, it had it all. I watch it now and realize how much The Ashleys were bitches. The movie was awesome, and the fourth grade teacher was freaking cool. And the playground set was just crazy, I wish it actually existed. Thank god none of the schools I went to were like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V-1VkFVW0ns&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V-1VkFVW0ns&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gargoyles! HOLY SHIT THAT SHOW WAS BADASS. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ygrEVnrg3Ic&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ygrEVnrg3Ic&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sabrina was the show of my dreams. I was so fascinated by witches, and magical stuff like that cause of that show mostly. Sabrina and Harvey=OTP. All the way, I thought they were the coolest couple ever. I used to read the comics and paperback novels (when I got a bit older, I watched the live action series). Every once in a while, the theme song gets stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QmID2qGxqC8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QmID2qGxqC8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, childhood, how much I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ps, if I put the comic book based show here too, it would be a very long post.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-7693190947898981884?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/7693190947898981884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=7693190947898981884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/7693190947898981884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/7693190947898981884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2009/04/childhood.html' title='Childhood.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-4676514108980434012</id><published>2009-04-01T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:28:25.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>English class.</title><content type='html'>Well, I should be typing up my essay on why abortion should be fully legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-4676514108980434012?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/4676514108980434012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=4676514108980434012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/4676514108980434012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/4676514108980434012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2009/04/english-class.html' title='English class.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-7472957507773445247</id><published>2009-03-29T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:11:30.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Akward meetings.</title><content type='html'>So, on Friday night, I decided to get out of the house and go to Borders. I enjoy it since there is just so much to read there and they close at 11pm, so that is a plus. As I was saying, I went there to read some good books/comics/manga/etc., and I found some totally bomb titles like &lt;u&gt;Marvel Zombies&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;Harley&amp;Ivy&lt;/u&gt;. Well, as some know, I have been trying to keep my comic book nerd status a secret now. So, I usually go to the "Religion" section in the store, since no one really goes there to read. Somehow, it was &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; crowded there, which pissed me off. And out of nowhere, some guy in my World History class sees me with these two random dumb bitches and he says to me "Hey, aren't you in my World History class? Lily, right?", and here I am holding fucking &lt;u&gt;Catwoman: When in Rome&lt;/u&gt; and I look up at him fucking nervous and all I said was "Oh, er...yeah, sure. See you on Monday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;God, I felt so embarrassed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-7472957507773445247?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/7472957507773445247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=7472957507773445247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/7472957507773445247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/7472957507773445247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2009/03/akward-meetings.html' title='Akward meetings.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-6806454554969643470</id><published>2009-03-09T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:49:54.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little something.</title><content type='html'>To prove that I'm not dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CT3xssSQOt0/RpDODd_PHZI/AAAAAAAAAUc/hpt6pZbIBYk/s1600/2072251217a4543723323b411799553l.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the Skins party photos make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-6806454554969643470?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/6806454554969643470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=6806454554969643470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/6806454554969643470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/6806454554969643470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-little-something.html' title='Just a little something.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CT3xssSQOt0/RpDODd_PHZI/AAAAAAAAAUc/hpt6pZbIBYk/s72-c/2072251217a4543723323b411799553l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-4788416136058233033</id><published>2009-03-08T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T14:33:09.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Partying in the future.</title><content type='html'>I always wondered how it would be like to go to a party like the ones they show in Skins. I'm not into the alcohol or drugs, but I have this feeling when I leave Fresno I'm going to end up at these kind of parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/usada2aziuki/musicguide.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found them funny and just one of the many things that you encountered in your lifetime. My cousin Juli showed me photos of this venue/club she goes to sometimes in West Hollywood where all the punks and hipsters hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/usada2aziuki/skins_460.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the photos was this guy half nude, knocked out. She told me of this thing where you draw all over the person's body when they are in this state. She never did it, but she found it so funny to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/usada2aziuki/skins_party.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she showed me the photos she took at these small gigs. There was a band she saw, and they were known to throw fake blood out to the crowd. She got some on her denim vest and told me it's been three months since that gig and the fake blood still won't come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/usada2aziuki/itemw.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Juli told me about her job at this photography studio she works at. The place is somewhere in Beverly Hills from what I remember she said. She told me she got to meet the lead singer of Foo Fighters, David Grohl and his family. Aparently his little daughter is very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/usada2aziuki/iteme.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lives in this one room apartment/loft in West Hollywood. She was able to have her photography on display in her very own art show. I wasn't able to go cause I had school at that time. But she released her own book with some of her photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/usada2aziuki/itemdd.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was called Slip. You can probably google it. Her name is Juli Lindsey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/usada2aziuki/itemd.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, I've seen all these shows&amp;movies and read these books that were based around the underground scene with these teenagers that were about to leave high school. And I always thought to myself if this was going to happen to me when that time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/usada2aziuki/skins_1.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the fact I do have friends that will most likely go or even host these kind of parties. I know I'll probably end up being the designated driver. I won't like it, but I'll do it for the sake of my friends'...er...&lt;i&gt;health&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/usada2aziuki/item.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that living a straight edge lifestyle is a little difficult with some of the friends I hang out with. But I have confidence that I can pull through with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/usada2aziuki/Skins_generic_1.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only wish is to hope my friends won't become addicts. It is one of the things I hate to see before my very eyes. And what I've learned is to give that person their wake-up call to come back to the real world as soon as possible before it gets any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No, I'm no one's wife, but I love my life with all that jazz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-4788416136058233033?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/4788416136058233033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=4788416136058233033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/4788416136058233033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/4788416136058233033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2009/03/partying-in-future.html' title='Partying in the future.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-7994046064804717795</id><published>2009-03-07T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:52:15.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>library.</title><content type='html'>Well, hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the library right now cause if you remember, parents took Phillis away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much damn art to scan in, it's not even funny. And I've taken much intrest in the show Skins. Cause, I like alcholic Muslim guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anwar=&lt;3333333333&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.tele7.fr/var/t7j/storage/images/diaporama/galerie-photos-de-skins/anwar/3643950-2-fre-FR/anwar1_image_diaporama_portrait.