<?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-9094202008410090061</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:32:16.798-05:00</updated><category term='JuliaDream'/><category term='deadlyretro'/><category term='writing'/><title type='text'>day dreaming with deadlyretro</title><subtitle type='html'>sometimes you just gotta drift away...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-4095193159043853243</id><published>2009-11-16T23:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:16:56.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on School . . .</title><content type='html'>It sucks cause I'm like really nervous for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try and calm myself by saying that once it’s over and done with, and I get into university, that it’ll all be fine. That it’ll all work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I realize . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I do get to university the anxiety and everything will come back. My classes will swamp me and I’ll constantly feel on edge, like I should be doing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just get the feeling like I should quit while I’m ahead. Stop before I pull all my hair out or cause it to turn prematurely grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I realize. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all means too much to me. I’ve worked my ass off in academic classes because I wanted to go to university. I wanted to go onto higher education. To stop now and go down to a lower level or even to just settle with college seems like a waste to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing against college, it’s just not for me. Whenever my friend asks me why I’m so bent on going to University I get the feeling that she thinks I look down on people in college. I think she might think I won’t make it. This is yet another reason why I’m doubtful about university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, I guess I need to deal with my anxiety. Start taking those extra little steps to ensure that I don’t fall behind and panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of work ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this really helped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-4095193159043853243?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4095193159043853243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=4095193159043853243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/4095193159043853243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/4095193159043853243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/11/thoughts-on-school.html' title='Thoughts on School . . .'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-7339736017355914482</id><published>2009-08-26T20:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:20:24.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update. . .</title><content type='html'>Woah, I thought that my dashboard said my last post was in April. Twas going to write a short blurb saying how I was absent and why and such. I opened this window to type up my post and everything, until I realized it said August. Meh, I'll just think up something else to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the exam for my Bio coarse. It was really easy and I did pretty well on the booklets to. And to think, I almost gave up on this unit; that would have been a big mistake. Then I spent the rest of my Dad at my Aunt's celebrating my Mom's birthday. It was 4 or 5 hours of  Hannah Montana and my Aunt babying my 9 year old cousin. I'm sure glad to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found I really like watching movies. Like, I always wrote it off as something everyone likes, but I think my lvoe for it has become more of a hobby. I love watching different genres, go over the plots, the camera techniques-- I basically dissect it. It's not a mere time waster, it's something that I like to look at in depth. I could never do movie reviews, but now I actually want to try and watch different movies that interest me. I love nothing more than finding good, under rated movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the reason I've barely been posting is because of a site called Tumblr. It's an easy bloggin site that cool for just quick, mindless posting. To me it's more like you post random thoughts, while blogs like this are more like public journals. Full posts with some kind of meaning behind them. The thing I love most about Tumblr is the reblogging. It's the shit. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://deadlyretro.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rao-blog.tumblr.com/"&gt;My Tumblr with my Friends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ttyl&lt;br /&gt;*REtro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-7339736017355914482?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7339736017355914482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=7339736017355914482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/7339736017355914482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/7339736017355914482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/08/update.html' title='An Update. . .'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-3922360247846931134</id><published>2009-08-14T19:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:59:13.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh, The Beat Goes On</title><content type='html'>I found the third Cube movie there today. I was so stoked when I found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great cause the hot guy at the cash knew all about the movies. He even went into the back and pulled out the second cube movie he had on hold for himself, just in case I wanted it. I thought that was a pretty nice thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to work at The Beat Goes On now, just because you get to listen to whatever you want and get dibs on new stuff that comes in. Sounds like a pretty sweet job to me. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*REtro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-3922360247846931134?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/3922360247846931134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=3922360247846931134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/3922360247846931134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/3922360247846931134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/08/ahhh-beat-goes-on.html' title='Ahhh, The Beat Goes On'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-9138296360058274452</id><published>2009-08-07T00:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T01:02:31.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Eco School Year For Me!</title><content type='html'>That's right. I've decided to help the planet more this school year. I'll start by being more environmentally conscious with my school supplies.  This thought actually came to me at Walmart of all place when I seen that papermate, I believe it was, was making recycled rulers, pencils, pencil cases, paper, and scissors. Then later in Jacksons Square I seen recycled erasers and more pencils!