<?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-2892751042464897003</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:40:59.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of Night Rain</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-4890723420347297130</id><published>2011-12-14T21:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T22:16:02.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BAAAHHHH LONG TIME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a70ceb4968144c83" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da70ceb4968144c83%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331666841%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6FF1D0584A437AF368BC62E4AB4B7D64B09B7CF5.8308BA167C64E3CB98C7CBB041D9EB7457D158FC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da70ceb4968144c83%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCF02nyc12dCWWv0zCWon2-hjbTw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da70ceb4968144c83%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331666841%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6FF1D0584A437AF368BC62E4AB4B7D64B09B7CF5.8308BA167C64E3CB98C7CBB041D9EB7457D158FC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da70ceb4968144c83%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCF02nyc12dCWWv0zCWon2-hjbTw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRESH NOTE: I will not be posting the photography, apparently. My connection is being stupid. Therefore, no photos. Sorry, guys! (Not like it's that much of a put out. I'll give you a cosplay link to make you happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cosplay.com/gallery/217735/"&gt;Rikku Cosplay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-4890723420347297130?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/4890723420347297130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=4890723420347297130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/4890723420347297130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/4890723420347297130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2011/12/baaahhhh-long-time.html' title='BAAAHHHH LONG TIME!!!'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-7975591123932256130</id><published>2011-05-22T21:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T21:40:49.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lunatic's Lament</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2e7463e31d82d56d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2e7463e31d82d56d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331666841%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D19F252C332BF24D7AE5A6447D3CFAEBE5D21C462.4FE31FDDFA6E468C4779BBA5581D8DB10C6CCCF7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2e7463e31d82d56d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DItpYqw-NYWIz6OlQJsk2n2jV7y0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2e7463e31d82d56d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331666841%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D19F252C332BF24D7AE5A6447D3CFAEBE5D21C462.4FE31FDDFA6E468C4779BBA5581D8DB10C6CCCF7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2e7463e31d82d56d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DItpYqw-NYWIz6OlQJsk2n2jV7y0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-7975591123932256130?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/7975591123932256130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=7975591123932256130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/7975591123932256130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/7975591123932256130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2011/05/lunatics-lament.html' title='A Lunatic&apos;s Lament'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-448686144229518969</id><published>2011-05-22T03:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T03:59:04.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in My New Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So my friend came to visit today...and we went exploring all over the town. We were initially attempting to find a park for us to swing in, but that didn't fly. So we went down to the river (I didn't even know the town had a river until today O.o) and went walking down there. Then we proceeded to drive down the road until we found a construction site. After taking billions of pictures of that and a bunch of skeletons, we went drifting in a nearby gravel pit.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we returned, we took the pleasure of going on Omegle and being cruel to guys by asking if they wanted to see my pussy (which was the cat, Ella) or offering to flash them, by which I took my camera, turned the flash on, and snapped a shot. Chris, these are for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G4MXPLZzSJY/TdjCBvKl8HI/AAAAAAAAASI/A-9q_fqf3uE/s1600/NVille%2B49.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G4MXPLZzSJY/TdjCBvKl8HI/AAAAAAAAASI/A-9q_fqf3uE/s320/NVille%2B49.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609446670986506354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QmeHTDCJbyI/TdjCBZ4yD1I/AAAAAAAAASA/0pWgoPLoSgQ/s1600/NVille%2B48.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QmeHTDCJbyI/TdjCBZ4yD1I/AAAAAAAAASA/0pWgoPLoSgQ/s320/NVille%2B48.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609446665274658642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and this is summarized because we are going to bed. So yeah. Good night. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-448686144229518969?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/448686144229518969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=448686144229518969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/448686144229518969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/448686144229518969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2011/05/adventures-in-my-new-town.html' title='Adventures in My New Town'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G4MXPLZzSJY/TdjCBvKl8HI/AAAAAAAAASI/A-9q_fqf3uE/s72-c/NVille%2B49.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-7049931950681029942</id><published>2011-05-20T19:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T21:25:04.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Webcam Excitement!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7c55b93ed0150462" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7c55b93ed0150462%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331666841%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85AD1C5C5EFB555B5A92CAAAAC9B6164DBD09801.29A1B9C6F95E37606292C039BA01E008F155D069%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7c55b93ed0150462%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1aavE87E-eL58UfEq7tShyXBGZQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7c55b93ed0150462%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331666841%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85AD1C5C5EFB555B5A92CAAAAC9B6164DBD09801.29A1B9C6F95E37606292C039BA01E008F155D069%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7c55b93ed0150462%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1aavE87E-eL58UfEq7tShyXBGZQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;The songs are Animal by Neon Trees and Love Song, as covered by Four Year Strong. I do not claim any of these songs as my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soo...yeah...publicly humiliating myself with my weirdness and lack of a life. Rock on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-7049931950681029942?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/7049931950681029942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=7049931950681029942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/7049931950681029942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/7049931950681029942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2011/05/songs-are-animal-by-neon-trees-and-love.html' title='Webcam Excitement!'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-3805730422005825528</id><published>2011-05-20T16:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T16:38:37.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, and I guess the world is ending tomorrow. So yeah. Bye. XDXDXD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. 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For the first time in my life. Yeah. Two hours away from my parents' house...though I'm not sure it really counts too much as spreading my wings; I'm living with my sister while I'm attending school. Which is pretty quiet; I mean, I have to drive at least an hour to see any of my friends, which pretty much sucks, and am reduced to making videos such as the one I will be posting later today. Don't judge me; I'm a weird cookie. Filled with chocolate chips, raisins, and turnips. Hey, I told you I was weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-6345252528289548885?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/6345252528289548885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=6345252528289548885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/6345252528289548885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/6345252528289548885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-8843683965960715315</id><published>2011-04-20T20:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T21:03:07.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion and Respect</title><content type='html'>Whew! We had our first hands-on session in class today, and although we only really learned Effleurage, it was so tiring! I have a new respect for massage therapists...it makes me all the more worried to become one. But then...after I get into the rhythm of things, it shouldn't be so hard...I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I get to give another massage...boyfriend. Lol. Then play Kinnect...then Friday, we're going to Applebee's...and then hopefully a...HOT TUB PARTY! YAY! I have a lot of.........in here. It's pointless for me to be writing this post but I just am. Because I'm tired and not thinking straight. Oh...and once again, if you were the person that misses me and sent me a message, please do so again with your identity. I don't know who you are!!! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. 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It was one of those, "We're sending you this ad because it matches your profile's interests!" ...It said, 'Find gay older men in your area.' How is this to my interests?! o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the title refers to my delightful adventures at school. For the last two days, we have been mastering the art of draping, which is what massage practitioners use to cover the parts of the body that are not being massaged. This is typically done with a sheet, or sometimes towels. As a student body of fourteen people, we do not have time to dress individually behind a dressing screen. Therefore, we make tents out of twin-sized sheets upon the massage table for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes this extremely awkward because you have to trust that your partner is making sure there are no visible holes in the sheet or between the sheet and the table. In addition, you must undress entirely while laying down in an extremely small space. (Why am I even talking about this? I somehow believe it is relevant to the fact that I feel the need to make a blog post...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My partner is a woman from China. Although she knows fluent English, she still struggles to understand some slang and just every day speech. She only turns to me about three times a day to explain something to her, so it's not terrible. :) I like working with her; she's very nice and has a great sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she did not fully grasp what we were meant to do with draping techniques. On Monday, although we were all supposed to try undressing beneath the tent, I seemed to be the only one brave enough to actually attempt it. Since others were not, most of the girls worked on practicing draping certain body parts and whatnot. However, two male friends I had recently made in the class were standing around with nothing to do. They must have decided it would be interesting to watch my partner and myself. Needless to say, I regret being brave. My partner must have been distracted by something; I am sure she was observing other groups to have a better grasp on techniques. When you are undressing under a sheet that small, it is very easy to kick out a side. I am very relieved I left my undergarments on in fear that such a thing would happen, because I am quite certain those boys got a glimpse under that sheet. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, in the future, we won't have such problems, for we will have to fully undress. :s If something is unsuccessful, I suppose it will make a wonderful story to tell others. A wonderfully embarrassing story, but delightful nonetheless. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-2914170700964927527?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/2914170700964927527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=2914170700964927527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/2914170700964927527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/2914170700964927527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2011/04/adventures-of-draping.html' title='Adventures of Draping'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-6671704587715991763</id><published>2011-04-13T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T19:32:23.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Message to Readers</title><content type='html'>Also, will the "Anonymous" person who left me a comment very recently, bringing me back to this  blog, please leave a comment on this post? I'm not sure who left the comment. :/ Sorry, but...yeah. Not sure. XD Thankies, guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-6671704587715991763?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/6671704587715991763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=6671704587715991763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/6671704587715991763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/6671704587715991763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2011/04/message-to-readers.html' title='Message to Readers'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-2572655250341270343</id><published>2011-04-10T15:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T15:53:15.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Needed Update!