<?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-8997740660207657662</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:25:31.463-08:00</updated><category term='ex-girlfriend'/><category term='becoming jane haddock'/><category term='love letters boys idiots'/><category term='cheating'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='random updates'/><category term='rinoa'/><category term='striped pillows'/><category term='anger'/><category term='and the like.'/><category term='Moulin Rouge'/><category term='crazy mom'/><category term='girlfriend'/><category term='rant'/><category term='redhead'/><title type='text'>the Randomly Updated Blog of Rebecca</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04250221837116042747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997740660207657662.post-1758157354139585148</id><published>2010-06-18T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T11:02:55.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex-girlfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rinoa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>An Angry Rant for Those Who Have Persevered in My Lack of Updates</title><content type='html'>You know that feeling you get when something pisses you off soooooo bad that you just wanna SMACK SOMEONE? Or, if you've seen something that has a similar effect on the internet, that makes you want to go "segfahoht weoihyt"PJUNFL:SEHF"EAH"ENT &lt;a href="mailto:OIRHNTOI%7BQH%7BO@$@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&gt;OIRHNTOI{QH{O@$@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;" until your keyboard breaks? (I wouldn't recommend actually breaking your keyboard, btw. I hear they cost a lot &gt;.&gt; I don't really like paying for stuff that costs a lot unless it personally benefits me. So I'm selfish. Sue me. I mean, haven't you ever complained about paying a butt load of money for something stupid that does nothing for you at-I digress. Back on topic.)&lt;br /&gt; I am angry. I am very angry. Many things make me angry. There is one subject that makes me angrier than others, though. You wanna know what it is? I wanna tell you! So if you don't want to know what it is, I suggest you stop reading after this sentence is complete. Which it is. So you shouldn't really have read that last sentence, or this far into this sentence. Unless you want to know what's pissing me off right now. Maybe I have like a tumor in my brain that makes me easily irritated? Cuz I don't remember being easily irritated before this, and now it seems like every little thing makes me want to punch someone! Maybe Ninja-Sensei's class just got me addicted to hitting things and now that it's over I haven't been getting my weekly doses of violence? I don't know. Back on topic once more. There's this girl who I only know of. I know a lot about her, unfortunately. I'd really rather she didn't exist actually. Because if she didn't exist, I know someone who'd be in a lot better shape right now and by better shape I mean mentally, not physically. At least I think he would be... I'm sure she did some positive things for him in the beginning... But I also think that in this case the bad she did out weighed the good. I mean... UGGH. There's a five letter word I'm screaming in my head right now. It describes her really well.&lt;br /&gt;  You know, I'm pretty sure she isn't entirely bad.  I mean, the Emperor's New Groove has taught me that everyone has some good in them. Even lying, cheating, back-stabbing, promiscuous lunatic ex-girlfriends. At least a little. If she didn't then she probably would have gone on a murderous rampage, right? Right? ... Whatever.&lt;br /&gt; I really don't like her. Like a lot. Because she hurt him. And lying cheating back-stabbing lunatics who hurt people I love aren't very high on my friends list. It's interesting how since I dislike her so much I spent a lot of time investigating her and thinking about her and wondering about what she's doing and thinking and all that crap. Didn't occur to me to thinkt ha tmaybe she was thinking about me. I didn't think about it until someone pointed it out that she almost definitely did know about me, and was therefore almost definitely thinking about me and cursing me like I curse her. I don't know why she'd be cursing me, though, since the only reason she would be is because I'm with him and not her. But if she really wanted to be with him, she shouldn't have treated him so badly.&lt;br /&gt; And I know she didn't always treat him badly, and he didn't always treat her (invention of a new word for structural parallellism) goodly and might have actually deserved some of what he got. But not all of it. No one deserves to be cheated on. It's like telling someone that they aren't enough, but it hurts more because they couldn't come out and say it to the person's face. Because they don't care enoguh to make the effort to tell them. Or maybe she did... I don't know. But now every time I see a picture of one Rinoa Heartilly, I can't help but think of that one girl that I really really really don't like and want to look her square in the eye and tell her: Back off, b****. Mine. I'm not letting you get near him so you can hurt him again.&lt;br /&gt; Of course I'll have to look down to meet her eyes, but I'm alright with that. I mean she's already older than me. It would be nice to have some sort of an advantage.&lt;br /&gt;And now that you've had a peek into my innermost thoughts, that just had to get out, you may  move on with your day.&lt;br /&gt;Or night.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997740660207657662-1758157354139585148?l=phantomsox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/feeds/1758157354139585148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997740660207657662&amp;postID=1758157354139585148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/1758157354139585148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/1758157354139585148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/2010/06/angry-rant-for-those-who-have.html' title='An Angry Rant for Those Who Have Persevered in My Lack of Updates'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04250221837116042747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997740660207657662.post-3769581604682340716</id><published>2009-08-26T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T01:18:49.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so you know</title><content type='html'>My sister and I have joined in another blog. This one will still get posts, but the other one will get them more often since it has two authors. Go check it out. I tihnk it's pretty good. It's cleverly titled, Getting into Character. If you want to know what I'm talking about and how it is relevant to the blog go over there already and CHECK IT OUT. lol the link is: &lt;a href="http://onenechan.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://onenechan.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne-chan, signing out ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997740660207657662-3769581604682340716?l=phantomsox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/feeds/3769581604682340716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997740660207657662&amp;postID=3769581604682340716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/3769581604682340716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/3769581604682340716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just so you know'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04250221837116042747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997740660207657662.post-3852332532873072178</id><published>2009-08-22T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:09:49.