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have some recycled pens and some pencils now, thanks to my mom and her day trip to the States. I'm probably not going to be able to get everything I want as recycled material but I'm going to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something that made me happy today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volunteering for a few hours at the Festival of Friends. It was fun helping out with the vendors and such. I have a full three days of volunteering ahead. Whoopee, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*REtro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-9138296360058274452?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/9138296360058274452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=9138296360058274452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/9138296360058274452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/9138296360058274452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/08/eco-school-year-for-me.html' title='An Eco School Year For Me!'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-5289597389587074201</id><published>2009-08-06T02:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T02:22:36.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BIO3U</title><content type='html'>I'm currently taking biology a s a summer coarse and I find reading some of this stuff is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I was inspired to write this blog while reading about smoking and its effects on the lungs. Reading about how it damages your lungs and eventually kills you is scary because I find ignorce truly is bliss when it comes to the details of someone dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, okay, Little Billy's Mom is dying of lung cancer. That's pretty sad, but after hearing how her trachea was unable to clean contaminants from the lungs. Then how the walls between alveoli were dissolved and eventually Billy's Mom was unable to breath properly. It's like wow, x100 worse now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it really creeps me out because I'm convinced that I'm gonna get lung cancer at one point in my life and to know that there's some black shit in my throat, and that I'm not taking in oxygen as well as I use to scares the crap out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some scary shit people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*REtro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-5289597389587074201?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/5289597389587074201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=5289597389587074201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/5289597389587074201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/5289597389587074201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/08/bio3u.html' title='BIO3U'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-6129710049026028682</id><published>2009-07-19T16:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:15:06.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Blog?!</title><content type='html'>That's right. I've made another blog. I decided to . . . WHOA deja vu much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I did make another blog, but this time on tumblr. I decided to make it because I found a really awesome layout. You should go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.ohhsoretro.tumblr.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Click|&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deadlyretro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-6129710049026028682?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6129710049026028682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=6129710049026028682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/6129710049026028682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/6129710049026028682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-blog_19.html' title='Another Blog?!'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-8963133434827381821</id><published>2009-07-19T15:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:09:06.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Blog?!</title><content type='html'>That's right. I've made another blog. I decided to do a book review blog for all the books I'll e reading this summer. It'll probably be mostly novels and maybe a few graphic novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll actually go through with this, unlike my movie review blog, which still isn't open for the public to see. Mostly because I forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a link to the book review blog. I'm going to post a review pretty soon hopefully. I've already read a book, now it's a matter of reviewing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://retrosbookreviews.blogspot.com/"&gt;|Click|&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deadlyretro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-8963133434827381821?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/8963133434827381821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=8963133434827381821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/8963133434827381821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/8963133434827381821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-blog.html' title='Another Blog?!'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-189432215922384181</id><published>2009-07-18T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:56:42.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing, superb even. . .</title><content type='html'>This layout is the best. I finally figured out how to upload layouts. So, I went searching online for some goods ones. I've got a couple, but this one is my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deadlyretro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-189432215922384181?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/189432215922384181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=189432215922384181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/189432215922384181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/189432215922384181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/07/amazing-superb-even.html' title='amazing, superb even. . .'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-4248675066831096798</id><published>2009-06-11T21:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:18:09.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Camera Car</title><content type='html'>I totally saw the Google Camera Car today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my Aunt was driving me home I saw this car with is huge pole on the roof go down on of these side streets. Of coarse when I tell my aunt to look she misses it. Then when we finally get to my street, I see i t coming towards me as I cross the street. I run across and wait on my front lawn as it passes me by. I stuck my tongue out at it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got inside I quickly called my Dad and left him this long message telling him about it, since he was the one who first told me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can see myself on Google now. How cool would that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, totally needed to blog about this.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully get back on my old "one thing that made me happy today" posts when summer starts. Right now I need to study for my math exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttyl,&lt;br /&gt;*deadlyretro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-4248675066831096798?