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to get my dad to rent me My So-Called Life for me. I miss seeing pre-30StM Jared Leto ;__;. And I'm still in my Bollywood phase, god, I love those kind of movies. Got a new cell for once, I like it, tho it's heavier than my phone charms....O__o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've watched Slumdog Millionaire so many times, the songs are like...imbeded into my head forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jai Ho~~!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tru fax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watchmen was amazing last night! Yes, there was some differences, but it was still a great addition to the fandom. I'm thinking of seeing it again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;look! a blue cock!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, things have been pretty good. Moving on and such silly things. Still kinda addicted to Flair on Facebook. Yeah....anyways, I think I'll stop here for today. I have a sweet sixteen to go to tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-7994046064804717795?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/7994046064804717795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=7994046064804717795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/7994046064804717795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/7994046064804717795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2009/03/library.html' title='library.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-7972339235558137676</id><published>2009-02-19T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:49:18.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot me.</title><content type='html'>Ihatedetention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So damn borring I want to jab my eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I'm excited for tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-7972339235558137676?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/7972339235558137676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=7972339235558137676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/7972339235558137676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/7972339235558137676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2009/02/shoot-me.html' title='Shoot me.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-6081978572110461351</id><published>2009-02-15T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:10:28.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day.</title><content type='html'>I'll tell you this, it was AWESOME~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I mean, nothing can compare to V-Day of 2007 with Peter. Watching Silent Hill, then playing numerous video games. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this year I was with my "Jim" at the local hang-out, RiverPark. His cousin was with us also. It was so crowded there, but it was srsly fun. Before "Jim" came to meet me at Borders, I was talking to this girl, Erica, about yaoi and bl, stuff like that. Haha, yet when my bf came, we stopped talking about bl and we were like "Oh, haha, we were talking about err...stuff! Yes, stuff, nerdy things you won't ever understand.". Yep. I also witnessed "Jim"'s cousin straightner shopping. LOL. Haha, and I met bf's parents, very nice people :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm done for today~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-6081978572110461351?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/6081978572110461351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=6081978572110461351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/6081978572110461351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/6081978572110461351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-5799228761990009575</id><published>2009-02-12T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:52:39.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mister manager.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h126/usada2aziuki/2d3uv7.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;corn baller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-5799228761990009575?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/5799228761990009575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=5799228761990009575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/5799228761990009575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/5799228761990009575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2009/02/mister-manager.html' title='Mister manager.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-1984266077561897407</id><published>2009-02-12T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:44:43.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're so starving.</title><content type='html'>Wow, hey guys. Long time no blog post. Dear Lord, so much has happened since my last post, so here's the recap in my shitty life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Grounded&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my step-mom took "Phyllis" from me. I really don't know how I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;TV isn't that much of a deal though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Death of The Tiger Do&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, my blonde hair is GONE. I'm sorta back to my natural hair color now. The blonde was starting to look v. groce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Art&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a shit load to scan. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;China/Japan Town&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit, that was fun. I'll post pictures and videos as soon as I get Phyllis back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Relationships&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm offically taken. And I'm very happy that I'm with him &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Possibly Sick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tru fax. My cough is getting pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;end.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-1984266077561897407?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/1984266077561897407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=1984266077561897407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/1984266077561897407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/1984266077561897407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2009/02/were-so-starving.html' title='We&apos;re so starving.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-3927715055520870681</id><published>2009-01-12T10:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:23:23.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YO, GET CRUNK.</title><content type='html'>idk, formal is soooooooooo '05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU TO ANYONE WHO WENT TO FORMAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOL, sarcasm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creepster~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'>Ask yourself, it might be true.</title><content type='html'>Anyways, it's been awhile since I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKWARD~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, media is getting to srs bsns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, winter formal is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I might just join my friends in their "anti-formal" over at RiverPark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, nothing interesting happened this week...yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! February 7th is when I go to China Town with the Chinese Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;even tho i'm not technically in the club anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna hang out with Jamie's group, and get some bento lunch stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEE~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm insane!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;maybe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fake Katy Perry n00ds are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, they really don't look like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-2569171487153139286?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/2569171487153139286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-8354604387238124455</id><published>2009-01-02T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:07:14.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the worst girlfriend you've ever had.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Just a little something that came to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know how I ended things straight.&lt;br /&gt;Saying how I can't corporate.&lt;br /&gt;That I'm living a lie and I can't go on.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like such a fool to even let it go this long.&lt;br /&gt;My words are true and it's a sad fact.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a lost puppy who can't stay on track.&lt;br /&gt;Just admit to me I'm not the one.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know you can't live with my bipolar act.&lt;br /&gt;And all this indie/nerdcore shit isn't your thing.&lt;br /&gt;Just say the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the worst girlfriend you've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be just going through a phase.&lt;br /&gt;Of having relationships that only lasts for days.&lt;br /&gt;It could be that Akira crippled my dating ways.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause, you know.&lt;br /&gt;I was so infatuated with his "personality".&lt;br /&gt;Or it could be that you are unable to show a bit of emotionality.&lt;br /&gt;There were times you came off as a total prick.&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can be a twat.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll say it again,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the worst girlfriend you ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends were so happy for me.