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I came to be Bex, Queen of the Butterflies.</title><content type='html'>Any of you who have seen my username on MySpace (your space? No. *MY* space.) will understand what I'm talking about. However, since a good many of you have NOT seen my MySpace (your space? No. *MY* space), I will tell you all what I'm talkig about. Awhile ago I became Bex, Queen of the Butterflies. It has been a mystery to the world how I became such a fantastic ruler. Recently I have decided to release the story to the press, so if you see my picture and a headline about Butterflies in the National Enquirer, do not be alarmed. Since I am gracious, I will give you all the direct story since who knows what will happen to it once word gets around. Please educate yourself about my history.&lt;br /&gt;This is how I came to be Bex, Queen of the Butterflies:&lt;br /&gt;    Once upon a time, in a far away land, and on a far away hill, I went on a walk. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, and I was surrounded by charming little garden gnomes, whose jobs are to tend the flowers on the hill (Which, I must say, were very cheerful).&lt;br /&gt;     Suddenly, I saw a butterfly coming towards me! Soon followed by another and another and another! I was surrounded by a swarm of colors! Pulsating and flying all around me I heard millions of tiny flutterby voices whispering and shouting alike "We've been waiting for you! You are to be our Queen! Come to California and reign for eternity! Bring about the Golden Age of the Butterfly Flutterby Patrol! Whence nectar shall overflow from the flowers and the world will be bright forever!"&lt;br /&gt;      Flattered, I accepted their offer, for who can resist overflowing nectar? I ascended onto the backs of the Butterfly Brigade, waved good by to the awestruck (but charming in their awestruck states none the less) garden gnomes, and was escorted politely and promptly to my current kingdom where myself and my subjects live in peace, harmony, and joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997740660207657662-3852332532873072178?l=phantomsox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/feeds/3852332532873072178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997740660207657662&amp;postID=3852332532873072178' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/3852332532873072178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/3852332532873072178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-i-came-to-be-bex-queen-of.html' title='How I came to be Bex, Queen of the Butterflies.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04250221837116042747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997740660207657662.post-8359905753454727030</id><published>2009-05-15T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:33:48.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I found the quote!</title><content type='html'>Okay the quote is: "I wish they'd consider the feelings of those f orced to play such games. They make us feel like the bad guys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's very true, don't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997740660207657662-8359905753454727030?l=phantomsox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/feeds/8359905753454727030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997740660207657662&amp;postID=8359905753454727030' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/8359905753454727030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/8359905753454727030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-found-quote.html' title='I found the quote!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04250221837116042747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997740660207657662.post-3648982305539889012</id><published>2009-05-07T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:31:11.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love letters boys idiots'/><title type='text'>Having Officially Received Enough Complaints...</title><content type='html'>... All too many of them being from my momther (Because mom and mother seperately are just not cool enough.), I have decided to graciously update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Today's rant is about the lovely subject of love notes.&lt;br /&gt;Now what I don't get is if you like someone and you know for a fact they don't like you (for instance, you have specifically explained that YOU WERE FRIENDS with that person) WHY would you want to put the kind of pressure on that person? Whom, might I mention, you are supposed to love. WHY would you want to make them feel bad about rejecting you AGAIN. And again. (Again is a really cool word by the way, a-gaaaaayne... Woot.) Alas, I digress. So, in case you haven't figured it out yet, I am the recipient of The Love Note. ANOTHER one. At least the last one was somewhat romantic and showed some interest in what I like. This one invited me to STARBUCKS. I HATE STARBUCKS. The SMELL of coffee ALONE makes me want to hurl! Stimulates my gag reflex you know? Well, maybe you don't. What ever. Anyways. I said specifically to this guy, who is not only shorter than me but also younger and slightly annoying on occasion (the boy got high off of CATNIP for pete's sake! What the halibut?!?) , I said to him "Oh, we're friends." Those were my words exactly. This was a good 5 or 6 months ago and I know for a fact that I did not stutter or mumble that sentence so there is no way that he could have misunderstood me. I'm sure his friends (Stinky Jaime! I know he helped. He's on my hit list.) boosted up his confidence until he wrote the letter and then encouraged him even more to deliver it (Once again Stinky Jaime!!! He deliberately delayed me so that I couldn't avoid the delivery!). BUT HE SHOULD KNOW BETTER! And if he really did like me why would he want to put me in the position where I have to hurt him!!! It's not like I ever gave him any encouragement that we were anything other than friends! Not one bit! Why is it that guys always think a chick is flirting with them just because she smiles when she says hello?!? Eh?!? What's with that??? Seriously! Guys always go and ruin the fun I have being friends with them by falling in love with me!!! (Yes, I know it's conceited but it's happened a lot over the past couple of years &gt;.&lt;) Men. I swear. And something that really pisses me off is that he totally pulled a guilt trip on me!!! What kind of "man" admits to cowardice because he's been rejected twice! THAT, my beloved readers, is hitting below the belt. Way below. It's pratically underground. Seriously, admittance to cowardice is majorly not sexy, even if he WERE my type. Which he most certainly isn't. At least he's not the exact opposite in every way except one or two like Hansen was. Oh my gosh. Don't even get me started on Hansen. Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks? Really?&lt;br /&gt;Uggh.&lt;br /&gt;I tihnk Fruits Basket said it the best so far, *searches for 20 minutes* awwww crap I can't find it. When I do I'll put it up, but it's something along the lines of "Why do they make the objects of their affection play such games when it makes them feel like crap?"&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. it's late. I'm tired. The AP test wore me out. Not to mention all sorts of other shenanigans.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least that's what I'm telling myself. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;And yes mother dearest I'm very glad that piano lessons have begun &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Her Majesty, Bexxx Queen of the Butterflies&lt;br /&gt;P.S. ONe kudo goes out to him though. He folded the note really cool. Which is somewhat homosexual sine it's normally girls who do that kind of stuff but hey it's more than I can do with paper without scissors.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. If any of yous is gonna be in California sometime in June come see my school's play! (I'm in it!!! XD So happy ^.^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997740660207657662-3648982305539889012?l=phantomsox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/feeds/3648982305539889012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997740660207657662&amp;postID=3648982305539889012' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/3648982305539889012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/3648982305539889012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/2009/05/having-officially-received-enough.html' title='Having Officially Received Enough Complaints...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04250221837116042747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997740660207657662.post-3575059968668384352</id><published>2009-02-07T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:54:09.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wittiness</title><content type='html'>I'm getting complaints here. Anego is commenting on my lack of anything funny to read. I"m so sorry, but is it MY fault my brain has nothing to write about except complaints??? People can only take so much complaining you know! I would like to see her do better!!!!!! Well Hannah? Come on! Come on little puppy dog! let's see how well your brain does! YOu know it's not as effortless as it may seem. Wait... Actually it is... I just need something to rant about. But the problem recently is that none of my rants are any good. And you people definitely don't want to hear them. Believe me. lol Wow I sound emo. Anyone laugh yet? No? Dang. Hmmmmm... Tranny Ken Loves you all by the way. Tranny Ken is my Transvestite Ken Doll. My cousin Dawn doesn't like him, she makes fun of him a lot. Which is kind of sad since I always thought she was the nice cousin. REALITY CHECK! lol She is nice though. Ah! The Bella's Lullaby Project isn't going so well :/ I just started working on it today and I'm getting really confused. It looked pretty simple but there's all these issues with HOW THE HECK DO FLAT NOTES WORK???? And stuff like that lol And there's this one bar where it looks like it goes EBGFEEBFGBEDDCBA but then when I look at it again I find out that there's a wrong note  in there because one is going down, so when I go back I find out Hey. But this note is definitely E. It's not F. So something else must be wrong. So then I go back down to the weird not, which ought to be A, but it can't be because A is supposed to be the note below it. IT'S DRIVING ME NUTS!!! I need some hot cocoa. It's too early for this stuff. But I really want to learn it, so maybe it isn't? Speaking of learnign I'm supposed to be getting piano lessons. Yeah they haven't started yet, even though both of my parents ACTUALLY WORKED TOGETGHER to make sure I would. Neither one has actually signed me up yet though... Sigh... Maybe a piano teacher can teach me about sharps and flats again? Mrs. Pollard did, but that was almost four years ago so I barely remember a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Hannah. I tried. It might not be witty, but I wouldn't call it shi-Oh wait. I can't say that on here. ^.~&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;lolol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997740660207657662-3575059968668384352?l=phantomsox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/feeds/3575059968668384352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997740660207657662&amp;postID=3575059968668384352' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/3575059968668384352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/3575059968668384352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/2009/02/wittiness.html' title='Wittiness'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04250221837116042747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997740660207657662.post-1315899703233713096</id><published>2009-01-24T11:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:32:13.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gift to Twillight Lovers Everywhere!</title><content type='html'>Sheet music for Bella's Lullaby! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/1/0/6/2/2/0/3/webimg/204019643_o.jpg"&gt;http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/1/0/6/2/2/0/3/webimg/204019643_o.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/1/0/6/2/2/0/3/webimg/204019668_o.jpg"&gt;http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/1/0/6/2/2/0/3/webimg/204019668_o.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want a sort of tutorial then the youtube user "dumbpeopleroutthere" has a video of the sheet music along to the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try to learn it heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Becca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997740660207657662-1315899703233713096?l=phantomsox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/feeds/1315899703233713096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997740660207657662&amp;postID=1315899703233713096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/1315899703233713096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/1315899703233713096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/2009/01/gift-to-twillight-lovers-everywhere.html' title='A Gift to Twillight Lovers Everywhere!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04250221837116042747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997740660207657662.post-6184276720825433990</id><published>2008-10-18T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:04:52.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moulin Rouge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redhead'/><title type='text'>WHY DOES THE REDHEAD ALWAYS DIE?!?!?</title><content type='html'>No seriously. WHY?!?!?!? WHAT DID THEY EVER DO TO THE WORLD TO DIE IN EVERY FREAKING MOVIE!!!!!????????!!!!!!!! In Rent. In Moulin Rouge. In the LITTLE MERMAID 3!!!! EVEN IN THE LITTLE MERMAID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Ariel's mom was a redhead.) THE REDHEAD ALWAYS DIES.&lt;br /&gt;What I would like to know is WHY?!?!?!?!?!?!? WHY MUST WE DIE?!?!?!? THIS is why there will be NO F*()%^&amp;amp;$* REDHEADS 100 YEARS FROM NOW!!! It is because the Redheads always die that I'm currently tearing up due to the stupid beautifully tragic, tragically beautiful ending of Moulin Rouge.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I saw the Moulin Rouge in person when we went to France.&lt;br /&gt;It was very... sensual. And yes I'm talking about the outside.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll say one thing about the Europeans. They certainly don't have many inhibitions.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. The movie has some of the most beautiful duets I've ever heard. Well, most of them actually. Some of them actually come close to beating "The Phantom of the Opera" not the musical, but the song in the musical.