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4248675066831096798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=4248675066831096798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/4248675066831096798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/4248675066831096798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/06/google-camera-car.html' title='Google Camera Car'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-5689084804742582915</id><published>2009-05-05T22:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:37:29.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Post . . . While He's Away</title><content type='html'>LOL, Who reference in the title. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a quick post now. I want to read a bit before I get to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that made me happy today: Going to lunch with my Aunt and Mum. We went to Wendy's and the Frosty was to die for. It's sad that food makes me happy in life. There are other things, it's just I can't remember them xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, practising my band stuff really made me happy, once I was able to play it. Now to practice the rep stuff. &gt; .&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite&lt;br /&gt;*deadlyretro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-5689084804742582915?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/5689084804742582915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=5689084804742582915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/5689084804742582915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/5689084804742582915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/05/quick-post-while-hes-away.html' title='A Quick Post . . . While He&apos;s Away'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-176103461926085202</id><published>2009-05-04T21:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:33:19.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That sure did last long. . .</title><content type='html'>I totally forgot all about my "write about one happy thing a day". So, Imma try and make up for it or in other words backtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;- It was a PA Day so that pretty much made me happy in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;- I went to the library and got some books to read, so I'm well on my way with the whole "read 100 novels this year" goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;- I finished my posterboard for co-op before it's actually due annnd I went to a geneology thing with my Dad. I got to see some old attendance books from when I was in school. That really made my day. It was awesome getting to see the names of people I use to go to school with and all the excuses used when I was young on the days I was absent. My Dad found the attendance books from when he was in school too. He found some important dates in the books, so it was a productive trip overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it'd be a lot harder thinking back and finding things that made me happy, but it was surprisingly easy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, hmmm, I guess just getting to relax and read really made me happy. Oh, and the roast beef I had for dinner made me happy, too. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-ta for now. =]&lt;br /&gt;*deadlyretro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-176103461926085202?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/176103461926085202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=176103461926085202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/176103461926085202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/176103461926085202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/05/that-sure-did-last-long.html' title='That sure did last long. . .'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-3467928672028450097</id><published>2009-04-30T19:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:56:33.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing that made me happy today. . .</title><content type='html'>It`s raining and the sound of it hitting the roofs is amazing. The smell after it rains too is great. My Aunt usually drives me home from co-op, so while waiting for here to unlock my door I just stood and splashed around in the puddles. I probably looked like an idiot from afar, but it was fun. I don`t even know why. I also love how refreshing the rain is especially when the day has been really hot. I love the rain. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deadlyretro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-3467928672028450097?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/3467928672028450097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=3467928672028450097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/3467928672028450097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/3467928672028450097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-thing-that-made-me-happy-today.html' title='One thing that made me happy today. . .'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-3762048125780636209</id><published>2009-04-29T22:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:34:14.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>43things.com</title><content type='html'>It's a wonderful website where people post different goals they want to achieve in there life. It ranges from loosing a few pounds to reading every book on ones book shelf or traveling to 10 different countries. Some of pages people have created are amazing. I already have 10 things listed on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I said I'd do is write about one thing that made me happy everyday of the year. I'm probably gonna start up a different blog to post them, but I don't feel like doing it now. So here's one for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of freshly cooked ham. When I first came home today the smell overpowered me. It smelt so sweet, and at the time, I couldn't identify it. Once in my kitchen I found it in the fridge, still warm. This might be a really weird thing the one would right about, but I don't know. When I first thought about what I'd write about the initial reaction I had to smelling the food popped into my mind. It could be me subconsciously being grateful for having food or maybe not a lot of happy things happen throughout my day. All I know is is that ham sure did smell good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[side note: Lol, ate ham during swine flu outbreak]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I should do that homework now &gt; .&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deadlyretro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-3762048125780636209?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/3762048125780636209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=3762048125780636209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/3762048125780636209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/3762048125780636209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/04/43thingscom.html' title='43things.com'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-2606312623664259105</id><published>2009-04-17T22:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:05:13.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what?