</title><content type='html'>Recently, a certain someone posted a comment on my blog (it was deleted, as requested) and I therefore visited. After greatly enjoying reading through my old posts and getting a few laughs, I decided I was way overdue for an update. Who needs blogs anymore though, right? We all have facebook for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last post, of course, a lot of things have happened. My senior year was quite memorable. I met Dillon Peterson, who is still one of my best friends to this day, in music history, which was my favorite class that year. It was taken over television, microphones, and cameras; known as an ITV course. He's from St Croix Falls, which is about an hour from my house (now he's attending River Falls...once again, about an hour.) It did not take us long to hook up. He called me by complete accident one night because we exchanged numbers in order for me to see a play he was in (we both knew he was just making an excuse to get my digits lol), and the screen on his phone was not working. In an attempt to call another friend of his, he dialed my number. He must have decided that since he already had me on the phone, he might as well make the best of it and make his move. Yup...by the end of that three-hour conversation, I was already in love. He asked me out about a week later. It was my first real and honest relationship. We never fought (until the end, when he started smoking...which is what we fought about), he convinced me not to commit suicide, helped me through a lot of things that were going on that year, and made me truly happy. I thought I was going to marry this guy until, two weeks before the one prom I was scheduled to have a date for, he broke up with me. It didn't hit me at first, of course, because that's who I am, but I then cried at least once every day for three months...also spent my prom night crying. Made sense...I was dressed up in old fashioned funeral garb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my best friend started dating Andrew Helmueller, my ex, and wound up getting pregnant. So it was a hormonal ride through our last year of high school, and a definite test to our friendship. We passed, of course, and I am a proud godmother. Sierra Helmueller will be one in August, and is a very happy, bouncing little girl. Sam and Andrew are now married and live nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the summer, I attended my cousin, Livi's graduation party. Feeling adventurous that day, I made multiple attempts to meet people that arrived there, and it was my determination that told me to stay there for the whole day. It felt like something important was going to happen, and that something arrived about two hours in, blue eyes blazing across the yard, and basking in his six-foot-five glory. When he took his seat, Livi greeted him first, which told me his name, and once she left to welcome others, I plopped myself in the chair in front of him and gave a friendly, "Hi, Andrew! I'm Heidi." While I was thinking, 'cute guy...if anything, I'll make a new friend with this one. I can feel it," he was pondering whether to dish up sausages or meatballs. Really nice. He proceeded to invite me to a party with fajitas, and a pool party (which was the grad party of Livi's now current boyfriend), where we jumped into the pool in full clothing. We were both wearing skinny jeans, I might add. The next day, I went to a party that served ice cream and cotton candy, and then another pool party, where we had a blast stalking the robot that cleaned the pool, and then spent five hours in the hot tub together, where he decided he'd make his move and sit in a very small, enclosed space with me, and wrapping an arm around my shoulder. There, we endured about two hours of obnoxiously rough horseplay from a group of five-year-olds that decided they didn't like Andrew. We got pretty cozy on the hammock later when it was too cold to swim, and when I finally left, I realized I didn't know where I was going, so I pulled up to the end of the driveway and called him to get directions. He ran all the way to my car instead of just telling me on the phone, just to see me for a few more minutes. How cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Eclipse midnight premiere with him a few days later (neither of us wanted to see it, but his friends were going as a joke...I ended up being the encyclopedia of Twilight because I've read the books. I didn't even get to watch the damn movie; was too busy answering everybody's questions on it.) We went to a hot tub party later that evening, and I asked him out to breakfast the next morning. Andrew finally asked me out in the Perkins parking lot by going, "My friends are really judgmental." He left it at that for about ten minutes, until I was finally leaving, and he goes, "Wait! One more thing. Most of the judgment is, 'When are you going to ask Heidi out?'" Silence. I said, "So?" He replies, "So...." And then makes 'the guns' with his fingers and winks. "Is this your way of asking me out?" I question. "Yeah..." "All right." "Cool! We are now officially dating." And he shakes my hand. What a weirdo. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked at 3M over the summer and went to Valleyfair nearly every weekend with people. Andrew was set to move to Wichita, Kansas in August, and I then decided I would move with him. So off I went to Wichita. I was there for about two months, and it ended up not working out because the roommate I was meant to have bailed on me. Had to turn down the job I had recently got at Olive Garden and return home. Andrew later moved back home after second semester was over, so we are no longer eleven hours apart. Our anniversary will be in June. My longest relationship yet. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammi-chan, one of my best friends (from New Jersey), introduced me to to her other friend from Wisconsin, who currently lives in North Carolina. Andy and I are great friends now that we've actually started talking. If it weren't for his possessive girlfriend, I'm sure I'd still be pushing my monthly text limit. We texted each other nonstop. INSANE. He's moving to Wisconsin in June. I'm super excited! However, I am a little scared that we, for whatever reason, will not get along in person. Anyone get that apprehension?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have been attending The Salon Professional Academy for massage therapy, which is so great. I'm learning a lot, and we're starting hands-on really soon. Can someone say free massages for months on end? WOOHOO! Herm...not much more to update. Ta ta? I don't know how to end these posts anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-2572655250341270343?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/2572655250341270343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=2572655250341270343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/2572655250341270343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/2572655250341270343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2011/04/much-needed-update.html' title='Much Needed Update!'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-8647216310133143516</id><published>2009-02-15T23:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:37:41.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day- What a Scam</title><content type='html'>So apparently I'm one of the only people who truly loathes Valentine's Day...why is that? You'd think someone else would despise the stupid made-up holiday for the pain it causes those that don't have someone to celebrate love with. Valentine's Day has the #1 record of suicides than any other day in the year. People are already depressed about their lack of a significant other, so why push them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done a great deal of suffering; it just annoys me to have all the gushy pink hearts around me on a regular basis. YUCK! &gt;.&lt; I can't stand such feminine things. Hahaha, roses are nice though; got a white one from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh...I'm always extremely uncoordinated on the fourteenth, too; I always dread the morning of it because...yeah...too much love. So I was extremely worried for work, and rightfully so. I was mortified; a guy almost twice my age asked if I wanted a "hot date" with either him or his brother. And then...hahahahaha, this is the best part- some college guy walked in, took one look and my face, and wrinkled his visage in disgust. I was laughing at how horrible it was, and then when he had to come through a lane, mine was the only free one, so I was just mirthful as I watched him hesitate before reluctantly walking in. Don't know what his problem was, but it brought me a great deal of amusement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-8647216310133143516?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/8647216310133143516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=8647216310133143516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/8647216310133143516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/8647216310133143516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-what-scam.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day- What a Scam'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-4903178104436204846</id><published>2009-01-20T22:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:19:02.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another I'm-Doing-This-Because-I-Have-To Post</title><content type='html'>Junie...I'm busy...and my life is very uneventful...what do you want me to say? And no, Ben, as far as I know, is not reading this blog. At least I hope not. ¬_¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...I have nothing to add in. It's finals...woop-de-doo...I'm no longer dating Andrew...another drawling yay. What more do you want? Um...I dyed my hair red...I'm singing a Gaelic song for competition next month...ummmmmmmm...yeah, okay, I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-4903178104436204846?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/4903178104436204846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=4903178104436204846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/4903178104436204846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/4903178104436204846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-im-doing-this-because-i-have-to.html' title='Another I&apos;m-Doing-This-Because-I-Have-To Post'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-3098945320636317078</id><published>2008-11-15T23:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T00:30:00.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An-I'm-Doing-This-Because-I-Have-To-Post</title><content type='html'>Oh boy...a little over a month. Whoop-de-doo...alright, fine...because Junie insisted, I'll post despite my schedule of havoc. Alright...now that I'm seventeen...well, actually, a lot has happened since I last posted. I guess I'll be here all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the most significant event was that Ben and I broke up September 28. That was a difficult process; he took me for a walk and started talking about how he would be there for me no matter what, and that he thought it was great that we'd gone so far in such little time. I didn't really know how to break the news to him. God had already spoken to me about it, and had told me that Sunday was the set date...I didn't believe it until the opportunity was thrown in my face. There wasn't a spark, and although many people don't seem to understand that [the majority being guys], that IS an essential part of a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a really fun lock-in at Sam's house the same weekend, which was awesome. If you're on my facebook, you can check out some of the pics. Sam also got a job with my employer, which is awesome. As for work...I did get my raise, and have now been working there for seven months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a Youth Retreat, which is a Christian camp for teens. There are too many stories for my fatigue...cannot post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KaSondra, one of my dearest friend's sister, got married last weekend. I served tables, and also sang Your Song by Ewan McGregor for them...that was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Civics, we had to recite the Preamble. Heh...I acted as Hannah Montana and sang it. Kind of interesting...and humiliating. Can't explain it in real words. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what Junie wants me to say. There isn't much to speak of, so...idk. XD I guess that's my update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-3098945320636317078?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/3098945320636317078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=3098945320636317078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/3098945320636317078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/3098945320636317078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-doing-this-because-i-have-to-post.html' title='An-I&apos;m-Doing-This-Because-I-Have-To-Post'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-4126534650763897189</id><published>2008-09-21T00:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:36:00.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Updates</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not having updated in so long...not that anyone really reads this blog anyway. Aherm...well, the recent activities for autumn...hm...well, first of all, school has, of course, resumed (unfortunately). We have a new principal that I think all of my schoolmates believe we can do without. He's very controlling and seems to enjoy playing the position of power through fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently sick, and in a great fear of losing my job. Karla isn't exactly too friendly with me anymore, and I've been screwing up a lot as of late. &gt;.