&lt;br /&gt;The whole moving on thing on a degree.&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to see if we would go anywhere with this.&lt;br /&gt;And all it proved to me is I'm a heartless bitch.&lt;br /&gt;So go on and say it.&lt;br /&gt;Yell it if you please.&lt;br /&gt;Tell everyone you know that I'm the worst girlfriend you've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care anymore, just stop hanging on me.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now the birds are singing "you're a fool to fall for her".&lt;br /&gt;I know who I am.&lt;br /&gt;But do you know who I think I am?&lt;br /&gt;This is my last word to you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the worst girlfriend you ever had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-8354604387238124455?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/8354604387238124455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=8354604387238124455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/8354604387238124455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/8354604387238124455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-worst-girlfriend-youve-ever-had.html' title='I&apos;m the worst girlfriend you&apos;ve ever had.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-7115105286409363076</id><published>2009-01-02T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:53:14.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huge update/Happy New Years!/Projects.</title><content type='html'>Okay, to start off, I would like to say Happy 2009 everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's start it with a bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back from my grandmama's on the 30th, and New Years Eve was celebrated by playing Sly Cooper 2 then having your dad come in at 12:01 AM saying "Happy New Years, you dork! :D".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and I love Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog. Neil Patrick Harris is amazing actor in my honest opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my projects are held back once again DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to disappoint anyone. Be happy I uploaded art on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, look at my wrist! I gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-7115105286409363076?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/7115105286409363076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=7115105286409363076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/7115105286409363076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/7115105286409363076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2009/01/huge-updatehappy-new-yearsprojects.html' title='Huge update/Happy New Years!/Projects.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-3270726124662346693</id><published>2008-12-27T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:08:38.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3+day 4.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Day 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, more of the family came. Got to hang out with my cousin Juli, who by the way, is fucking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you wish you had a punk artist cousin like mine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for dinner? My Aunt Myiuki's grape leaves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(trust me, they are delicious. don't let the name fool you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Juli and I are the same size!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW!! INSANE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause, Juli is 22, I'm 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS DON'T MAKE SENSE ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 4;last day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so here's what's going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Juli,'Chess, Andrea, and I decorated a gingerbread house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you, it's amazingly sweet and shit awesome like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to play with the little ones ('Chess and Andrea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, they have more energy than when I was at their age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;lol at my childhood.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now we are waiting for my dad and my step-mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which will take ~~FOREVER~~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some of the family got to hear about Juli and my crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juli=punks, skinheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me=scene kids, hipsters, indie kids, asianxcore, and all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh, my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'll be disappearing now~~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-3270726124662346693?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/3270726124662346693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=3270726124662346693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/3270726124662346693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/3270726124662346693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-3day-4.html' title='Day 3+day 4.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-7455309019458619059</id><published>2008-12-25T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T12:26:45.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2; Christmas.</title><content type='html'>Happy Christmas guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys got what you wanted this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if not, I'm sorry D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-7455309019458619059?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/7455309019458619059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=7455309019458619059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/7455309019458619059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/7455309019458619059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-2-christmas.html' title='Day 2; Christmas.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-3392042220355261634</id><published>2008-12-24T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T22:17:49.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Grandmama's, day 1.</title><content type='html'>Well, I can tell you this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ran around the house taking care of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took a walk around the property, it was raining, and I got some good pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxed some more, then wrapped some gifts, my mom came over for a visit, all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow, my Uncle Struan and Aunt Miyuki are coming over. Then on Friday night, Aunt Heather, Uncle Steve, and my cousins Juli, Cori, Christoph, 'Chess, and Andrea are coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday, my dad and I &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; my step-mom is coming. Not sure, since she broke her hand and all. Then after all the holiday crap, I go home~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have to plan for New Year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;ps, everything will be posted on Saturday.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-3392042220355261634?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/3392042220355261634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=3392042220355261634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/3392042220355261634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/3392042220355261634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-grandmamas-day-1.html' title='At Grandmama&apos;s, day 1.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-3134420244666540642</id><published>2008-12-22T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:14:52.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Grandmama.</title><content type='html'>So, for a whole day, I visited my grandmama at the hospital/physical rehab clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, it was really boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am almost done with my book, &lt;i&gt;Romancing the Dead&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running around the clinic is kinda fun by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-3134420244666540642?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/3134420244666540642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=3134420244666540642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/3134420244666540642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/3134420244666540642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/12/visiting-grandmama.html' title='Visiting Grandmama.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-7690407084924799099</id><published>2008-12-20T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:11:53.