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about dressing up as Satine for my mom's halloween party. Or Roxanne. One or the other. Either way: RED DRESS!!!!!! l-l311 70 7l-l3 fr34k1n9 y34h!&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait...&lt;br /&gt;You people don't speak l337.&lt;br /&gt;My apologies.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Might I suggest you learn? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Bex, Queen of the Butterflies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997740660207657662-6184276720825433990?l=phantomsox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/feeds/6184276720825433990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997740660207657662&amp;postID=6184276720825433990' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/6184276720825433990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/6184276720825433990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-does-redhead-always-die.html' title='WHY DOES THE REDHEAD ALWAYS DIE?!?!?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04250221837116042747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997740660207657662.post-8573171147121161689</id><published>2008-10-09T19:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:35:29.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So as most of the world doesn't know,</title><content type='html'>I make comic strips when I'm bored. Yup. And since what semblance of a life that I once had has now been entirely devoted to Yearbook and AP English (Mrs. Bean the teacher TOTALLY ROX MAJOR SOXAGE!!!) I shall defer from writing a humorous rant about my life and let you live in my world of fiction for a few moments. Ok, bye bye now! Buh bye, guh bye! Ok buh bye! Toy Story 2. Anyone seen it? The bloopers make me lol. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkz98Y1ejc0/SO68z1BcheI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DK6UlD-LNZg/s1600-h/giantspider+2008+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkz98Y1ejc0/SO68z1BcheI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DK6UlD-LNZg/s320/giantspider+2008+099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255345413780440546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, Here's the words!&lt;br /&gt;Headline: Phantom Meets Rebecca!&lt;br /&gt;Square 1: Becca- Tralalalalala... Going for a walk!&lt;br /&gt;Square 2: Narrator- But somewhere farther down the street... *visual of Phantom playing the organ maniacally and awesomely!*&lt;br /&gt;Square 3: Narrator- As he celebrates his compositional triumph with maniacal laughter... Phantom- BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Becca- !!! (Arrow pointing says too cool for te sidewalk)&lt;br /&gt;Square 4: Phantom- ???. Narrator whispering- Becca makes a sneak attack! "Hunted down by everyone" is being take literally!&lt;br /&gt;Square 5: ULTIMATE FAN GLOMP! Of Doom and Destruction.&lt;br /&gt;Square 6: Becca Thought Bubble- Dream coming true! Phantom- Oof! Ooow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. I've got approximately four more. But I'm only in possession of three of them sop I'll have to hunt down the fourth. Be ye forewarned. Blood may be shed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997740660207657662-8573171147121161689?l=phantomsox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/feeds/8573171147121161689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997740660207657662&amp;postID=8573171147121161689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/8573171147121161689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/8573171147121161689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-as-most-of-world-doesnt-know.html' title='So as most of the world doesn&apos;t know,'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04250221837116042747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkz98Y1ejc0/SO68z1BcheI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DK6UlD-LNZg/s72-c/giantspider+2008+099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997740660207657662.post-5735587287928006796</id><published>2008-08-02T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:45:36.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the considerable lack of witticisms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkz98Y1ejc0/SLd-vjmHLtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Gl_hf-j_vn8/s1600-h/piano.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkz98Y1ejc0/SLd-vjmHLtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Gl_hf-j_vn8/s320/piano.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239796046942908114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Yeah. This one won't be being too funny, but still... it's dear to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a piano in my garage and it is beautiful. It isn't beautiful to the sight, no certainly not, because several pieces of ivory are missing and the brass pedals are tarnished and broken. There are spiderwebs adorning every corner of that piano, so no. It's not at all beautiful to look at, but I love the way the wood shines in the dim light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My piano, or so I wish it were, is beautiful because of the things it has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I compare it to a grand piano in a music store with it's gleaming black and white contrasts, perfectly segregated, and perfectly intact. Given the opportunity, there is not one piece of me that would trade my piano with it's chipped wood and stained varnish for that new grand piano, because what has that piano done for anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't evoked laughter by playing a funny song. It hasn't made three little children so happy that they spontaneously start dancing while their mother plays their favorite song. It hasn't taught a naive child how to bring forth the beautiful music it holds secret inside it's treasure box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that grand piano has done is sit in a store&lt;br /&gt;and look pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, to put it frankly, who needs that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll save the witticisms for next time ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997740660207657662-5735587287928006796?l=phantomsox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/feeds/5735587287928006796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997740660207657662&amp;postID=5735587287928006796' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/5735587287928006796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/5735587287928006796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/2008/08/sorry-for-considerable-lack-of.html' title='Sorry for the considerable lack of witticisms'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04250221837116042747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkz98Y1ejc0/SLd-vjmHLtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Gl_hf-j_vn8/s72-c/piano.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997740660207657662.post-1883179401770741409</id><published>2008-07-07T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T01:33:33.