&lt; My attendance is awfully faulty, and the fact that I'll probably have to call in tomorrow isn't going to look so good. I can probably kiss that raise goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is quiet, and assumably, I should be going to bed soon. I just sneezed. I know...fascinating, right? Ugh, this cold is driving me insane. I almost fainted in checkout today...I figured it was wise to have them send me home. So I left early...for the second day in a row. Not good. My next paycheck will be small, and I'm really lacking money right now. It's immensely tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat is driving me up the wall. She's returning to her habits that she had at the end of the school year, and it's getting on my last nerve. However, I'm praying over this, and hoping for a fresh start. Who knows? Maybe, if I'm lucky, she'll just butt out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a little while after we started dating, but Ben and I seem to be getting a bit more serious. I used to be afraid, I'll admit, but the romance is beginning to grow on me. However, I don't think I'll ever be that "romantic evening"- obsessed girl you see sighing at the gushy movies and books like most women. Hm...I don't really know what to say about it. As much as it drives me crazy to admit this, I'm beginning to wonder if I might be falling in love. It's a far fetch, but considering I'm beginning to feel the same way about Ben as I once did Andy, only different because affection is actually RETURNED to me...well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd carry on about these...er...moments with my boyfriend, but I really shouldn't, so I'll carry on. I've been writing a lot more lately. Songs seem to be a top priority for whatever reason, and they aren't my average lyrics. The words coming from me recently are of Christian rock, which is an entirely new genre for my experience. I love the music, but I've never written it before, so it's a clean sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life seems to be spiraling out of my control. I am losing track of everything, including myself, and I'm not exactly sure what to do with it. God has become the main aspect of my views, and I'm very proud to declare such, but I'm not sure what to do with the distraction it's been giving me. I've been praying over it, but it's still a constant struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, I'm almost seventeen. It seems so crazy to think that, in one month, I will no longer have my sweet sixteen year, which, after all, ended up being pretty sweet. ^^ We'll see what the next year has to bring...can only hope for the best. Hope everyone's well...don't know who's reading this, but if you are, best wishes. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-4126534650763897189?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/4126534650763897189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=4126534650763897189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/4126534650763897189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/4126534650763897189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2008/09/autumn-updates.html' title='Autumn Updates'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-3481192129109926235</id><published>2008-08-24T02:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T02:46:00.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Far Beyond Pivotal Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>How many times have you stated, "I just want a girl who will love me for who I am...a girl who will wait for me, no matter what..." AARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH! GAH, I have finally snapped. Okay, seriously! How long will it take you to freaking REALIZE that you HAD THAT ALREADY! Of course, I might stress the HAD, considering I've been over you for a few months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for you for...let's see...how long was it? Oh yeah, FOUR YEARS! GRAH! And I never truly had a problem with who you were...I just wanted to see you be YOU! Grrr...I can't even write anymore. Enjoy your relationship...yes, I'm happy for you. Just don't get hurt. &gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-3481192129109926235?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/3481192129109926235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=3481192129109926235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/3481192129109926235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/3481192129109926235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2008/08/far-beyond-pivotal-forgiveness.html' title='Far Beyond Pivotal Forgiveness'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-3520704929944090003</id><published>2008-05-31T22:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:48:41.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May Update</title><content type='html'>It is, sadly, the last day of May. Then again, I cannot say that is so remorseful; that means there's only one full week of school left! YAY! CELEBRATION! The most unfortunate part about the upcoming week includes the many finals we shall be taking. NOOOOO! T-T I hate finals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would like to announce some good news- we shot Murkey. XD Zomg, it took forever, didn't it? Finally that cat is gone, and we now have a new kitty in its stead. It was originally taken from Sammy's farm and given to Matt, but it was my brother's wish that we take him back, so he is currently spending his first night here. Lucky me got to pick him up and drive him home. MAN, that was obnoxious. That cat never stops meowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The economy is sadly growing poorer, I regret to say. WHOA! No WAY...am I REALLY talking about something other than my own personal life? Yes, I really am. Gas prices are rising, as well as the strike of inflation upon all of the stores' goods. Unfortunately, our wages have not been raised, so I still work for the minimum wage at my job. It's not MINIMUM WAGE, persay, but it is at the store I work at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what else I should say. I read The City of Ember...I would reccomend that one, but I won't continue with my literature rampant. So just be sure to keep in touch, and I'll talk to you loves later. BYEZ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-3520704929944090003?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/3520704929944090003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=3520704929944090003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/3520704929944090003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/3520704929944090003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-update.html' title='May Update'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-7278611747176594215</id><published>2008-04-16T22:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:22:14.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/SAaz9SYmxiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/VqEIhFw_46g/s1600-h/amaya+uno.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/SAaz9SYmxiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/VqEIhFw_46g/s320/amaya+uno.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190033486079510050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; This is my beauty. ^^ I named her Tex, even though Tex from Red vs Blue is black, I know, but out of my friends, I represent her character. Yay? Anyway, I got this a little while ago- a Dodge Spirit. I luffles mah car...much more than my mother's vehicle. Anyway, I finally got the pic up here, considering my batteries decided to start working again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-7278611747176594215?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/7278611747176594215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=7278611747176594215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/7278611747176594215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/7278611747176594215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2008/04/tex.html' title='Tex'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/SAaz9SYmxiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/VqEIhFw_46g/s72-c/amaya+uno.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-5235013888160830759</id><published>2008-04-08T23:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T23:16:24.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On- Letter</title><content type='html'>I guess there's a time for everything, and it's high time I finally said farewell. I've liked you for three and three-fourths of a year, and I'm sure you won't object to me stating that I have finally decided to do what I can to move on from having feelings for you. It's going to be so hard to forget what it was like to feel so strongly for you, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said there are so many other guys. I listened, but all I could see was you. Every time I heard a certain song, or read a book with an interesting character, I thought of you, because it would remind me of either a moment we shared, something you said, or just how you live your life. But I've kind of had enough of the heartbreaks; yes, I've had my share from you, and I'm ready to live my own life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew you never cared for me. Our interaction just a few days ago was enough to verify that for me. And I'm pretty sure, given time, all you'll ever think of me of is a friend, and that's alright. I'm not trying to say goodbye to our friendship, just to my hopes for something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could say good luck to you, huh? It seems you've got your hands full with all those girls on the field. I know you're pretty happy that you're not the guy that's standing in the shadows of the rest, and I'm glad that isn't a burden on your shoulders. But also keep in mind that you don't need to try to keep up with the rest of them, because I know I'm not the only one that loved you for who you were; differences and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw you- and you probably know who I'm talking about by now-, God didn't want me to see you in your punk glory.  So instead, He gave me eyes to see YOU. It had nothing to do with physical appearance; I saw your soul. And from then on, I was hooked. But things are changing, and I don't think I can put up with another broken heart. Who knows how long it took me to patch up the last one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God certainly has blessed you, and I'm glad to see it. You're an amazing friend, and I wish you well. I just figured it was your right to know about this, and this time, I didn't feel the need to say it in person. XD Take care, and I'll talk to you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yours truly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-5235013888160830759?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/5235013888160830759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=5235013888160830759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/5235013888160830759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/5235013888160830759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2008/04/moving-on-letter.html' title='Moving On- Letter'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-6144247539977459036</id><published>2008-03-09T21:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:10:47.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Epilogue of New Year's</title><content type='html'>Dangit! I thought I said on my New Year's post for you people to comment and tell me what you did for the occasion! AGH! Does no one follow orders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, an-update-because-I-have-to (because of Junie's concern):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really been doing much as of late. Reading has been my main hobby, but I've started working on a Medieval-based Fantasy original. Oooooo. *-* Everyone make faces of awe! It's coming along okay, I suppose...could be doing better, but I've been so caught up in this series I've been currently reading. Oops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been boring, as usual. I would be looking forward to Spring Break, but that'll be my recovery time after surgery, so the pain is not exactly anticipation-friendly. Not only that, but I have to say good-bye to two of my friends this week. T-T They're off to Mexico for a Mission's Trip, scheduled to be gone for two weeks. They're some of the main people I talk to online, so it's going to be a bit dull without them...and at Youth Group. Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom is coming up, as you might have guessed. I would have originally liked to have asked Junie, but that's not quite possible, is it? Hence, I am waiting for another guy's response as to whether or not he'd like to attend this year as my escort. The theme is 'Red Carpet Affair', which is almost fitting, considering I will be wearing a long red gown. XP I'll be sure to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have much else to say on the matter. Um...I got a job today. WOOHOO! However, I have been denied the car I wanted to buy. Apparently it's a 'cop trap' because it just so happens it's a type of race car. Damn. &gt;.&lt; Ah well...I'll find the right one sooner or later. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-6144247539977459036?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/6144247539977459036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=6144247539977459036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/6144247539977459036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/6144247539977459036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2008/03/epilogue-of-new-years.html' title='Epilogue of New Year&apos;s'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-5684048210777276450</id><published>2008-01-19T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T23:55:13.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Herm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/R5LTTFaBVnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hgC9OmIDgoE/s1600-h/Heidi+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/R5LTTFaBVnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hgC9OmIDgoE/s320/Heidi+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157416848114931314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Yeah, I don't know what to put for the title. Anyway, I got a new haircut yesterday. Yay! XD I can't really say yay; it wasn't what I wanted. The hair stylist took only one glance at the picture I was using for reference, and then she never looked again. Argh...it was supposed to look like Yuna's from Final Fantasy X-2. Curses...oh well...it now looks like a tomboy's cut, which is alright, but...well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, I went to see 27 Dresses with Sammy...that was pretty good. A chic flick, which is normally against my tastes, but fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride home was most interesting. We came across a flipped car, so Sam's mother pulled to a stop to help out. The two people inside the car were not seriously injured, but gained a few cuts and bruises, as car accident victims do. They sat inside the car to warm up while I dialed 911 to get some officers out there. The driver was two months older than me, on the way home from a basketball game in my own town. o.o Yeah...wow. That was a bit of a shocker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-5684048210777276450?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/5684048210777276450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=5684048210777276450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/5684048210777276450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/5684048210777276450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2008/01/herm.html' title='Herm...'