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project updates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Iris.Decay&lt;/b&gt;: Hiatus, second chapter will be posted on December 20th. Then will come back again in the spring for some time, then will fully come back in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's Always Sunny In Fresno&lt;/b&gt;: On-off status. Two new strips are in the sketching process right now and will be done by December 19th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Commissions&lt;/b&gt;: Open, only will take them via LiveJournal and will only do sketches. Prices are $5 for one character, $10 for two. If any more, we will discuss about payment. Only mail order cash, and I'll send the physical sketch. Commissions are rarely scanned in and put on any of my sites (many reasons I will not get into). US only, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;New Projects&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X-PuLsE&lt;/b&gt;: In the workings right now. Characters are developed, story is in the workings right now. I plan to have some comic pages here and there in the story and the rest all prose. I'll introduce it on December 21st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guiding the Dead&lt;/b&gt;: In the writing process right now. I'll have the first chapter up by December 23rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;About the New Projects&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X-PuLsE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living the life of one teenager girl, Miranda, is no easy task. Suffers from a bad reputation of boyfriends who only turn out to be playas, lets her split personality take over the situation. This is what lead to the famous haunting rumor of "The Ex Slaughter of Hellsville Private High School". The new school year starts when a new student comes to Hellsville, a high school senior named Alexx Rosiline, who was known to be a playa but claims that he has been "reborn as a new person". Miranda meets him by accident, as she grows an interest to him as Alexx does for her. But who Alexx says he appears to be, is not what Miranda sees in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guiding the Dead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She sends them six feet below.&lt;br /&gt;He takes them to the white light.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working for Satan isn't as bad as his living head reaper, Lyidia St. McBride has confirmed. The seventeen year old has been kicked out of her own home by her parents, so decided to go to the very man who gave her the job for a place to stay. In the clouds up above, Deserey Gionian is the Holy Spirit's fallen angel. The 23 year old pierced and tattooed man takes the forgiven to the "white light" when it's their time. When they both cross paths, then end up in a tangled mess of forbidden love and a chase of cat&amp;mouse literally between Heaven and Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, detention is &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; Spock-ing boring. Blah, oh well. I'm tired as well, I think once I get back home I'll take a nice long nap. Okay, I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everything will be posted on Christmas!! Happy Christmahanakkwanzakuk!! Or however you spell it!!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-7690407084924799099?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/7690407084924799099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=7690407084924799099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/7690407084924799099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/7690407084924799099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/12/project-updates.html' title='Project updates.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-4662101805781367946</id><published>2008-12-20T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T02:37:50.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Eaters have no friends.</title><content type='html'>True facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, my dad and I are still up. He's playing WoW, and I'm...here just bolgging and uh...stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and he's cleaning the house a bit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to take care if my Granny next week, and I get to see my uncles and aunts and cousins and all that good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family, since we didn't celebrate Thanksgiving this year, because everyone got sick. And I just ended up having Thanksgiving with my mom and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love my mug shot necklace. It's soooooooo G. I put it on a long chain, and I can switch the pictures whenever I want. Right now it's Shia. He looks quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never hear me say, type, or yell that ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever mention that I love you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_WNp9jL-6lA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_WNp9jL-6lA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-4662101805781367946?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/4662101805781367946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=4662101805781367946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/4662101805781367946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/4662101805781367946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/12/death-eaters-have-no-friends.html' title='Death Eaters have no friends.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-7932185122397952635</id><published>2008-12-18T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T10:25:32.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANNA BE, THE VERY BEST~!</title><content type='html'>I don't know. I'm playing Poke'mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kurt is apparently "tall, dark, and handsome"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFFFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk, he told me to put that there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe is a cool person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mean Gabe Saporta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my friend Gabe is pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm gonna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-7932185122397952635?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/7932185122397952635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=7932185122397952635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/7932185122397952635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/7932185122397952635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wanna-be-very-best.html' title='I WANNA BE, THE VERY BEST~!'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-4678173549420700679</id><published>2008-12-15T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:49:42.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wizard rock&amp;break ups.</title><content type='html'>Wizard rock, amazing shit EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry and the Potters and The Whomping Willows, hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break ups, are, uh....hard?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;But I broke up with John, and he was like, "Okay" in a monotone voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's O-V-U-R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OV-URRRR~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I feel....happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we're doing a FUNN~*~* project in media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-4678173549420700679?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/4678173549420700679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=4678173549420700679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/4678173549420700679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/4678173549420700679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/12/wizard-rock-ups.html' title='Wizard rock&amp;break ups.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-1649656704311898456</id><published>2008-12-12T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:03:21.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind the sea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's the weirdest thing, but I think I might have doubts of John and my relationship. I don't know, like, we don't seem close as I thought we were. And somethimes he can be so damn immature when I'm serious about my issues. But now I guess I know where Alex was coming from when we broke up. It's so hard just to admit that I might not like him like I thought I did. I guess I was distracted by the fact I wanted to show Alex I was moving on and that I'm no longer in need of him. I know some people read my blog, and I know John doesn't. So, whoever reads this, do not tell him this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I repeat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;DO NOT TELL HIM.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is going to make me look bad, and Katie is going to think this is cause of Nathan. It's not, I just think John and I were better off friends anyways. But I will not break up with him at this time. I'm more reasonable than that, but I don't know when it's the time. I never broke up with anyone before (only exception was Travi and Peter), so this is hard for me. I've rejected guys, but I never had the guts to tell a guy it's over. Only to think the guy will just abuse me afterwards, I know he wouldn't though. It's just so fucking hard to tell him that I don't think this was the greatest idea. Sometimes I just want to crawl up into a corrner and cry my goddamn eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the only person I've told this to was Travi. As much as he wishes to be here and help me get through this. This is where I wish Peter was also here to understand. I want to cry so bad right now, but I can't. And I know this might hurt John more than it will hurt me. I don't even know why I even bother with boyfriends, I guess it's cause I like having that shoulder to lean on in times of desperation. I don't even know if I was happier when I was single or when I was with a boyfriend. Well, whatever. I have enough shit in my life to deal with as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, caio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-1649656704311898456?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/1649656704311898456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=1649656704311898456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/1649656704311898456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/1649656704311898456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/12/behind-sea.html' title='Behind the sea.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-7279103777757608684</id><published>2008-12-08T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:26:06.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays.</title><content type='html'>They are coming. And fast, too. I still have a bunch of people to buy presents for. I have commissions to do also, shit, shit, shit. Blah, anyways, my dad got me new guitar strings!! Wheeee~! So happy, and he said he's gonna rent the X-Files movie I Want To Believe, YES!! (THE BOAT, THE BOAT!!!) Haha, anywho, John and I are doing great, and today I have to take a visit to Alex's area at lunch so I can get my pins back. Whoo, how ~~fun~~. And this keyboard in Media is shitty. It's all sticky and stuff, I don't like it, needs a cleaning. Yeah, and as terrible as a FOB fan I am, I got Folie A Deux already leaked off the internets. Hahaha...ah...I'm terrible. It's AMAZING, tho!! I like Tiffany Blews, 20 Dollar Nose Bleed, and (Coffee Is For Closers) the most.&lt;br /&gt;And I finaly got to watch The Clone Wars series on the internets (like usual~). It's really good, to be quite honest. I don't know, that's just me tho. I'm a sucker for Skyguy+Snips moments. And I really, really, REALLY want this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://shop.starwars.com/kernel/imageload?table=cat_images;ttl2=15;key1=1306870_f;key2=-100_f&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, THAT. It's so cute!! Squeee~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, anyways, today is Darien's birthday~! So happy birthday to him. And he's the candy cane fairy, srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm done for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-7279103777757608684?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/7279103777757608684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=7279103777757608684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/7279103777757608684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/7279103777757608684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-8243251916580973223</id><published>2008-12-02T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:57:22.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>808s&amp;Heartbreaks</title><content type='html'>Is a amazing album by the genius Kanye West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my back feels like a shit load of people were punching it in a mosh pit. Fuck my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, Media is okay today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few requests to get done, which are mostly Skyguy+Snips C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, I haven't been able to get sleep lately D:&lt;br /&gt;Each night I get at most three hours of sleep now. Ugh, I hate you zero period PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, Heroes was awesome last night! I'm so excited for the next episode now that Claire knows all the info~~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her "dad" is a asshole. YOUR DANM DAUGHTER DIED FOR LIKE...FIVE HOURS. AND WHERE WERE YOU? SHOOTING OFF AT SYLAR AND ELLE. Dude, you don't go off and kill people RIGHT after they have sex! THAT'S JUST R00D, U KNO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU ARE NOT SWEENEY TODD!! GODDANM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho........umm....I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-8243251916580973223?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/8243251916580973223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=8243251916580973223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/8243251916580973223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/8243251916580973223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/12/808s.html' title='808s&amp;Heartbreaks'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-122459612849821706</id><published>2008-12-01T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:35:29.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official.</title><content type='html'>John and I are going out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I'm blogging in Media like always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really fucking cold today D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a shit load of fog and mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like in that shitty move, The Mist or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back hurts D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAPPY CHRISTMAS, HARRY!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, like I know what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-122459612849821706?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/122459612849821706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=122459612849821706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/122459612849821706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/122459612849821706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-6433341974875518120</id><published>2008-12-01T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T04:17:02.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just, why.</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what the point of this post is going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a new NeoPets account?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I forgot the year I put myself under on my last account, LOL. So I had to make a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's "lilyxzombie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, I have to get ready for school soon, in like, a hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAWWWWWWWW D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, ummm....I was watching The Clone Wars movie, and Anikin and Ahsoka look fucking amazing together. Forget the fact the six year age difference, they are meant for each other. Both of them are stubborn as hell. So I joined the community on LJ for the pairing along with the TEGAKI E Star Wars comm. too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if that rumor of DeLeon and Demi is true, shoot me. There is a HUGE gap between FBR and Disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;could be that DeLeon wants that Disney movie staring him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Demi wants to get to William Beckett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, the world is gonna end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only got two hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-6433341974875518120?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/6433341974875518120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=6433341974875518120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/6433341974875518120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/6433341974875518120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-why.html' title='Just, why.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-2283551420017049964</id><published>2008-11-28T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:26:52.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The holidays.</title><content type='html'>They only have just begun. Katie and I are gonna go "Black Friday" shopping at the mall, sounds fun. I'll pack my megaphone and have my moshing skills at handy in case some dumbshit tries to get past me! HAHA!! I'm kidding, last year was murder. This year will be probably milder since the economy is out of whack. Oh, America and your national television "rickrolling". Just so you know, I was watching the Macy*s Thanksgiving Parade. HAHAHAHAHA!! That was so unexpected, America itself got "rickroll'd". And by the Foster's float no matter! But, I was totally digging the Pikachu and Hello Kitty balloons! Pikachu's cheeks light up, so I'm told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M IN LOVE~~~~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know if he knows. BUT WHO CARES!! HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cue musical scene*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DOES SHE KNOW THAT YOU LOVE HER~~~~~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, never been happier to be quite fucking honest. And I have new comic ideas! I'm so excited for this holiday, it's different this year. IT'S THE YEAR OF CHANGE...OBAMA WISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mom agreed to help me with my Angel-inspired outfit! As in TODAY 4 U, 2MARROW 4 ME~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, I know I can be a RENThead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm half-way through the whole Arrested Development series, such a shame it only lasted three seasons. Next series, Charmed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to bed, I need rest badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I actually went by myself shopping. Saw Shawna and Stina :D. Hahaha. I love my new Hogwarts scarf!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-2283551420017049964?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/2283551420017049964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=2283551420017049964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/2283551420017049964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/2283551420017049964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/11/holidays.html' title='The holidays.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-5858315576686123617</id><published>2008-11-21T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:03:42.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=10&gt;It's hammer time!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-5858315576686123617?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/5858315576686123617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=5858315576686123617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/5858315576686123617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/5858315576686123617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/11/wait.html' title='Wait!'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-3591962596382886644</id><published>2008-11-21T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:44:56.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a relief.</title><content type='html'>It's nice to know Jeniffer doesn't hate me.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I'm gonna see Breathe Carolina next week, super excited!!&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololo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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk what i just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-3591962596382886644?