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Nocturnal Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So as the title of this here blog says, I am now officially nocturnal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No sleeping at night for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My fault for staying up until ridiculous hours of the morning and sleeping in until nine in the morning lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So now I get to enjoy the experience of having the house all to myself whilst  the family sleeps on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What's that mom? The house got trashed over night? Hm. Wonder how that happened... *flashback of one person raging rave party* Heh. Nope no idea what so ever as to what you're talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So what do I do to fill my time until I get tired?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh the possibilities are endless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Like, I wonder why my hair seems to be falling out. And why it never seemed to fall out before it got cut short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I read a lot. Oh what bliss ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I even clean on occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Very rare occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What's that? You woke up to an immaculate house this morning Mum? Huh... I wonder how that happened... *flashback to intense cleaning frenzy similar to Cinderella's frantic cleaning in Shrek 3. (If you haven't seen Shrek 3 then she's basically gone insane and is scrubbing everything ceaselessly.)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And tonight I have decided that I'm actually going to read other people's blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Although it does seem strange to read about other people who I don't know and have never known and who don't know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Kinda like invasion of privacy. Although that completely cancels out the point of a blog... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Na ja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ONWARDS! TO THE POPULACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997740660207657662-1883179401770741409?l=phantomsox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/feeds/1883179401770741409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997740660207657662&amp;postID=1883179401770741409' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/1883179401770741409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/1883179401770741409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-nocturnal-now.html' title='I&apos;m Nocturnal Now'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04250221837116042747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997740660207657662.post-5836819954576074687</id><published>2008-07-02T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T09:41:19.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='becoming jane haddock'/><title type='text'>THE CAD!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="post"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The cad the cad the cad the cad!!!!!!!!!! The great, big, bloody cad!!!!!!!!! What a cad Mr. Lefroy is! How DARE he do that to Jane?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No. Wait. How dare Jane do that to him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wait. No. I am completely and irrevocably on Jane's side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I must say though, it was a beautiful movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I can't tell if it was a happy ending or a sad one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, congratulations. I have no idea as to why congratulations are in order, though. Through the effects of the movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Becoming Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; I have come to write in a rather formal, old fashioned, and educated way. if I begin to spout words such as "impermissible" and "profligate" you have my official permission to whack me over the head with a haddock until I begin again to speak English. *dodges haddock* I say! I haven't yet begun to use that sort of language! *dodges another haddock* Oh the impropriety! Alright. That deserved a haddock. What? No, I am not mentally incapacitated. There really is a haddock right there. Yes. and it is attempting to beat me around the head using it's body. Yes. Really. Can't you see it? Where did it go?! It was right there a second ago. I swear it was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997740660207657662-5836819954576074687?l=phantomsox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/feeds/5836819954576074687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997740660207657662&amp;postID=5836819954576074687' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/5836819954576074687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/5836819954576074687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/2008/07/cad.html' title='THE CAD!!!!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04250221837116042747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997740660207657662.post-1957667166411241589</id><published>2008-05-26T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T09:42:12.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So my latest dilema has been what to write for my final for Creative Writing. usually inspiration strikes after the first day or so, usually actually it strikes when I hear what the assignement is. But for this, I had NOTHING. Abdoslutely nothing. Well nothing substantial... And then I tried to base a story on my bff and that was going alright until last night. When I had the craziest dream ever. Some parts will be crazy, because you know it was a dream and dreams rarely makes sense, so bear with me. It went like this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;In my dream it was definitely sci fi because there was way advanced technology and there’s no such thing in real life today. It was somewhat like in the Uglies series because we were all watched over by electronics, kind of like 1984 but not quite so dusty. We were setting up club houses deep deep underground were we could speak freely with out being watched, which was illegal. It worked for awhile but then someone tipped off the people who were in charge of watching us and they knew where all of the secret clubhouses were. Most of us were captured, but me and two other girls survived, somehow they missed us. Maybe we hid? I don’t know. But we survived to try again, except this time it was less high tech and we were less well supplied. We didn’t have much food and somehow we hunted even though we never ventured outside. Then fro some strange reason I was changing clothes and thought I saw someone and went running after them in, well let's just say I wasn't weraing the most layers I've ever worn in my life, and it turned out to be a group of boys that lived just down the hall or club houses. I went to their room and demanded to know why tey were spying on me dressing, and then I had a realization. “Wait. You’re alive? You survived?! I thought we were the only-?” and then I looked across the hall and saw a cafeteria with actual pizza, which was a delicacy by then I think and got very much morally outraged. “YOU HAVE A CAFETERIA?!?!?! And here we’ve been fending for ourselves!!!!!!! And you have chefs. Bloody CHEFS!!!!! Bastards!!!” and then I was clothed again and me and my group of survivors were making friends. Then after dinner one of the girls in my group was going back to her room or something and she stayed too long under one of the scanner sensor things that can find out if you are supposed to be there or not by reading your eye DNA or something, but if you go past it really fast they can't read it and they won't know who you are and the whole colony is safe from the superiors. I don't know why they hadn't disabled it or something, but tey hadn't and she forgot it was there and she was just standing there and this time the superiors came and definitely got everyone. No survivors that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Idiot girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;After that I woke up thanks to Hannah's alarm clock. Which wouldn't shut up. Grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;This was the setting: Clean school like hallways, with school like carpets, but it wasn't a school because there were beds and stuff, but it was very clean and secretive. And quiet. No music was playing anywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I get the feeling I've been there before too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a crazy dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my story.