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/R5LTTFaBVnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hgC9OmIDgoE/s72-c/Heidi+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-2304278345406147930</id><published>2008-01-17T00:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T00:12:21.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenjiro-kun</title><content type='html'>Oh, and to some of you that might be a bit new to the blog, Kenjiro (Kenji) is a fictional character I enjoy writing with. No, I'm not crazy, it's just a way to spice up the posts a bit, see?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-2304278345406147930?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/2304278345406147930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=2304278345406147930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/2304278345406147930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/2304278345406147930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2008/01/kenjiro-kun.html' title='Kenjiro-kun'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-816846455406703300</id><published>2008-01-16T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:55:38.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I've been lazy and haven't posted a new year's greetings for all of you. So I'm saying it now- Happy 2008! Leave a comment; what did you do for New Year's Eve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the night at a friend's house, and we stayed up to watch the Time Square party, which was most interesting. It was entertaining to see some of my favorite artists of today perform live on stage, so I was satisfied at the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has started out slow. Who would have guessed that for a person with no life? I suppose this would have something to do with the continuous craving for literature I still contain. For whatever reason, I've been nuts about books ever since I picked up New Moon by Stephenie Meyer. Oh, that series is INCREDIBLE! Highly reccomended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I went off subject again. No problem, though; I highly doubt you're interested in a bookworm's rants. I did, however, write a new song today. YAY! This does nothing...our band has dropped, I do believe. We haven't had a practice in forever, and we're still having no luck with finding other members to play instruments. So now I'm just writing songs for enjoyment, I suppose. Who knows? Maybe I can sell them in the future. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the semester is drawing near. That means lots and lots of homework. Yaaaay...that just tops the cherry on my ice cream! Ugh, once school is out, you'll see me dancing in the streets. I really shouldn't complain, though; boring classes are a lot better than drawling meetings. Enjoy teenage life while you can, ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-816846455406703300?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/816846455406703300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=816846455406703300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/816846455406703300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/816846455406703300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-4382485397622960708</id><published>2007-12-26T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:39:34.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know that for most of you, it's 'Merry Christmas', and I just went through a whole battle with my brother about that...what's wrong with saying happy, eh? Every other holiday has 'happy' in front of it, so why not Christmas? It sort of comes automatically, too...like when I think "Merry Christmas", I say, "Happy Christmas." I don't know...whatever works, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hope everyone has had a marvelous holiday. ^^ I've been bored out of my skull, but it's been a good one nonetheless. Everyone made it to our get-together, and if a happy family giving to each other isn't Christmas, I don't know what is. This holiday has been all about giving this year...for me, anyway, and I'd like to give you all a big hug for being great friends. Luv ya bunches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't posted in so long, so I should probably give you an update as to what's been happening. I got my license on the first attempt on the driver's test (yay for mwa! WOOHOO!), so I've been driving every chance I get. Um...Kenji's been scrounging for books to read, though he doesn't seem to know that the prank ones I gave him (yes, more bunny books) for Christmas were just a joke, and I have a whole stash of them hidden away. Oh the sweet, sweet revenge. &gt;:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year has been going by so quickly. Can't believe it's nearly 2008! AGH! Anyway, I've missed my online buddies, and I want to give a Happy New Year to all of them. &lt;3&gt;.&lt; Especially Junie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been scrounging for any sort of literature I can get my paws on. Ever since I finished my story, I've been craving books, and sticking my nose in one is exactly what I've been doing on my vacation from schooling. ^^ Oh, the lovely words filled with imagination! Now it's just a pain as to what to read next...such boring novels we have in our home. Well, except for the ones I purchased, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm...not much else to say. My pillows have been rather flat lately...pity, I know. &gt;.&lt; I miss my fluffy pillows...and Axel is impossible to fluff, I swear it. Stupid body pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can't say much else. Uh, my dog nearly died a little while ago; she caught something from all of the venison she ate after deer hunting season, and it tore her intestines to shreds. Every time she took a drink, she'd throw up blood or meat, so we took her into the vet, and thankfully, he gave her an IV and saved her life. Abby is as cheerful as ever now, seemingly thinking she owns the household, and has been up to mischief by sneaking into the living room whenever I'm there, just so I can dote upon her as usual. Yes, I'm a great role model for animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenjiro (our cat...yes, we have a cat named that too) has been missing for quite a while. I miss my little midnight tom. T-T That durned Murkey chased him off, and we could definitely do without the annoying gray nuisance. He's too much of a hassle, and continuously hunts birds on the sly. This isn't a problem in my eyes, for I could care less about the birds that sit outside my window, but my mother happens to be nuts about them, so she hasn't taken too kindly to the lovely smokey tom. We've tried to be rid of him  numerous times, but he keeps coming back, so I guess we'll just deal with what we're given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy Christmas, everyone! And stay safe for the holidays. ^^ MERRY 2008!!! Mehehe...I know...I R BAD...good thing my bro doesn't read this column...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-4382485397622960708?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/4382485397622960708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=4382485397622960708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/4382485397622960708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/4382485397622960708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-christmas.html' title='Happy Christmas!'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-5947483935366607424</id><published>2007-09-14T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T23:38:37.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Close Encounter</title><content type='html'>I wonder how many teenagers with their permits end up with the same situation I had earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cruising down a main highway, on my way to my brother's apartment. I had a gut feeling something was going to happen (and I really should have listened to it, considering I had passengers), but it went ignored. Taking a left turn onto my brother's road, I was in an intersection where the speed limit was 25 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I scanned the area, and, thinking there would be time to turn because of the speed limit, I began making my left. Well...some idiot, whom was driving at least 35 mph decided not to hit his brakes, but instead, keep driving. I hadn't realized just how close our vehicles had gotten, and if my father-riding shotgun-wouldn't had shouted my name and taken the wheel, I'd be screwed over. Thus, I would not have seen the blue car that was four inches away from my bumper and maintaining their same speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart pounding, I screamed and hit the brakes (yes, I screamed...so unlike me, but...). Encredibly grateful my foot found the brake and not the accelerator, I had stopped just in time to avoid a collision. I could have sworn in those few seconds that seemed so fast that we were going to hit each other, and that my life would be altered. (It would have been head-on with the driver's side, and I would've gotten the full blow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really makes you grateful for the little blessings in life, eh? God saved me today from something that would change my view on driving for a good long time. I now know from personal experience: It CAN happen to you, because it happens to other people. Thus, it happens to SOMEONE, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-5947483935366607424?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/5947483935366607424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=5947483935366607424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/5947483935366607424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/5947483935366607424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2007/09/close-encounter.html' title='Close Encounter'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-2281647238131836622</id><published>2007-08-14T23:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T21:58:50.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RsJzN-B1CFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VQwvOiNtuys/s1600-h/Heidi+6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RsJzN-B1CFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VQwvOiNtuys/s320/Heidi+6.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098764411962984530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RsJyvuB1CEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/eEU4I969vVU/s1600-h/Heidi+5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RsJyvuB1CEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/eEU4I969vVU/s320/Heidi+5.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098763892271941698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to show of my hair...it's finally long enough to put up in a bun. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RsJyS-B1CDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8kLLwxm5XZw/s1600-h/Heidi+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RsJyS-B1CDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8kLLwxm5XZw/s320/Heidi+4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098763398350702642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, check it out! I went a little crazy with the outfit, I know...but 'twas fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-2281647238131836622?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/2281647238131836622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=2281647238131836622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/2281647238131836622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/2281647238131836622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2007/08/pop-star.html' title='Pop Star'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RsJzN-B1CFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VQwvOiNtuys/s72-c/Heidi+6.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-143814276759349708</id><published>2007-08-14T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T23:15:01.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Masquerade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RsJuieB1CAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/RQpl3GhFnnk/s1600-h/Heidi+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RsJuieB1CAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/RQpl3GhFnnk/s320/Heidi+1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098759266592163842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I wanted to try on my Masquerade mask from Prom...so I took a luffly picture, yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-143814276759349708?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/143814276759349708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=143814276759349708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/143814276759349708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/143814276759349708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2007/08/masquerade.html' title='Masquerade!'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RsJuieB1CAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/RQpl3GhFnnk/s72-c/Heidi+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-1693491642081016427</id><published>2007-08-14T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T23:05:34.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cow Tongue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RsJtLuB1B_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/v_Qsb5Yg6Pg/s1600-h/Jon+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RsJtLuB1B_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/v_Qsb5Yg6Pg/s320/Jon+1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098757776238512114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...there's Jon with the tongue itself. Yummy, eh? Especially when you got slapped with it. XD Someone kissed it to get our team two points. THAT was luffly...I would've done it, had someone else not volunteered. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RsJrbeB1B-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/ex47f0Crq0Q/s1600-h/Camp+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RsJrbeB1B-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/ex47f0Crq0Q/s320/Camp+4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098755847798196194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RsJpquB1B9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/bsbCb8cj08g/s1600-h/Camp+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RsJpquB1B9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/bsbCb8cj08g/s320/Camp+3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098753910767945682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RsJoLuB1B8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/L1_kbkZlTKs/s1600-h/Camp+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RsJoLuB1B8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/L1_kbkZlTKs/s320/Camp+2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098752278680373186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, I found it necessary to at least post these pictures up. It's of us playing the game of Ultimate Cow Tongue. XD There are no pictures of ME playing it, because Kelly (the photographer of these particular pictures) was playing as well, so these are pictures of when it was guys vs guys. Yes, we had a girls vs girls, and I have to say I felt like the only one really working to win on my team. If it makes more sense, I shall state that I was the only country girl. Thus, we lost. &gt;.&gt; Anyway...there are more posts to come, so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-1693491642081016427?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/1693491642081016427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=1693491642081016427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/1693491642081016427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/1693491642081016427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2007/08/cow-tongue.html' title='Cow Tongue'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RsJtLuB1B_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/v_Qsb5Yg6Pg/s72-c/Jon+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-5173413521717946629</id><published>2007-08-10T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T23:48:08.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Loneliness</title><content type='html'>OK, so Sammi-chan has been gone for far too long! She left for Florida for two weeks. Thus, I am here alone. T-T It has proven difficult so far, but ya know...it would be expected to. She tells me she ish feeling some nostalgia, so I took some pictures to cheer her up. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rr0rnuB1B4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/G0xN4GCJmYk/s1600-h/mia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rr0rnuB1B4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/G0xN4GCJmYk/s320/mia.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097278314623862658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For those that do not know, this is my cat, Mia...with my brother trying to make her smile and look at me so I could take a picture. I'm surprised it turned out so well; I was laughing so hard that I couldn't hold the camera still.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rr0tMeB1B5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/D7M0mLrwH8c/s1600-h/zexyback1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rr0tMeB1B5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/D7M0mLrwH8c/s320/zexyback1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097280045495682962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Erm...if you read my story, you'll be seeing this soon. Well, not the picture...but anyway, it's sort of an inside joke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rr0u6eB1B6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/gWqi6cy82bM/s1600-h/zexyback2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rr0u6eB1B6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/gWqi6cy82bM/s320/zexyback2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097281935281293218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did I forget to mention that the sickness I'd been carrying for a few days finally hit me last night? I woke up at 3:48 am and immediately groped underneath the bed for the bucket I keep close...just in case. As soon as I sat on the floor, I began retching. Ugh...I'm just so happy that there was no nausea involved, and that it was just the vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was literally disgusting. Do you have any idea what it's like to be sleeping peacefully and to wake up to THAT? Especially when you had to crawl over me to get there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sorry, Kenjiro-kun! I could not help it. Funny thing is, it tasted much like those strawberry wafers. :currently chews on one: Want one of these?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;":cringe: That's repulsive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;':laughs:'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;":goes back to reading the thirtieth book this week: I do love it when you go away for a few days..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;':glare:'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-5173413521717946629?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/5173413521717946629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=5173413521717946629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/5173413521717946629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/5173413521717946629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2007/08/empty-loneliness.html' title='Empty Loneliness'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rr0rnuB1B4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/G0xN4GCJmYk/s72-c/mia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-1873011279279585695</id><published>2007-08-10T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T00:03:23.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plex Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rr0p0OB1B3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/6alnOsMBIC8/s1600-h/skyandkat+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rr0p0OB1B3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/6alnOsMBIC8/s320/skyandkat+2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097276330348971890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skye and Katherine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rr0pO-B1B2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/GYVvFoUR_GA/s1600-h/skyandkat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rr0pO-B1B2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/GYVvFoUR_GA/s320/skyandkat.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097275690398844770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skye insisted I take this picture. Do NOT ask me why. She and Katherine were carving sticks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rr0ogOB1B1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/XOow0kiabM8/s1600-h/mike.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rr0ogOB1B1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/XOow0kiabM8/s320/mike.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097274887239960402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Twould be Mike, the lead singer and electric guitar player of the worship team. He is doing devotions in the lobby, I believe? Not sure...he might have been drinking coffee, too, but I'm pretty sure he was reading his Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rr0n8eB1B0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/nH5rvqom9qU/s1600-h/kelly.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rr0n8eB1B0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/nH5rvqom9qU/s320/kelly.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097274273059637058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly...old friend of mine. ;) Known her since I was really little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rr0nReB1BzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jRLtLlO472Q/s1600-h/katherine.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rr0nReB1BzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jRLtLlO472Q/s320/katherine.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097273534325262130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Katherine...a good friend of mine, you could say. LOL, not really a GOOD friend, but she's a lot of fun. We met at camp last year, and apparently I had bought her an Arizona tea without remembering it, and now she's a total fanatic of the stuff. Look at the trends I start! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rr0lmeB1BxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/WSmniccNzRk/s1600-h/brady.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rr0lmeB1BxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/WSmniccNzRk/s320/brady.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097271696079259410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brady #2 (the younger one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rr0mtOB1ByI/AAAAAAAAAEU/SMcC1nALreg/s1600-h/jesse.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rr0mtOB1ByI/AAAAAAAAAEU/SMcC1nALreg/s320/jesse.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097272911555004194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse (Kelly and Andy's little bro...one year younger than me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alright, I'll probably have more pictures coming, but just for now, I shall enclose the pictures I took myself. Plex Camp this year was a great deal of fun, but I am sad to say that it wasn't up to par compared to the past two years of LIFE Student Ministries. We had new leadership this year, and it was much different; there was less study about God, and a LOT more free-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is actually quite a deal to talk about in this post. However, I am sorry to say that I will be excluding some personal thoughts and feelings picked up along the trip. I don't exactly want...oh, never mind. Forget I said anything; there are NO thoughts and feelings. NONE AT ALL! Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We swam a lot this year. It was so blazing hot out! @_@ And literally EVERYTHING was outside...well, other than eating, but...yeah. The water trampoline was an interesting experience. XD Almost landed on Andy a few times, but was happy I held myself in place; poor Kelly fell on Billy. T-T I pity the poor girl...that must have been so embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the highlight of the camp was playing Ultimate Frisbee. This doesn't sound so exciting, I know, but let me rephrase it. Playing Ultimate Frisbee...with a cowtongue. No, I am not kidding you. I didn't believe it myself when Jon (the Youth Pastor) pulled out the muscle and said we'd be playing with it, but realization hit me when he started the game with it. Then it was tossed to me, and I screeched, "No! I don't want it!" But nevertheless, I caught the thing and played. It turned out to be a total blast, and I plan on playing it with some friends for my sweet sixteen. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's really sick, though, is that Jon placed it in the tube-slide on the playground. Kelly and I were swinging when she said, "What's in the slide?" We looked, and it was so disgusting! XD Thus, she climbed into the slide and took a picture. It wasn't so bad until about the end of the day, after it had been sitting out for so long and had turned a purple hue, Brady came up to the group of people carrying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made some discoveries at camp as well. One was that I can tread water for as long as I want now. O.O No limits. The second is that we should praise God even in hard times. It builds faith and character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd have a lot more to say, but I really don't want to ramble about camp. Plus I have another post coming up, so...I shall end my message here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-1873011279279585695?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/1873011279279585695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=1873011279279585695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/1873011279279585695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/1873011279279585695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2007/08/plex-camp.html' title='Plex Camp'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rr0p0OB1B3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/6alnOsMBIC8/s72-c/skyandkat+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-8320396048123087135</id><published>2007-07-22T02:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T00:09:22.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Haircut</title><content type='html'>Awesome news...I'm going to rock fest tomorrow...I will be watching 3 Doors Down, Hinder, and others. Can't wait. ;) Got my first babysitting job since February and made twenty bucks, when they only owed me thirteen. PLUS I gave myself a haircut. Yes, I did it to myself, and no, it does not look horrible. It's parted differently now, has layers, and a razor cut. All right! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y47/AzarathsDemon/kenji-kun.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-8320396048123087135?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/8320396048123087135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=8320396048123087135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/8320396048123087135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/8320396048123087135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2007/07/anime-san.html' title='New Haircut'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-4146659664197097560</id><published>2007-07-16T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T00:16:59.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia Beach</title><content type='html'>I recently got back from a little over a week of vacation in Virginia Beach. I don't know how much 'vacation' it was, considering I was plagued with nostalgia and crap...plus the worry of a hurricane developing (the Weather Channel was talking about it). Even still, parts of it were fun. We went boogy-boarding on the waves, and took walks on the beach at night. That part was relaxing. ^^ Missed everyone though!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pretty pictures of my luffly trip. I have to say that the nightlife was the best part about Virginia Beach, though I didn't get to see much of it, considering my parents go to bed rather early. Anyway, here ya go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rpw50phxZKI/AAAAAAAAACM/daTYw5hpBf4/s1600-h/Heidi+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rpw50phxZKI/AAAAAAAAACM/daTYw5hpBf4/s320/Heidi+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088005255685301410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be me at the mini golf course...bad picture, but oh well. It's proof I was there, ya? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rpw6kphxZLI/AAAAAAAAACU/jR2QDvFDgeg/s1600-h/Katanas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rpw6kphxZLI/AAAAAAAAACU/jR2QDvFDgeg/s320/Katanas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088006080319022258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the pretty Katanas I wanted so desperately. They were in a store called Dragon's Lair. Pretty sweet. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rpw7zphxZMI/AAAAAAAAACc/sgC5qAGAw1U/s1600-h/Tetsaiga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rpw7zphxZMI/AAAAAAAAACc/sgC5qAGAw1U/s320/Tetsaiga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088007437528687810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Tetsaiga, a copy of the sword shown on Inuyasha. The man is the buyer...I wanted to get a pic before he walked out of the store. He was...interested in me, I think. O.o Creepy. You know...there, people thought I was over twenty-one. Some guy, sober I might add, asked me to join him for a beer in a local bar. Wow, huh? Anyway, this guy has a sword collection, and this was just another piece he was adding to the bunch. Pretty cool, huh? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rpw-WphxZNI/AAAAAAAAACk/rmVH-1cjnuE/s1600-h/VB+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rpw-WphxZNI/AAAAAAAAACk/rmVH-1cjnuE/s320/VB+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088010237847364818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nightlife of Virginia Beach...or some of it. This was the nightlife outside of our Condomonium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RpxBx5hxZOI/AAAAAAAAACs/fkuai70W_kg/s1600-h/VB+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RpxBx5hxZOI/AAAAAAAAACs/fkuai70W_kg/s320/VB+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088014004533683426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely fountain that ran the waterfall inside the pool...one of these pictures...hm...I took a shot. Anyways, it reminds me a lot of the fountain we had at prom. ^^ So pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RpxEXZhxZPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/l-3pHiRzzy0/s1600-h/VB+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RpxEXZhxZPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/l-3pHiRzzy0/s320/VB+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088016847802033394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the beautiful beach from where we were...nine floors up. Currently sunset in this picture, though it's pretty obvious, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RpxFMZhxZQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pGDnNO3JRq4/s1600-h/VB+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RpxFMZhxZQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pGDnNO3JRq4/s320/VB+6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088017758335100162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas! This is the pool, though it's really hard to see. I had to get a night photo because the place was always full of people during the day. &gt;.&gt; As you can somewhat see, there is an unnatural waterfall...there were seats beneath it. I visited the pool once...felt very weird sitting underneath the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RpxGephxZRI/AAAAAAAAADE/gfc6aMn97oE/s1600-h/VB+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RpxGephxZRI/AAAAAAAAADE/gfc6aMn97oE/s320/VB+7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088019171379340562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sort of the lobby of the Condo we stayed in. It had a cafe of sorts...you could say. ^^ I think it's quite lovely, though the place really was in the fashion of the 1960's. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So the vacation is over. We were in the car on the way home for 23 hours straight. Left Virginia Beach at 8:00 in the morning and got home at 7 am the next day. Wow, huh? I wasn't too tired, surprisingly. Boy, was my cat happy I was home. Couldn't get her to leave me alone for the whole day! =_= Rock Fest coming up in a week...can't wait! But then...back to Driver's Ed I go...I've got our instructor's test that I have to take very, very soon. Am I ready? AHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-4146659664197097560?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/4146659664197097560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=4146659664197097560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/4146659664197097560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/4146659664197097560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2007/07/virginia-beach.html' title='Virginia Beach'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rpw50phxZKI/AAAAAAAAACM/daTYw5hpBf4/s72-c/Heidi+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-3964097870209000434</id><published>2007-07-06T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T00:17:27.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>Independence Day for the United States was two days ago. I went to a cabin with Sam to watch fireworks, and it has been by far the best Fourth of July I've had yet. Before we went to the cabin, we...unfortunately...sat in the direct sun at a tractor pull for three hours straight. Both of us were burnt to a crisp, I'll tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming when the fireworks began was certainly a treat, and afterwards I spent the night at her house. I was knocked out early. O.o Tomorrow my family and I depart for our vacation in Virginia. We'll be on the beaches, and visiting Busch Gardens. I'm looking forward to THAT. ;) Amusement parks are one of the best things about summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-3964097870209000434?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/3964097870209000434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=3964097870209000434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/3964097870209000434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/3964097870209000434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2007/07/have-i-been-going-crazy.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-1382395753515022270</id><published>2007-06-20T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T00:03:27.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zouri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rnn12PFR_ZI/AAAAAAAAACE/XMM9eYJ8w9k/s1600-h/zori72.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rnn12PFR_ZI/AAAAAAAAACE/XMM9eYJ8w9k/s320/zori72.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078360366947368338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wanted to make a purchase on Ebay today for a pair of Zouri, which are formal Japanese sandals. I am looking for a pair to match my kimono for the coming Renaissance Festival, but when I found a few that I liked and that were at a decent price, I noticed something. They were ALL around 23 cm long! That's about a size 9 in women's, by the way. I have size 11 in women's. Great, isn't it? Ah, I wanted to kill something. Now that I actually got the money for these, I wanted to buy them, but it doesn't look like that will be happening. &gt;.&gt; Oh well...I'll keep looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice three-hour long talk with an old friend of mine today. I thought he wasn't talking to me, because we haven't exchanged a word since December, but it seems we're on friendly terms. We kept interrupting each other, and it was great to talk to him again. ^^ Seems like so long, but yet so short. We both kept discussing the weather because we were both staring out the windows at the North, and storm clouds were rolling in. We would both freak at just the slightest patch of blue sky before going onto some abnormal subject. I wonder if he thinks lowly of me once I told him the fanfic I'm writing is rated R?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-1382395753515022270?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/1382395753515022270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=1382395753515022270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/1382395753515022270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/1382395753515022270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2007/06/zouri.html' title='Zouri'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rnn12PFR_ZI/AAAAAAAAACE/XMM9eYJ8w9k/s72-c/zori72.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-7898209807434394391</id><published>2007-06-18T01:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T02:03:17.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm Weather</title><content type='html'>Ugh, it is blazing hot here! It is currently after midnight, and even still, it is over 90 degrees! Yet, the weirdest thing is, I had the strangest sensation earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As warm as I was, like I'm seriously sweating all over, I had the urge to cuddle up in a big warm blanket and go on the computer. I guess I'm sort of used to doing so in the winter, and having the comfort of the material around my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long and hot summer seems to stretch before me. Sam, luckily, found us some microphone stands at Radioshack for $25 a piece. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going through my photo CDs today, desperately searching for the picture of me in my kimono. I found the picture, but I also found a bunch of photos of me from two years ago. Man, was I shocked! Everyone's been telling me I've changed so much, but I've never believed them until I saw those. Instantly I went on an MSN dp rampage, putting up this picture and that picture. xD It was so much fun to see all the memories...it made me realize that I don't use my camera as much as I used to. I really should start again...and my poor victim will be of course...SAM! Ah, I need to take more pictures for this blog's sake. That shall be my excuse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-7898209807434394391?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/7898209807434394391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=7898209807434394391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/7898209807434394391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/7898209807434394391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2007/06/warm-weather.html' title='Warm Weather'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-5387659803220381797</id><published>2007-05-28T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T00:49:45.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to Songs</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been constantly listening to three songs: Simple Man- the Shinedown version, Better Than Me by Hinder, and Iris by Goo Goo Dolls. I've loved Iris for so long, and have just been reunited with it. I used to listen to it a lot in third grade, and I just started listening to it again, and it has been giving me urges to slow dance. I really wouldn't care who it would be with, I just want to slow dance so badly! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RlpdyePXs_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/P_q9fwUU-Vc/s1600-h/pant.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RlpdyePXs_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/P_q9fwUU-Vc/s320/pant.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069467452251288562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam has been obsessed with Better Than Me lately, and now that I have it, so am I. It is kind of sad just how much we can have in common. Simple Man makes me want to cry. Ahh, I love that song. Just hearing it sends me into memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Cassandra's graduation party today, which was fun...for the half an hour I got to stay. The time went by so fast when looking at pictures! I was shocked when I was told it was time to go. Off we went to Fleet Farm...goodie goodie. I wasn't too happy about going there until I found out Kelly had a job there. It really goes to show just how much I call. Man, I'm a great friend! She has held a job there since April. I haven't called since February. It makes me feel so bad, but it was so great to see her. God works in mysterious ways, for we had both been thinking about getting back into contact but hadn't. I'm looking forward to seeing her and Andy this summer at Bible Camp. Ahh, camp...good times. But I guess our usual camp leader left the church. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rlpe9uPXtAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RGBmTllZjUc/s1600-h/weep.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rlpe9uPXtAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RGBmTllZjUc/s320/weep.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069468745036444674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It won't be the same without Gaylon. I wonder who we'll have this year?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rlpe9uPXtAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RGBmTllZjUc/s1600-h/weep.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-5387659803220381797?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/5387659803220381797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=5387659803220381797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/5387659803220381797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/5387659803220381797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2007/05/addicted-to-songs.html' title='Addicted to Songs'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RlpdyePXs_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/P_q9fwUU-Vc/s72-c/pant.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-972248188575284058</id><published>2007-05-25T22:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T23:06:25.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>The time has come for our seniors to graduate. I just got back from the graduation ceremony. It was required for me to attend due to the fact that I am in the BHS choir. However, I made the choice to stay because I wanted to give support to a few of my friends, so here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra, you have an AMAZING voice! No matter how far Venerait gets, I will never sound as great as you do. Keep singing for the Lord, and you will be so blessed, as you already have. I'll miss saying hi to you in the hallways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gokan, you're such an awesome person! I wish there had been more time to get to know you, but ever since you left American History, I haven't really gotten the chance to talk to you. Now that I chat with you on MSN, it has been much easier. I wish you luck with engineering, or whatever other path you wish to take. Take care, buddy, and say hello to Turkey for me! ^^ Don't forget to keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanya, I have known you since I was such a little girl. You have really blossomed into a mature young woman, and it surprises me to think that about ten years ago I was calling you consistently...really...nonstop. Sorry about that. My mother taught me the number, and I did not know better. Good luck, girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan, I did not get much of a chance to get to know you other than the two nights I spent at your house when hanging out with Kat. Take care of yourself and "Live your life," as you put it. Good luck with Kim and your baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac, you and I were a couple of the biggest Japanese freaks in the school, yah? Sam included, of course. I wish you luck in all that you do, and though I haven't talked to you since around November, you still astonish me with your great sense of humor. Keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam K., I will never forget your smiling face.  