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/3591962596382886644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=3591962596382886644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/3591962596382886644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/3591962596382886644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-relief.html' title='It&apos;s a relief.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-8917363792044490421</id><published>2008-11-20T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T08:52:59.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese 1.</title><content type='html'>Whoo, Chinese class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk, it's really quiet in here. Kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have a sub in there, it's so odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Arrested Development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;annyong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, msn works on school internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;not like anyone is online.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hulu isn't blocked here either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;i think i'll watch the episode of House I missed this week.&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YEAH, FAMILY TREE TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;I get to make a family tree for chinese.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-8917363792044490421?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/8917363792044490421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=8917363792044490421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/8917363792044490421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/8917363792044490421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/11/chinese-1.html' title='Chinese 1.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-3606351616284543645</id><published>2008-11-14T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T17:15:07.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh.</title><content type='html'>He gave it back to me after school.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this has been stuck in my head for awhile now. It's something I came up with today in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;cross-posted on &lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/62973621/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;MONDAYEYES&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Repairing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm forgetting my own 'Sarah Marshal'.&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving on to one who likes me for being the real me.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is repairing still.&lt;br /&gt;Adding the finishing touches.&lt;br /&gt;Making sure that I won't crash into a emotional mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that reminded me of you,&lt;br /&gt;Is nothing to me now.&lt;br /&gt;I can look at those pins without even crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time together was fun while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;But we both knew somehow we'd give up.&lt;br /&gt;Our differences conflicted too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the egotistical image of a anime character any fangirl dreamed of.&lt;br /&gt;I was the rebellious indie hipster kid who dyed her hair one too many times.&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised our own friends didn't say "I highly doubt they'll last a week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post break-up was a bit bitter.&lt;br /&gt;After that week and a half,&lt;br /&gt;I learned that all you were was a notch in my bedpost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's stop the ignoring games.&lt;br /&gt;We know we can't keep this up.&lt;br /&gt;Let's go back to being good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you told me to move on.&lt;br /&gt;But 'moving on' doesn't mean 'ignore my ex 24/7.'&lt;br /&gt;Grow up you jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I worry about my own friends.&lt;br /&gt;I worry about you sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know you have worse sleeping habits than me.&lt;br /&gt;(just so you know, I can see some grey hair.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are still the 'playa ex' in my book of boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;But in the book of friends you are 'the guy who said happy birthday to me at 12 AM'.&lt;br /&gt;Let's forget our post break-up drama and live life as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Your crazy insane bitch ex :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to go to a "no on 8" protest tomorrow!!! &lt;br /&gt;WHOOO, SUCK IT YOU DIRTY CONSERVATIVE REPUBLICANS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;u kno me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'm off to watch my shows I missed within the week now~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-3606351616284543645?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/3606351616284543645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=3606351616284543645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/3606351616284543645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/3606351616284543645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh.html' title='Oh.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-4065831207976626524</id><published>2008-11-14T10:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:08:45.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I update my blog too much in class.</title><content type='html'>Alex keeps forgetting my necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel is not amused by this fagatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-4065831207976626524?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/4065831207976626524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=4065831207976626524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/4065831207976626524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/4065831207976626524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-update-my-blog-too-much-in-class.html' title='I update my blog too much in class.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-3522589487806977433</id><published>2008-11-13T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:30:29.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the brighter side.</title><content type='html'>Bollywood is amazing shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;SAY OM SHANTI OM~~~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'm actually in Media right now. The rest of my group is out filming for our project. I trust them to have good ideas when I'm not around, so yeah. I barely come with them for filming, I just sit in class on the computer on LiveJournal through some shity proxy site, haha. Or text some of my friends, but I can't cause I only have 65 minutes left on my phone and 14 service days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm stuck with a pay-as-you-go phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks, I kinda miss my crappy razr. It had my awseome ringtones and pictures ;___;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and freaking DDR!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. And my hair falls out. That's what I get for bleaching my hair twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;not in a row.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm loving Kanye West's new stuff! Coldest Winter is my jam right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sub&gt;i am such a kanye west fangirl.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how we wish for yesteryear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the clock in Media is gone D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW IN THE WORLD AM I EVER GONNA KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS NOW?!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their is like, wires and cords pouring out of the wall in the area where the clock was. It's pretty. odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;speaking of which, i'm listening to pretty. odd. right now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I should stop now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-3522589487806977433?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/3522589487806977433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=3522589487806977433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/3522589487806977433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/3522589487806977433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-brighter-side.html' title='On the brighter side.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-6139355602924937598</id><published>2008-11-08T22:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:16:48.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have something to admit.</title><content type='html'>I can't ride a bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please thank my over-protected mother for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-6139355602924937598?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/6139355602924937598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=6139355602924937598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/6139355602924937598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/6139355602924937598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-something-to-admit.html' title='I have something to admit.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-1181555991995313952</id><published>2008-11-06T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:36:16.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elections '08.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=10&gt;OBAMAAAAAAAAAA~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2053/2263126677_d6dec90773.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YEAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed off at California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voted yes on prop 8 D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;religious assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Media productions class is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;danmit, i want my Buddha necklace back from my stupid dirty conservative republican ex, alex. D:&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suck it McCain~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ololololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jkjkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-1181555991995313952?