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997740660207657662-1957667166411241589?l=phantomsox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/feeds/1957667166411241589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997740660207657662&amp;postID=1957667166411241589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/1957667166411241589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/1957667166411241589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-story.html' title='my Story'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04250221837116042747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997740660207657662.post-1300983405555492594</id><published>2008-03-24T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T09:42:48.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;... is here to not be complained in. Because it would seem that in all of my other posts i complain a lot. This gets on my nerves, so I'm going to remedy the situation! Muahaha! I shall speak on te subject of the Phantom of the Opera, the BEST MUSICAL EVER. EVER!!!! It's so incredibly awesome!!!!!!!!!! If you haven't seen it, then shame on you. You MUST go rent it and watch it TONIGHT. With your loved ones or by yourself. Either way. I don't care. Just MAKES SURE YOU SEE IT at least ONCE before you die. Because if you haven't you haven't lived! Mom and I are going to go see it live!! This is the highlight of my life right now! I can't believe that the POTO is actually coming to California!!!!!!!! OMG I can't wait!!! ^.^ It's gonna be AWESOME!! But I might get kicked out for singing along too loud, or trying to fanglomp the Phantom. And if you don't know what that is, I suggest you find out lol. Basically it's a tackle hug. One of my specialties. Ask Chelly. She'll tell you lol. Baka-senpai and Gavin and pretty much anyone else who I'm happy to see gets them too so if you ask any of them they will all say: If she tries to glomp you run! It hurts like h***!!&lt;br /&gt;But that means that I'm doing it right ^.^&lt;br /&gt;As I said before, one of my specialties.&lt;br /&gt;And fun too!&lt;br /&gt;You can find an example on youtube I'm sure lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next word is Say.&lt;br /&gt;What would Ms. Kasner say/ T?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997740660207657662-1300983405555492594?l=phantomsox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/feeds/1300983405555492594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997740660207657662&amp;postID=1300983405555492594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/1300983405555492594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/1300983405555492594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-one.html' title='This one...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04250221837116042747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997740660207657662.post-123040677633029572</id><published>2008-03-24T11:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T09:43:47.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Post is Appropriately Labeled: Drugs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This post is dedicated to drugs. Or rather, the effect they have on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now I know you probably think I'm talking about cocaine and Marijuana and all that stupid crap, but I'm not. I'm actually talking about diphenhydromine, or however you spell it T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well let's call it Dippy for short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dippy, while extremely helpful with the stopping my stupid bloody skin from itching every single minute of every single bloody day, makes me incredibly sleepy. And this pisses me off. Sure I sleep better at night, but I can't just take it when I'm about to go to bed! Nope. I take it in the morning too. So this is not going to be good after spring break is over and it's time to head to first period at the ungodly hour of 7:50 AM. (Really having to get up before 8 should be illegal!!) And while it's a good thing that my first period involves moving around so it'll be more difficult to fall asleep, that will just worsen what will happen in second period, which just happens to be Honors English 11. If you have ever taken an honors class before then you will understand just how boring it can be. HE11+Dippy+Becca= Detention for falling asleep during class. And while Ms. Diaz is the sweetest teacher EVER she will get tired of my insolence eventually and then I will indeed get detention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Proves for an interesting day I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;HAPPY EASTER!!!!!!!!!! A day late. Na ja. I tried. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The nextest word is being: Kasner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Which means that the sentence so far is: What would Ms. Kasner S/T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I like your guesses though! Very creative! Keep up the good work ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997740660207657662-123040677633029572?l=phantomsox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/feeds/123040677633029572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997740660207657662&amp;postID=123040677633029572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/123040677633029572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/123040677633029572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-post-is-appropriately-labeled.html' title='This Post is Appropriately Labeled: Drugs.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04250221837116042747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997740660207657662.post-2084752630030872554</id><published>2008-02-13T17:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:32:01.