</title><content type='html'>The sad truth is the truth is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How depressing, and yet so true, is that statement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw it on a dp and thought I'd document its wisedom here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, messenger window just popped up. Scared the crap outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deadlyretro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-2606312623664259105?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/2606312623664259105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=2606312623664259105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/2606312623664259105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/2606312623664259105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know-what.html' title='You know what?'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-2960702867031619901</id><published>2009-04-15T17:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:55:37.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever. . .</title><content type='html'>had one moment in your life where you finally experience something that you have only heard others talking about or you have only read in books? Not major events, but just minor descriptions that the main characters is relaying in the book. Confused? That's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I bring this up is because I had a moment today where I couldn't help but think "Wow, this moment is one that would totally be described in a book. I can't believe I'm experiencing it." This moment was when I had sat down on the couch perpendicular to the one my Aunt and Co-op teacher were sitting on. I had just come back from the bathroom where I had just had a nervous breakdown (which was triggered when I found out my co-op teacher was coming that day). My eyes were red and puffy, my hair greasy and pulled back in a pony tail. I was a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look I got from my teacher was a puzzling glance. She was asking my aunt questions, but I could tell, read her mind almost, that she was trying to figure out what was wrong with me. It wasn't until my Aunt had gotten up to correct someone on the equipment, did my teacher ask me, "Are you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I responded with a blatant lie, "Oh, I haven't been feeling well. I have a cold I just can't seem to kick." She started talking about how she too had been sick for the past while, then my Aunt returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment when I could read her face was astounding. I felt like it could just be described in a story. To people reading this it might seem like nothing, but I say that's my own fault. Really because I'm horrible at explaining things. I think another factor might be the fact that I really can't remember that happening to me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a rough one. Between getting up late this morning and still not getting my math assignment done it had been one hell of a day. One where every single moment all I could think was, "This is the worst day of my life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to fill you in: I had woken up late this morning because I had spent the previous night spilling everything into the porcelain bowl except my stomach. Since I didn't have much time and didn't want to get in trouble for not bringing the sheet music I decided not to have a shower, which I hate doing. I ended up pestering my friends the whole day asking if my hair look greasy and of coarse this was the day my co-op teacher wanted to take pictures of me at my placement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deadlyretro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-2960702867031619901?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/2960702867031619901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=2960702867031619901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/2960702867031619901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/2960702867031619901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/04/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever. . .'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-7301600989684490849</id><published>2009-04-04T11:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:24:25.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>omg, OMFG!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3591/3405377207_0ac8da6896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 281px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3591/3405377207_0ac8da6896.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCOTT PILGRIM!!&lt;br /&gt;It's awesome cause it looks exactly like the scene from the graphic novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some icons on livejournal where it shows a person holding a giant like sketch of a scott pilgrim character over there face and I'm pretty sure these people are the actors protraying them. So I went searching for the original site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to find the pis themselves, but did find a bunch of set pics on this one guys blog. It's so cool. I can't wait to see it. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-7301600989684490849?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7301600989684490849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=7301600989684490849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/7301600989684490849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/7301600989684490849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg-omfg.html' title='omg, OMFG!!'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3591/3405377207_0ac8da6896_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-9076941777526371569</id><published>2009-04-03T16:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:28:37.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Animation</title><content type='html'>This video makes me want to learn how to do stop animation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/EQBNhHpHjHs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/EQBNhHpHjHs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-9076941777526371569?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/9076941777526371569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=9076941777526371569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/9076941777526371569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/9076941777526371569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/04/stop-animation.html' title='Stop Animation'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-436181032947523694</id><published>2009-03-30T00:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:22:17.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There are too many Dumbasses with webcams.</title><content type='html'>You heard me. Go on youtube and search any big issue and you have a bunch of people who think that they know so much and have the right solution to fix everything. It's like my god, who let you have a webcam. Like really, you think anyone out there actually cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really do some research before making a video claiming your idea is right or this one person is the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm watching HowTheWorldWorks response to The Amazing Atheist. It's like, this guy thinks that every environmentalist is horrible because of what a select few have some. Not all environmentalists think a like. Not all of them would vouche for what another one has said. They're not all scheming against the human race to help plants take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I can't go on because I feel like one hell of a hypocrite for writing this. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deadlyretro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-436181032947523694?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/436181032947523694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=436181032947523694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/436181032947523694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/436181032947523694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-are-too-many-dumbasses-with.html' title='There are too many Dumbasses with webcams.'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-6268574632710605500</id><published>2009-03-23T21:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:29:48.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I really need to plug this.</title><content type='html'>I saw the video "Hi I'm aMarvel and I'm a DC: Wolverine and Watchemen (Comedian)" in the comedy section of Youtube. Then over to the side I seen one featuring Iron Man and had to watch it. These videos are pretty funny, I suggest you watch more of them . . . now.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/NlLeCu63HCA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/NlLeCu63HCA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deadlyretro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-6268574632710605500?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6268574632710605500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=6268574632710605500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/6268574632710605500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/6268574632710605500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-really-need-to-plug-this.html' title='I really need to plug this.'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-5192163661382477813</id><published>2009-03-22T23:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:20:42.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe. . .</title><content type='html'>I've started so many posts where the title is a lead in to the first line.&lt;br /&gt;loljks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really meant to say was: I can't believe March Break is over. I wish it wasn't but sadly it had to end at some point. I did absolutely nothing this week, but actually did more than I thought I would. I thought I'd spend all my time catching up on lost sleep and yet I joined a few websites, spent some time on my quest on Gaia and even managed to write some stories. I also managed to spruce up a couple of my blogs and start a group blog with Tara and Abir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, farewell March Break. It was nice while it lasted, but now I must return to reality. A place where I must spend my days working hard instead going to the gym and chilling at home like how I spent the last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye March Break, you will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;*deadlyretro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-5192163661382477813?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/5192163661382477813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=5192163661382477813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/5192163661382477813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/5192163661382477813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-believe.html' title='I can&apos;t believe. . .'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-1867175934049319396</id><published>2009-03-21T23:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:23:25.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever. . .</title><content type='html'>felt so upset that you could actually vomit? As if causing yourself to be sick will remove the bad feeling? Or maybe it's the act of vomiting. It's like a distraction. You'll be thinking too much about how you just threw up to be reminded of the dark thought that troubled you moments prior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could vomit the bad feelings away, but I can't. I'm not the type to make myself sick. And yet I'm still troubled by this one thought. Why can't it just leave my mind? Life's already too troublesome without this worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The state of your life is nothing more than a reflection of your state of mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Dr. Wayne W. Dyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deadlyretro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-1867175934049319396?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/1867175934049319396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=1867175934049319396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/1867175934049319396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/1867175934049319396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever. . .'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-314192814194139150</id><published>2009-03-20T21:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:03:57.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what I really hate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;how I just pushed enter and posted this without anything actually written yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog colour scheme. It's too old. It's too eye rapingly bad.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to change it but it didn't really work out.&lt;br /&gt;Seems I'll have to re-do my layout and such. I wonder if I can choose my own background. That's be cool. Then I could make a cool banner to go with it. I'm tired of the one solid coloured backgrounds-- too plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have Battlestar Balactica playing in the bacground as I write this. I'm not watching it. I was planing to wait and see if the Stargate Universe trailer plays. I know it was suppose to play on the Scifi (or soon to be SyFy) channel, but I didn't know if Space would be playing it as well. I ended up youtubing it, but it was nothing that special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sNE72uC8mpM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sNE72uC8mpM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming off way too much as a survival show rather than a show about the stargates. Like with the two series prior to Universe they seemed more about discovering the galaxy while fighting off alien races. Well, at least Atlantis was all about that. I haven't gotten the chance to finish watching SG1. Plus, when I watch the trailer I can't help but be reminded of cloverfield. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all that's on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;*deadlyretro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-314192814194139150?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/314192814194139150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=314192814194139150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/314192814194139150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/314192814194139150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-what-i-really-hate.html' title='You know what I really hate?'