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/1181555991995313952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=1181555991995313952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/1181555991995313952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got to hang out with Carlina and Dillion~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo.&lt;br /&gt;wal-mart is fun~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acording to my ex, Alex, I am a "skanky liberal democrat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a "dirty conservative republican".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO OBAMA~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;we believe in barack obama~ he luvs u and he luvs ur ~momma~ we believe in barack obama, ~*~yeahhhh~*~*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I'm in media production class right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda hard typing on the mac keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and spice girls in on my mp3 player (aka ringo~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;never give up on the good times~~~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye loosers~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, the other pmore song from the twatlight soundtrack sucks.&lt;br /&gt;u heard me, sifs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps, thanksgiving is coming up!&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YEAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-1220955061791659225?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/1220955061791659225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=1220955061791659225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/1220955061791659225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/1220955061791659225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-and-politics.html' title='Halloween and politics.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-2931688036894960843</id><published>2008-10-27T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:29:24.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy shit.</title><content type='html'>just stfu about prop. 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you aren't changing shit talking about it, nor can you vote so just stop shiting brix about the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is gay marrage more important than our enviorment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=8&gt;Hi, global warming is still here guys.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't give me a "God wouldn't approve this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS GOD ON YOUR TOP 8?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me i need Jesus in my life, I will fucking get a chainsaw and chase you down till you cry for mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;guys, i'm not that mean.&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going now, I'm in media right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-2931688036894960843?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/2931688036894960843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=2931688036894960843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/2931688036894960843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/2931688036894960843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/10/holy-shit.html' title='Holy shit.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-8501027552247838597</id><published>2008-10-17T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T17:11:11.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is in~.</title><content type='html'>Out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Trek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellz ya I'm gonna see the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whootwhoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, i've never posted so much within a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-8501027552247838597?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/8501027552247838597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=8501027552247838597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/8501027552247838597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/8501027552247838597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-is-in.html' title='What is in~.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-2441818477426607407</id><published>2008-10-17T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:00:04.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol.</title><content type='html'>I'm in media production class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Srsly bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macs are fun computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Phantom Planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilovealexgreenwald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=9&gt;BOO!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you gettin' scarred yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/carden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-2441818477426607407?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/2441818477426607407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=2441818477426607407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Clean it. Fix it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;(I wrote this after my boyfriend broke up with me. Some of you might relate to it :D)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice job, asshole.&lt;br /&gt;You've really done it now.&lt;br /&gt;You see this?&lt;br /&gt;It's bleeding on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean it up why don't you?&lt;br /&gt;It's going to stain the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;Get a rag while you're at it.&lt;br /&gt;Blood isn't that easy to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it to Dr. House.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure he'll know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately he's a genius.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike a man like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many "I'm sorry"s.&lt;br /&gt;And your "comforting" sayings.&lt;br /&gt;It won't fix the problem.&lt;br /&gt;Like how my heart is fraying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-3420382940891381280?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/3420382940891381280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=3420382940891381280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/3420382940891381280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/3420382940891381280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/10/break-it-clean-it-fix-it.html' title='Break it. 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Fix it.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-5573719591928124664</id><published>2008-10-07T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:30:31.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S c a n d to the a to the l o u s.</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His birthday is coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Forgetting Sarah Marshall is the best break up movie, EVER.&lt;br /&gt;;___;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Gabe and I are talking again!&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALKING TO A 28 YEAR OLD VOCALIST.&lt;br /&gt;HELL YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;WHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I want to get the snarky post out of the way for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Silly Alex, people won't get a bad impression on you when they read my blog~*&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows you broke up with me so I have every right to be pissed off at you :D&lt;br /&gt;And vote no to prop.8 kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARIEL KNOWS ABOUT POLITICS AND GOVERNMENT?! &lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD, THE WORLD MUST BE ENDING! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;stfu, of course I know about politics and government.&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;McCain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tru fax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohsnap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends is on.&lt;br /&gt;bye freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-5573719591928124664?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/5573719591928124664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=5573719591928124664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/5573719591928124664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/5573719591928124664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/10/s-c-n-d-to-a-to-l-o-u-s.html' title='S c a n d to the a to the l o u s.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-739085911741749609</id><published>2008-09-17T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:35:51.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>None of your concern.</title><content type='html'>Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I've been so tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i h8 u 0 per. pe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love Fridays~&lt;br /&gt;It's like, the best day of the week evar~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*eeekeeekeeekekekeeeeeee*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STFU, MARSHAL. GO BACK TO YOUR POOL, DOLPHIN-BOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways~, life has been okay. You know, the usual. Guy throws crumpled paper at your head during biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;doesn't anyone know you aren't supposed to bully emo kids?