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Formal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkz98Y1ejc0/R7Ogbs2KyvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/tXiw_1fpHEQ/s1600-h/Feb+2+2008+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkz98Y1ejc0/R7Ogbs2KyvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/tXiw_1fpHEQ/s200/Feb+2+2008+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166649595279362802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The make up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkz98Y1ejc0/R7Ogb82KywI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qbNGfqgTzDE/s1600-h/Feb+2+2008+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkz98Y1ejc0/R7Ogb82KywI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qbNGfqgTzDE/s200/Feb+2+2008+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166649599574330114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;The dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkz98Y1ejc0/R7Ogc82KyxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mHR__VxT8rc/s1600-h/Feb+2+2008+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkz98Y1ejc0/R7Ogc82KyxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mHR__VxT8rc/s200/Feb+2+2008+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166649616754199314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkz98Y1ejc0/R7Ogdc2KyyI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZxncdIGKCo0/s1600-h/Feb+2+2008+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkz98Y1ejc0/R7Ogdc2KyyI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZxncdIGKCo0/s200/Feb+2+2008+115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166649625344133922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The date! (Such a gentleman lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkz98Y1ejc0/R7Ogd82KyzI/AAAAAAAAABI/gUh6_g_tl5I/s1600-h/Feb+2+2008+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkz98Y1ejc0/R7Ogd82KyzI/AAAAAAAAABI/gUh6_g_tl5I/s200/Feb+2+2008+123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166649633934068530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fun ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Come on. It's a giant pickle. Who could not love a giant pickle???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997740660207657662-2084752630030872554?l=phantomsox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/feeds/2084752630030872554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997740660207657662&amp;postID=2084752630030872554' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/2084752630030872554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/2084752630030872554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/2008/02/einter-formal.html' title='Winter Formal!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04250221837116042747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkz98Y1ejc0/R7Ogbs2KyvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/tXiw_1fpHEQ/s72-c/Feb+2+2008+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997740660207657662.post-2001934368560554571</id><published>2008-02-01T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T14:30:08.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To tell you the truth...</title><content type='html'>... I had completely forgotten about this place... heh... heh...&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time to update then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's sick again! This time it's due to either my bffl Amanda, or my friend Jonathon's fault. It may be Tristan's though... Who knows. Certainly not I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bit of news, even though I was hacking up a lung last night, I went to Winter Formal! And. It. Was. FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Shockingly enough I actually danced. Even though the music was crap. (That's rap with a silent c) And I had a date too ;P well technically at least. My friend didn't have a date, I didn't have a date, so we joined up and Ferny was my impromptu date!&lt;br /&gt;The next word it "Ms." ^.^&lt;br /&gt;You guys stumped yet? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Rebecca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997740660207657662-2001934368560554571?l=phantomsox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/feeds/2001934368560554571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997740660207657662&amp;postID=2001934368560554571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/2001934368560554571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/2001934368560554571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-tell-you-truth.html' title='To tell you the truth...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04250221837116042747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997740660207657662.post-6735388559055929790</id><published>2007-10-28T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T20:19:52.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='striped pillows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>My main excuse. And Homework. Can't Forget About Homework.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;List of things to do while procrastinating:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sit. And do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;2. Clean your room. SO blah.&lt;br /&gt;3. Shanghai your step-father's laptop while everyone else is at a fireside and you are supposed to be doing your homework.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm... I think I like that last one! lol&lt;br /&gt;You may wonder, and rightly so, about my prolonged silence. My only excuse is this:&lt;br /&gt;I was abducted by the STP. Or, if you are unfamiliar with this term, the Striped Tiger Pillows. They took over my domain and kidnapped me. And while I was held in         by them, they took ALL OF MY CANDY. HOW DARE THEY??? MY CANDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TIS GOOOOONE!!! FOREVER!  So 'tis a good thing that Halloween is on it's way! For, a whole nights worth of trick or treating can last me until past Christmas! ^.^ It's amazing how long candy can last with out going bad. Oh right. MY CANDDDDYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!! lol My real excuse is that I have been feeling very mean for the past couple of months and thought it better to say nothing if it was going to be regretful. So yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;Trouble Strikes in the Life of Rebecca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;It'll be all the rage in tomorrows papers! lol So I SHOULD be doing my homework. But I'm not. Long Live Procrastination! Who wants to try doing all three of my HE11 (it's funny when you write that out in hand writing it looks like HEll) problems? They are:&lt;br /&gt;2. Explain the truth in each of these paradoxes.&lt;br /&gt;a. "I saw that, if there was a wall of stone between me and my townsmen, there was still a more difficult one to climb or break throught, before they could get to be as free as I was"&lt;br /&gt;b. "I felt as if I alone of all my townsmen had paid my tax."&lt;br /&gt;5. From what you know about American Romanticism, would you say that Thoreau's assumptions and points in this essay are fundamentally romantic? Explain.&lt;br /&gt;6. What influences of Emerson's thought can you find in  "Resistance to Civil Government"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugger awful questions aren't they?  Bleggh.  Yeah.  So any takers?  *crickets chirp* Ok...  guess not!  Ah, well.  