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-1067056947846570197</id><published>2009-03-18T15:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:59:56.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So I was walking my brother home from day camp . . .</title><content type='html'>when he threatened to trip me by putting his foot out in front of me and then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; tripped on the curb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't stop laughing. Then I told him that "Karma's a bitch" and was surprised to find that he actually knew what Karma was. I've underestimated him. He seems to know tidbits from other religions and yet doesn't know how to walk properly. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-1067056947846570197?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/1067056947846570197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=1067056947846570197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/1067056947846570197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/1067056947846570197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-i-was-walking-my-brother-home-from.html' title='So I was walking my brother home from day camp . . .'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-2224311569040873711</id><published>2009-03-17T21:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:15:03.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I love Queen. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s173.photobucket.com/albums/w47/Sourgreen92/do%20not%20move/?action=view&amp;amp;current=qdrag.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w47/Sourgreen92/do%20not%20move/qdrag.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I started watching some of their music videos again on Youtube. I haven't listen to their stuff in ages. I watched "I Want to Break Free" and just died a little (in a good way). I love that video, it's hilarious. I just love how the British aren't afraid to dress in drag. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-2224311569040873711?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/2224311569040873711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=2224311569040873711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/2224311569040873711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/2224311569040873711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-why-i-love-queen.html' title='This is why I love Queen. . .'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w47/Sourgreen92/do%20not%20move/th_qdrag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-735544884031656397</id><published>2009-03-15T16:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:33:05.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm, weekend not going as planned</title><content type='html'>. . . movie wise that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only watched two movies yesterday Cube at my friends birthday and . . . I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched A bit of the Grudge today though. Not that much. I stopped watching at the one part that like traumatized me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I really have to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stef's party was pretty fun. We watched a movie, played DDR, and shoved cake into her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deadlyretro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-735544884031656397?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/735544884031656397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=735544884031656397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/735544884031656397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/735544884031656397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmm-weekend-not-going-as-planned.html' title='Hmm, weekend not going as planned'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-4693110321709358253</id><published>2009-03-14T02:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T03:00:23.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time again! =D</title><content type='html'>It's random post time! Yeah! It happens oh about once a month when I actually remember I have a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, next week is March Break meaning this is the first weekend in about a month where I've had no homework to work on. Thus, I have dubbed this weekend to be MOVIE WEEKEND. This weekend I'm gonna watch tons of movies. I have a few I want to watch and today I've watched a few that I hadn't planned to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I watched (today being friday):&lt;br /&gt;Batman Begins (First 40 mins in English class)&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Knight (With my Dad and Brother)&lt;br /&gt;Red Green's Duck Tape Forever (Randomly took it off the shelf and decided to watch it)&lt;br /&gt;Cube &lt;3 (First 40 mins, love this movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my friends birthday so we're probably gonna be watching some movie while at her house. It's gonna be fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all. Nite.&lt;br /&gt;*deadlyretro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-4693110321709358253?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4693110321709358253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=4693110321709358253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/4693110321709358253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/4693110321709358253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-that-time-again-d.html' title='It&apos;s that time again! =D'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-6046260133498712499</id><published>2009-02-15T19:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:03:58.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayday, mayday, we're sinking Captain! Abandon ship!</title><content type='html'>I keep neglecting the blogs I make. I feel bad for making these and not using them, but then again I don't always have something to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a depression coming on. Like I'm slipping into some kind of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*engage emo mode*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just see it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Johnson, status report."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We're losing her captain. She hasn't moved off the couch in an hour. What should we do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Engage writing mode."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's not working Captain. She's stuck on that one story plot and won't move on to another."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Try harder damnit! We can't let her slip away or all our hard work will have been in vain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*lights turn off, only emergency lights are left*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Quickly now, we need to get her back up and running!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's just people running around the room smashing the odd button on the control panel. Who knows how long it will take them to get things back up and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that little blurb cheered me up a tad.