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I kissed a boy just to start shit and bitches loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;kissing a girl, and liking it is soooooo over-rated&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and I need to start watching Hitman Reborn! D:&lt;br /&gt;Alex has been telling me I should~&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I will. Just....not now....&gt;___&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lazy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I need to do my Chinese homework ;__;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-739085911741749609?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/739085911741749609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=739085911741749609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/739085911741749609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/739085911741749609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/09/none-of-your-concern.html' title='None of your concern.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-1688284518307158160</id><published>2008-09-03T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:47:02.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't care.</title><content type='html'>My faith has been renewed for Fall Out Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what the others say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FUCKING LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go out and buy my copy of their new CD when it comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I might even PRE-order my copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how hardcore I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take that back, cause I'm not a *~member~* of OCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DNW TO WASTE MONEY ON A FAN CLUB OF A BAND I WILL NEVER SEE LIVE AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sry2say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go waste my money on The Academy Is... for SLH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-1688284518307158160?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/1688284518307158160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=1688284518307158160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/1688284518307158160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/1688284518307158160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-care.html' title='I don&apos;t care.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-5746097750676477744</id><published>2008-09-02T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:35:05.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, school.</title><content type='html'>It's okay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance was okay, you can say I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, partied like a cobra, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really, I just like saying that. It's pretty catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classes are fine, few annoying people here and there, but it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo~ way to go Tom coco for leaving CIWAFFLES. You made a good choice and I fully support your decision on why you left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shunt is a asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-5746097750676477744?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/5746097750676477744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=5746097750676477744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/5746097750676477744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/5746097750676477744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-school.html' title='So, school.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-3183141664218502114</id><published>2008-08-26T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:43:12.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School sucks.</title><content type='html'>No shit it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But having Akira-kun there makes everything better~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the anon posts at fbrt have been worth waiting for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not saying they weren't lulzy~ during my summer, but now my Friday nights only get even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk whut i'm doing this friday. i think i'll hang out with akira-kun and then just hang out at the fail school dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whut whut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, i want new episodes of my shows nao. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plskkthnks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-3183141664218502114?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/3183141664218502114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=3183141664218502114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/3183141664218502114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/3183141664218502114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-sucks.html' title='School sucks.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-7108731778720921758</id><published>2008-08-23T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:05:27.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's end.</title><content type='html'>Summer is soon to be over, and I'll have to go back to school. Which I don't wanna do, but I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great summer and made new friends at summer school. Everything has be great recently and there is more adventures to come. I'm one year older, and only getting even wiser and more bitchier than ever (I'm not kidding about being even bitchier, by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one of my heroes, Ryan Ross wrote, "Things have changed for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my friend Akira-kun is almost here to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-7108731778720921758?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/7108731778720921758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=7108731778720921758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/7108731778720921758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/7108731778720921758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/08/summers-end.html' title='Summer&apos;s end.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-7117003106792642921</id><published>2008-08-20T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:39:39.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fast times.</title><content type='html'>So much has happened in so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ani-Jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warped Tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yesterday, my all-time favorite band, The Academy Is... released their new CD Fast Times at Barrington High. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't care what some of the people think on lj. Really, I think this is as equally as good as Santi and Almost Here (well, nothing beats Almost Here actually). I don't see what the big deal is, they made the album they wanted to make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally loving Crowded Room, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I have a leaked version. Get over it already, everyone knows I get my music before a lot of people.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I will be going to Target to buy my own copy of Fast Times at Barrington High. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's how it works...if there is a cd i downloaded that was leaked, and i really like it, i'd wait for the cd to come out and actually buy a copy of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really just wanna support my boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And A Goofy Movie is total epic-ness. Not gonna lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music is pretty boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...well, I'm off. My back hurts D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ariel xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-7117003106792642921?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/7117003106792642921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1537613675835692423&amp;postID=7117003106792642921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/7117003106792642921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1537613675835692423/posts/default/7117003106792642921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear-lily.blogspot.com/2008/08/fast-times.html' title='The fast times.'/><author><name>grab a star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-8763392701090615560</id><published>2008-07-21T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:14:06.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, what.</title><content type='html'>arg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh so confusing sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i don't feel too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-8763392701090615560?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_41A1sN1dGB8/SBQqENYIfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_LB8RHA1i6E/S220/7735588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537613675835692423.post-5994857319332404895</id><published>2008-04-27T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T00:22:46.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whot hello'/><title type='text'>HELLO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hello guys, how are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, SNL is on right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's just a rerun, but whatever, I like this episode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Christoper Walken and Panic At The Disco, I mean really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"Hi, I was on Oprah cause I'm pregnant...and a man."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;whootwhoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;life is great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;-lily xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1537613675835692423-5994857319332404895?l=dear-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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