You were always the class clown, and never failed to make me laugh. Give it up for the funky bunch! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am now a Sophomore, shockingly. I don't want to be in tenth grade! Wow...I'm still so shocked. I'll miss seeing the faces of the seniors in our hallways. Congratulations, Graduates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-972248188575284058?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/972248188575284058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=972248188575284058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/972248188575284058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/972248188575284058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2007/05/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-3741808685774709000</id><published>2007-05-24T22:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T22:45:45.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Picture #2</title><content type='html'>This would be my anime impression. My blemishes really show in this picture, my goodness. Ah well...nobody's perfect, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RlZNl-PXs-I/AAAAAAAAABs/fWkd7XejfD4/s1600-h/DSCF2320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RlZNl-PXs-I/AAAAAAAAABs/fWkd7XejfD4/s320/DSCF2320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068323745410036706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. 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I took my luffly piccy of my tabi, and since I was wearing my pretty kimono, I decided, "HEY! Heidi should do a photo shoot!" So here I am...in picture #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RlZM1uPXs9I/AAAAAAAAABk/IIoxnmPgMZs/s1600-h/DSCF2323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RlZM1uPXs9I/AAAAAAAAABk/IIoxnmPgMZs/s320/DSCF2323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068322916481348562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-1408289909140694550?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/1408289909140694550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=1408289909140694550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/1408289909140694550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/1408289909140694550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2007/05/random-picture-1.html' title='Random Picture #1'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RlZM1uPXs9I/AAAAAAAAABk/IIoxnmPgMZs/s72-c/DSCF2323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-7851783981663666131</id><published>2007-05-24T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T22:38:22.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tabi for this Japan-lover</title><content type='html'>I just got my tabi socks in the mail today! Oh my gosh, it surprised me so much when I saw the package. The seller had said it would take 7-10 days to get here from Kyoto, which normally means 7-10 work days, so I was expecting them next week, but it came SIX days after he shipped it out. Wow! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RlZKpOPXs7I/AAAAAAAAABU/WqpBaV2MwYs/s1600-h/shocked+2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RlZKpOPXs7I/AAAAAAAAABU/WqpBaV2MwYs/s320/shocked+2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068320502709728178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are cotton, and barely fit my feet, but fit all the same. Did I ever mention I wear size 11 shoes in women's? Yes...wow. Isn't that exciting? It is rather hard to find merchandise that size, so I was quite pleased with the results of my findings. My pretty tabi, oh how I love it. Maybe I shall set a trend! Or just get teased. Either way, I luffs them. They are so comfy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RlZL5-PXs8I/AAAAAAAAABc/_RZMAIHtx88/s1600-h/DSCF2314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RlZL5-PXs8I/AAAAAAAAABc/_RZMAIHtx88/s320/DSCF2314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068321889984164802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-7851783981663666131?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/7851783981663666131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=7851783981663666131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/7851783981663666131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/7851783981663666131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2007/05/tabi-for-this-japan-lover.html' title='Tabi for this Japan-lover'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RlZKpOPXs7I/AAAAAAAAABU/WqpBaV2MwYs/s72-c/shocked+2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-7084975502328496843</id><published>2007-05-23T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:48:56.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Permit at Last!</title><content type='html'>I am happy to announce that Heidi got her permit at long last! This was what...the fourth try? Now I really cannot say I am a great driver. I do all right on the roads generally, but this morning was sort of a doozy. I had a car following me on the way to school, so my mother suggested that I not pull over where we usually do, but rather take a turn onto a dirt road so we could switch seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy me forgot to hit the brakes a ways before the turn, so we took a sharp left at about 35 MPH. Wow...we almost tipped our purple Jeep Grand Cherokee. Not a good thing. That was the first time I truly scared my mother in the car, not to mention myself. Ugh, Heidi-chan, what were you thinking?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My picture, I am happy to say, was not a mug shot, though it was a last minute smile. The man at the DMV was counting down from two, so it was a rather late reaction, but it turned out fair enough. I'd take a picture of it, but I don't want people making fake permits, now do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school...seniors are leaving! Oh, I want to cry! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RlT7sOPXs5I/AAAAAAAAABE/MKQqvTCe02U/s1600-h/weep.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RlT7sOPXs5I/AAAAAAAAABE/MKQqvTCe02U/s320/weep.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067952217854030738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday was their last real day of torture, and today they had their canoeing field trip. According to a friend of mine, who is a senior and another foreign exchange student, it was a lot of fun. Glad you enjoyed it, Gokan! Good luck with graduation...such a sad, yet happy time. A great step in life. It is hard to believe that in three years I will be getting my High School diploma. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RlT8jePXs6I/AAAAAAAAABM/pu-kzhdFFHg/s1600-h/shocked.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RlT8jePXs6I/AAAAAAAAABM/pu-kzhdFFHg/s320/shocked.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067953167041803170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venerait had their first band practice tonight. It lasted four hours, and we did not really get much done, sad to say. We established a few basic rules and I sang the first verse and chorus of 'The Pain Behind My Smile' to Sam. Basically we just sat around and talked. I'm sure we'll get SO FAR! We do plan on playing Pickle Festival if we make enough progress. Sam and I plan on going to some Tractor Pulls and heading for the fair for some karaoke. If you see us there, know we are Venerait and give us some love, WOOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-7084975502328496843?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/7084975502328496843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=7084975502328496843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/7084975502328496843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/7084975502328496843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2007/05/permit-at-last.html' title='Permit at Last!'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RlT7sOPXs5I/AAAAAAAAABE/MKQqvTCe02U/s72-c/weep.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-8725985603155551640</id><published>2007-04-29T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:33:25.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Venetian Carnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last night was my first prom ever, and it was amazing! They're so expensive, but I must say that the money was worth it. Those memories were priceless, and I got a decent amount of pictures too. I'd post them all up here, but that would be kinda...um...odd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme of our 2007 prom was Venetia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n Carnival, which of course, is Masquerade from Venice, Italy. The atmosphere was absolutely gorgeous with fake trees that had crystals hanging from them for the imitation of raindrops, g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;reen lights brightening the area, gambling spaces, tables, mirrors, masks, and the fountain and fenceline background of the play I was in earlier this year. I was not too happy to see those again.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RjVSfd2kOBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BSGGm361rTc/s1600-h/sob+1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RjVSfd2kOBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BSGGm361rTc/s320/sob+1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059040456963536914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I danced the night away, and gave my gambling coins to Sun, one of our foreign exchange students. (You shall see his picture in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;moment...) Unfortunately, I was the stupid one that didn't take her heels off for the entire six hours that we were there. Ugh, my feet were KILLING ME! Never try that. It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some slow dances too. Oo-la-la! xD Two of them were with Sam, and I also had two of them with Sun (His real first name is Thanasak, btw...thought you might want to know that...he's from Thailand.) We tried to get him out onto the dance floor on a fast song, because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; during the first slow song I told him he had to dance with us on one, and he said he would. Well, when I went to get him during a fast song, he refused to come. So he settled with owing me another slow song. Thus, I had a dance partner...a second one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the dance, Sam and I had the fun job of taking our hair down. We were both coated in hairspray, so it was a very painfu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;l job. I do declare, today, even after a shower, I look like a hippy because that stupid stuff made my hair frizzy. Oh! My parents came, and soon after, so did my 25-year-old bro. He was all dressed up. ^^ I love him so...ahem. Pictures!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RjVVct2kOCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zUAzVdfmodc/s1600-h/amaya-matt1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RjVVct2kOCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zUAzVdfmodc/s320/amaya-matt1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059043708253780002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; This would be my brother and I. He, unfortunately, could not come over the divider between the cafeteria and the bleachers (as you can see...there is a wall), so were were positioned awkwardly. If you're wondering why his eyes are so narrowed, it's because my camera flash was really bright and he couldn't handle keeping his eyes open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RjVXF92kODI/AAAAAAAAAAk/x0K-Hz2Fht4/s1600-h/kasumi-amaya1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RjVXF92kODI/AAAAAAAAAAk/x0K-Hz2Fht4/s320/kasumi-amaya1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059045516435011634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; This is Sam and I before prom. Our ride was there, which was her brother and his fianc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;é. Unfortunately, they were kicked out of the prom because they were no longer students there and were obviously a couple. Meaning, they went as each other's dates, and not a student's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RjVYqd2kOEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wL0y7Uoh0mY/s1600-h/kasumi-amaya2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RjVYqd2kOEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wL0y7Uoh0mY/s320/kasumi-amaya2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059047243011864642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is obvious Sammi-chan and I again. ^^ I wanted a closeup of us. She took a good picture...I didn't.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RjVZgd2kOFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/c1S9rrKAAM0/s1600-h/weep.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RjVZgd2kOFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/c1S9rrKAAM0/s320/weep.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059048170724800594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RjVaBN2kOGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/I-sQXo8IEb0/s1600-h/kasumi-amaya-sun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RjVaBN2kOGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/I-sQXo8IEb0/s320/kasumi-amaya-sun.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059048733365516386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the far left would be Sam, I am in the middle, and on the left is Sun (Thanasak). He might be coming back next year, but he's no longer sure. If he doesn't, man I'll miss throwing paper at him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-8725985603155551640?