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to start a sci-fi story soon before I loose the few scenes I have planned out.&lt;br /&gt;I just hate coming up with character descriptions. My Imagination has gone to shit the pass couple years and continuity has always been a bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-6046260133498712499?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6046260133498712499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=6046260133498712499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/6046260133498712499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/6046260133498712499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2009/02/mayday-mayday-were-sinking-captain.html' title='Mayday, mayday, we&apos;re sinking Captain! Abandon ship!'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-4099897862661395577</id><published>2008-12-22T23:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:14:24.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh, you're kidding me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y3BalKZqUYE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y3BalKZqUYE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they make squeals like 50 years after the originals? It's not like they'll live up to the originals. Even the squeals released close to the originals are rarely successful (I know this doesn't count for all squeals, but please just let me rant!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved The Year Without a Santa Claus mainly for the Heat Miser and Snow Miser songs, they were amazing. My favourite part is how it goes from  the fast paced Snow Miser song to the slower Heat Miser song. The transition is amazing. It's like, even though both songs go to the same tune you could still tell them apart by the tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this new movie ruined it. Whenever Heat Miser sings it just seems too fast. It makes it not as catchy as the first one and what's with meshing them like that? Especially if you choose that fast of a tempo. I'm a music student, can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IGhT_ylXN8s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IGhT_ylXN8s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have the scene from the Live Action Year Without a Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply: I'm in love with this clip. I've watched it countless times since I first found it. I even went online and search frantically for it on different store's sites. The only place I can get it at is the HMV in Toronto. I'll have to go after the holidays. It sucks because it's $25 there, but $5 American on the Walmart site if I order it online, but only on the American site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this is a good mesh of the two songs. I've hear a lot of people not liking this version of the song, but I love it. I love how it has the rock beat and the way the lyrics are a bit more incorporated into the actions. Also, even though Heat Misers voice is hella annoying it really helps make up for the missing contrast of the songs. Like, how I said the tempos help distinguish it, the voice did the same thing. Heat Misers voice is this harsh, raspy thing, while Snow Misers is this light, soothing kid of sound. I think the voices really match the characters themselves, well at least what each character stands for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really needed to rant. I really did. After watching the first clip posted in this entry I wanted to write a long winded comment on the video, but I didn't really want to post such a huge comment. Then I remembered that I had a blog =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really all the comments I have on this movie at the moment. I love this movie and if you haven't seen it then for shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deadlyretro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-4099897862661395577?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4099897862661395577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=4099897862661395577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/4099897862661395577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/4099897862661395577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2008/12/argh-youre-kidding-me.html' title='Argh, you&apos;re kidding me!'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-6038762007741715987</id><published>2008-12-18T20:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:36:47.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumblr Post &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I love how I wrote this post and I'm more likely to find it later on this site than on tumblr. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know when you’re tellinga story and there is one word that you want to use but just can’t think of it. It feels like you’re so close to yelling it out and yet you continue to draw a blank.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That’s how I feel right now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mind will drift and my stomach will start to hurt. I know that subconciously I was thinking of another story plot, one I thought I could pull of well. One that would make me sit squeeming in my desk at school, yerning for the bell to ring so I could run home and write it. But once I was snapped back into reality the plot was lost in my mind like with all the other unused characters and story plots. The only difference being these plots were the ones that really had no potential or at least plots that I wouldn’t be able to pull off. Some how in the shuffle of my mind pulling itself back together and focusing on its surrounds, the glorous story plot was swept to the unknown place with all the rejects, waiting to be rescued before it has lost all of its luster and becomes no better than the other plots it currently shares space with.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know that one day I shall remember this amazing plot and finally be able to put the adventures of the mysterious main character in print.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-6038762007741715987?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6038762007741715987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=6038762007741715987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/6038762007741715987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/6038762007741715987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2008/12/tumblr-post-3.html' title='Tumblr Post &lt;3'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-3671056463420169856</id><published>2008-12-05T22:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:51:20.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really a blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do post when I have nothing of real importance to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence why you read this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the 50k for NaNo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might get a free proof copy of my novel if everything works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still gonna edit it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing my desk top, it's of Tony Stark now &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, that's all I can think to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for putting up with my space-y post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*daydreamer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-3671056463420169856?