Too  bad for me. lol That's pretty much all I've got to say. The next word in WWMKS/T is "would". So you know that WWMKS/T is an action! Now you know "What would..." :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I went to a party on Friday! It was my own family's party, but a party none the less! And it was very fun. My halloween costume is *drum roll* A PARODY OF BARBIE! Although it is a very high maintenance costume, it is a fun costume none the less! I'll put a pic up soon... a pic of halloween night! I'm gonna go trick or treating! Mit meine freunds und freundinins! And then we're gonna watch a scary movie! ;P lol ok I got to go do my homework now. May  it rot in... *mutter grumble* *trudges away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3becca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997740660207657662-6735388559055929790?l=phantomsox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/feeds/6735388559055929790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997740660207657662&amp;postID=6735388559055929790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/6735388559055929790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/6735388559055929790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/2007/10/list-of-things-to-do-while.html' title='My main excuse. And Homework. Can&apos;t Forget About Homework.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04250221837116042747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997740660207657662.post-6367325081022015157</id><published>2007-09-19T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:41:38.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tell me. Is the font size big enough now? I hope it is cuz it doesn't get any larger than this! Muahahaha*coughhack*haha. Yes the cold lives on sadly enough. And yet I'm forced to go to school anyways. As I have told my dear friend Nathalie, the world does not see things my way. Because if it did, I would have been sitting in my beloved bed with the latest Meg Cabot book and Hot Chocolate with marshmallows all day. Unfortunately none of those things happened. Although we do have marshmallows... yuuuuuuuummmmmmm... lol. Ah yes, my most heartfelt apologies to those who needed magnifying glasses to read the first and last post. I swear I didn't know! lol. What randomness to put now... uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmm... AHA! EUREKA! (Bethcha haven't heard that exclaimed in a while! lol) Queen has great music! If I ever started a band I would name it Queen's Ladies and it would be an all girls band and we would perform songs by Queen! Hence the name Queen's Ladies! I thought it was clever. I really like the sonsg " I'm Going Slightly Mad", "Bohemian Rhapsody", "The Show Must Go On", and "March of the Black Queen"! They're my top faves! Although the one I hear most often is "Killer Queen", which is most likely the most confusing song in the whole entire UNIVERSE! Until I tried to Karaoke it with my bffl Amanda I thought the first line was "She keeps moving her shoulder" which made no sense (but I figured, heck, it's old rock, it's not supposed to make sense! but how wrong I was!! lol) turns out it was "She keeps moving et chandon" which I (the great and mighty Rebecca!) don't even know the meaning to! Crazy. Well do to the tyrannical control of my life by my mother (jk mom! heehee), I have to go do my english homework. Joy of joys. lol And thus I take my leave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yo ho shevvy me hardy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;3becca size="5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hee!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;P.S. WWMKS/T= well I'm not going to tell you what the whole thing means just yet, to keep the suspense going, but I WILL tell you the first word! (Be ye grateful. lol) the first "W" is equal to "What" Hence alerting you that WWMKS/T is a question!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahaha! Being evil is fun :) And my cold didn't ruin my laugh this time either! lol&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997740660207657662-6367325081022015157?l=phantomsox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/feeds/6367325081022015157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997740660207657662&amp;postID=6367325081022015157' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/6367325081022015157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/6367325081022015157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/2007/09/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04250221837116042747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997740660207657662.post-6522701170135504407</id><published>2007-09-15T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T22:15:14.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and the like.'/><title type='text'>Just to Let You Know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I don't know when, if ever, I'm going to write in this. But, hey! I'm sure it'll happen occasionally! It might even be fun! *gasp of shock* NO! NOT FUN!!! SURELY NOT!! OMG!!! lol. Wow. It's fun already. Now I can see why my mom won't get off of this place. Shocking I know. Yeaaaaaaaaahhhhhh ok. Now I don't know what to say. Go off on a random tangent? Make a list of things I should be doing but really aren't? Who knows. Maybe I'll just stop typing in this box and move on to the nextx order of business. Because I live in a court. And we go through our days with "next orders of business". In case you couldn't tell, which most people can't amazingly enough (with a few exceptions such as: Amanda. And Hannah. Although I'm not quite sure that she counts since she's my sister and we have our own language that only she can understand. And Amanda and I have entire conversations using only one word repeatedly. not that I'm bragging or anyth-Wait. This () is much too long. WWMKS/T? You're gonna have to stick around to find out what that means. Haha. Assuming I remember that is. Which is not likely. Oh wait, right. Ending the parenthesis. I knew that. I swear I did. RIGHT! Closing!) See, I closed it. Muahahahaha*coughhack*hahaha? D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:D@mn"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;@mn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ffff;"&gt; cold. It jhust randomly attacked me the other day. and now I am miserable. The world enjoys picking on me. But I don't give a crap. I live on. So there. Now what was I talking about? Ah right. That whole court thing was a joke. lol. Maybe you;ll begin to understand young grasshoppers... Wow. I'm weird. But as long as I know it there's nothing wrong with life! And so I live on. Muahahhahahhaha*coughhack*ha. drat this bloody cold. May it rot. But not in me, cuz that would be bad. Yup. Have I mentioned that my mom is crazy? Well she is. Check out her latest post. She goes off on a random tangent (I do love those words) about a castle and saran wrap. Somehow they're related. Told ya. She's mentally incapacitated. But I love her anyways : ) Acutually I probably get all this craziness from her. I should be grateful. I leave you with that until the next random update on my llife. Which apparently you guys can't stand to not hear about cuz you're still reading this. Amazing&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997740660207657662-6522701170135504407?l=phantomsox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/feeds/6522701170135504407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997740660207657662&amp;postID=6522701170135504407' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/6522701170135504407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997740660207657662/posts/default/6522701170135504407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantomsox.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-to-let-you-know.html' title='Just to Let You Know...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04250221837116042747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