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/8725985603155551640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=8725985603155551640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/8725985603155551640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/8725985603155551640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2007/04/modern-venetian-carnival.html' title='Modern Venetian Carnival'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/RjVSfd2kOBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BSGGm361rTc/s72-c/sob+1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-5794753552985217285</id><published>2007-04-17T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:34:45.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Prom</title><content type='html'>YAY, Heidi's getting ready for prom! Woohoo...and she is dateless. Ah, yes...I shall have to upload a pretty picture on here, you know that? Of my lovely dress...that has a little bowtie pattern on the bouquet patterns of the sparkle patterns...and I'm just working to confuse you right now. Ehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be going to the wonderful night next Saturday at 7 pm. My dates will be my friends. ^^ We're going to have a foreign exchange student with us this year too...Sun's going to be hanging out with us there, so we'll get the job of teaching him how to dance. Oh goodie goodie. Can't wait. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like we're finally getting our band together. We have just officially gotten our guitar player, Josh. It sounds like we're settling on a name as well, and as soon as we find a suitable drummer, we can start our practices. Sam and I are both so shocked that we're actually getting this thing going. It feels awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on vocals for sure, and obviously so will Sam. Josh, I would imagine as well. Either Sam or I will be playing keyboard too, though it would be preferred if we could find somebody else to do it. Neither of us are too fond of the thought of playing and singing when I think we would both like to be moving around while singing our music. Soon we shall be a local band playing tiny gigs, eh? For now, though...we are a band in the making. Oh drummer and keyboardist, where are you? T-T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-5794753552985217285?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/5794753552985217285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=5794753552985217285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/5794753552985217285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/5794753552985217285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2007/04/pre-prom.html' title='Pre-Prom'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-4540534442656957285</id><published>2007-03-30T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T23:59:08.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Permit Screwup</title><content type='html'>How can someone screw up their permit, right? (Other than getting into an accident or getting points such as tickets and stuff, thus delaying the date that they're allowed to get their license...) I didn't think I could make this many mistakes, but my teacher helped with one of them! (Actually, a few if you count the written test.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week on Friday, we drove down to the DMV to get my permit then. I was all ready to take the written test, and we get in their only to find an extremely long line, like I'm serious...it was REALLY long, and only one guy at the front desk. We also spot a sign saying that no one can take the written test after 4:15. It was 4:00 when we got there, and that line was about an hour-long line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother and I just sort of stood around, lollygagging as the line didn't bother to budge forward the slightest bit. Finally, when it was 4:13, my mother decided she should probably mention something about the written test. So off she went to the counter, and the guy called all people taking the written test up to the counter. So a buddy of mine (who had shown up soon after I had. I was like, "Hey, Tony!" xD) and I made our way to the spot where he wanted us. Tony was frantically trying to fill out his sheet and needed help from me, though there were clear directions on the sheet??? Anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up there, and the guy checks out my birth certificate, the sheet, etc. I get my eye test done, blah blah blah...he fills out the sheet, blah blah blah...then he says, "You need a signature from your Driver's Ed teacher saying that you've completed the course." I'm like, "Wha? @_@" And Tony was like, "Uh-oh..." Poor Tony. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had to skip the permit thing that day and go home. An hour's drive for nothing. After arguing with my teacher about the stupid signature (the dumbass told me I'd supposedly run off before he could sign it for me, but because I had been late for class, I had really stayed after three extra minutes...I don't know where he got the assumption that I had 'run off' but ok...), I got the paper signed and returned to the DMV today to get my permit. (They're only  open Thursdays and Fridays.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take the written test, passing the sign test with 100% and the regular test with 92% (would have had a better score if I hadn't answered the questions with what our teacher told us...what a fool I am. I really don't trust that creepy pedophile...). It was supposed to take a half an hour on average, but I finished it in about 10 minutes. Woot! Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the screen says return to the front desk. A line had begun, so I had to stand in line, though not for very long, thank goodness. There were two guys this time: the first one, which I had already visited twice in my times at the DMV, and then there was another guy. Just listening to his voice was terrible...the one guy was open, but then the annoying one got open too. I'm like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't call on me...PLEASE don't call on me...&lt;/span&gt; but he called on me. Gah...so up I go to the annoying creep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He checks over my written test and congratulates me on passing, etc etc...he gets all ready to give me my permit, and then was like, "Uh oh." I'm like, O_O "Is there a problem?" Then I find out that the computer informs him that I'm under fifteen and a half. He thought it was by two days at first and I was like, "Oooo...big whoop..." and then he counted. I can't get my permit until May 4th...which is one day before my state competition. (Actually, I can get it May 1st, but they're not exactly open then?) What a rip-off...another hour's drive for nothing. At least I got the written test out of the way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-4540534442656957285?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/4540534442656957285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=4540534442656957285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/4540534442656957285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/4540534442656957285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2007/03/permit-screwup.html' title='Permit Screwup'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-6783608461910391431</id><published>2007-03-17T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T23:49:08.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;Ms and fluffy pillows</title><content type='html'>What's with the title? Well it's because I'm hugging my beloved fluffy pillow and eating M&amp;Ms! One might say, "What?" But I say, "OH YES! YOU KNOW YOU'RE JEALOUS!" Ahem...anyway...I had to be cautious getting the M&amp;amp;Ms in the first place. I was chatting on MSN with some buddies when I had this sudden craving for Performance. (It's some sort of power you mix into your water for an energy drink.) So I crept downstairs to fix some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were happily sleeping away, but they're bedroom is right next to the kitchen, the door was open, and my mother is a light sleeper. How pleasant. But not as pleasant as the discovery of the bag of M&amp;Ms on the countertop. Heehee...I am not mischievous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to grab a plastic bag and fill it up with the chocolate goodies. Mmm...peanuts. I know this is my second post today, but since this isn't the introductory, I can actually talk a bit about the day. It was wasted! Well, not quite. I spent hours upon hours reading &lt;a href="http://hikki.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hikki's blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you know the story. Well, actually, most of you don't. I just wanted to post an emphasizing entry to Hikaru and Kiriya, who have divorced officially on March 2nd. I'm really sorry it didn't work out, but like they said, at least they met each other. I just want to wish them good luck...not that they'll read this. But anyway... :frowns: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rfy2B6UEqcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bqJeSwxG5PY/s1600-h/weep.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rfy2B6UEqcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bqJeSwxG5PY/s320/weep.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043105826697685442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, if I wasn't reading her blog, I was playing Dead or Alive. I have so much to do tomorrow it's not even funny. We'll see if I can even write another chapter to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome Back to the Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tonight. Agah...I'll probably be doing homework. I can't let $&amp;amp;# down! (My partner in Algebra for the dumb project.) Anyway...I really shouldn't bore you. Truly, what do you guys think boredom is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. Thank you.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2892751042464897003-6783608461910391431?l=naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/feeds/6783608461910391431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2892751042464897003&amp;postID=6783608461910391431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/6783608461910391431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2892751042464897003/posts/default/6783608461910391431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naitu-ameagari.blogspot.com/2007/03/m-and-fluffy-pillows.html' title='M&amp;Ms and fluffy pillows'/><author><name>Venerate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y91IlU0YjSw/Ta-E1QaF-uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CDOrd4uZAjk/s220/Graduation4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idQysu_dOVg/Rfy2B6UEqcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bqJeSwxG5PY/s72-c/weep.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892751042464897003.post-117412689525514891</id><published>2007-03-17T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:50:37.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post for a blog...</title><content type='html'>...Probably won't go too well. After reading this you might say, 'Wow...Heidi-chan is a little bit coo-coo in the head,' but we all know the truth: I am! (xD) We all have our flaws, isn't it a funny thing? Can you stop and imagine if none of us had flaws? Welcome to Barbie-land! Our only competition: Bratz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I'm a little nervous of even starting a blog. I get pestered over and over again to go on MySpace, and when I tell people I'm not going on there, I get annoyed with a bunch of 'why?'s. Why don't I make an account on MySpace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I find MySpace to be a huge waste of my time. (OMG, I'm such a hypocrite being on here, but I'll tell you why I'm doing this blog in a moment.) I have better ways to entertain myself, including the stories I write and the video games I play. Great communication skills with the rest of the world, I know. You don't have to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm very paranoid of stalkers, considering I had one once. He finally left me alone, and then I signed in on MSN one night, and guess who messaged me? Oy, so he came back! Leaving notes in my locker and watching me at all times of the day. Internet users...you can't trust them either. They can earn your trust by telling you they're your age and gender, and then pretend like they're going through things that "prove" the facts they told, and really they're this forty-year-old person of the opposite gender just gathering up information about you before you finally give in and tell them your location, wary of the fact that they shout, "FINALLY! I CAN RAPE HER!" Um...yeah, sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I starting a blog in the first place if I'm afraid of these sort of people? Well, I'm not really afraid, I just think they're creepy...but anyways, I am starting this blog from inspiration of a favorite singer of mine. Those of you that know me well enough will be aware that I am talking about, yes, Utada Hikaru. Or should I say Hikaru Utada...oh never mind. The US knows her as Utada. Japan often calls her Hikki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read as much as I can of her blog, going back to about 1998 in her posts. Anything earlier than that has not been translated, so I cannot read it. In a way this was a relief because it took me hours to read all of that stuff, but in other ways it kind of saddens me; I would have loved to read her postings about her debut. She's a very interesting writer and I love to read her blog entries. It makes me feel like I somewhat know her in person. I do hope that someday I can see her in concert, or at least meet her in real life. She's an inspiration to me, seeing as my dream is to sing...yes, I want to be a singer. Some say I have talent, I say I don't, but I love singing- it's my passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately my life has had some screw-ups. I've been struggling to fight depression after discovering that the majority of my school hates me. This is not what threw me; what threw me is what they were saying about me. I have Christian beliefs and morals, and most of the people in my senior high school know this. However, they have been labeling me as a lesbian and a slut, I guess, for some time now. I have yet to be called this to my face, and when I do, I have no idea how I'm going to respond. I guess that's the mystery of fate, isn't it? You have to trust your gut feeling and just roll with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These posts are private for this blog only. Please do not post these entries on another site. 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