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/3671056463420169856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=3671056463420169856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/3671056463420169856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/3671056463420169856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-really-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-285607905731627052</id><published>2008-11-01T01:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T01:58:39.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>day 1</title><content type='html'>As I sit here and continually hit the refresh button I can't help but wonder: will I make it to the end? Will I be able to write 50k in one month or will I be left a few thousand short come 11:59pm on November 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am of coarse talking about NaNoWriMo, which started about 2 or so hours ago and in those two hours I managed to type around 800 words, while my friends reached around 1,000 about a half hour ago. I'm hoping I will be able to catch up with them and not be the slow typer of the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't believe how many times I went back and erased a line and tried desperately to re word it and this years typing program actually tells me if my sentence is a sentences fragment or not so I'm stopping even more to fix mistakes. I no the point of NaNo is to just let everything flow, but it bugs me if the paragraph doesn't flow nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna type a few 100 more words.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all other NaNoWriMo-ers out there,&lt;br /&gt;*daydreamer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-285607905731627052?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/285607905731627052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=285607905731627052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/285607905731627052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/285607905731627052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-1.html' title='day 1'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-1546565124517833400</id><published>2008-10-25T15:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T15:28:19.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglecting Blogger</title><content type='html'>Aha, I can't believe I'm writing in this! It's been so long! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really just posting because I wanted to see if I could post from my iPod touch. Yupp, I just got an iPod touch for my birthday. I love it it's so awesome. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nano starts soon. I can't wait, I love writing stories. I'll get to write it on my new laptop once It gets delievered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I'm off. Ttyl,&lt;br /&gt;*daydreamer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-1546565124517833400?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/1546565124517833400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=1546565124517833400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/1546565124517833400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/1546565124517833400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2008/10/neglecting-blogger.html' title='Neglecting Blogger'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-6518333011911712113</id><published>2008-06-06T18:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T19:03:55.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past Week</title><content type='html'>Wow, haven't written in a while. I had a busy/frustrating week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wonderland&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun. I was gonna hang out with Megan Sarah, and a bunch of others, but ended up hanging with Chelsea, Jen, Mike and Kareem. We went on all the fast rollercoaster. It was amazing. Didn't get to go on Behemothe though, long story. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day Off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I stayed home because I was exghuasted from wonderland =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Athletic Banquet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! SO much fun; there was awards, dinner and dancing. I sat/ hung out with Sarah, Rebecca, Tara, Sara, Michelle, Josh, and Kim. We danced like fools when it came to the dancing part of the evening. It was really fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Another Day Off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I stayed home because I was exghuasted from the Athletic Banquet. It went until 11:30 and I got home close to 12. So, it was a late night, but totally worth it. I spent most of my day pulling weeds, I'm still sore from it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Where the F%#@ is my music?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah, today started of fine. It was sweltering out. There was no slushies in the cafe so I went with Jacob to 711 and skiped the first 45 minutes of guitar. I saw someone form my class there, it was pretty funny. In Careers we went to the gym and looked at the COOP posters. In Geography I organized maps. Then there was music. Before class started I found my folder on the floor infront of the sink. When we went to wonderland I left my folder in a milk crate thing and it ended up in Mr.&amp;amp;Mrs. Reese's office. I asked for it on Wednesday, but left before music, so I think Mr. Reese must have left it in the music room. For, I found all the intermediate band music put away;I foudn my Rep music in a pile near the front and my class stuff along with my book near the Bass. The only things I missing is all my notes. I think that my folder was emptied onto the floor and my notes thrown out. I'm so pissed! I spent the whole period looking for it. I even found Spencer and Myles' music. I then gave up and started playing the drums and then moved onto the bass. All the while Devon was playing my guitar. The kids in m peer tutor class are crazy, they love playing my guitar. James was waiting at the end of class cause he wanted to play mine, but I didn't let him cause I knew Stef and Sarah were waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it. At the moment I'm pissed at my Dad becuase he's being a homework Nazi. "You can't go fishing until your homework is done" or his schedule for this weekend:"Julia's gonna do a little homework, play some guitar, then MAYBE we'll go fishing." Like wth? So lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*daydreamer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-6518333011911712113?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6518333011911712113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=6518333011911712113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/6518333011911712113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/6518333011911712113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2008/06/past-week.html' title='The Past Week'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-6564839754064245330</id><published>2008-05-13T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:13:26.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a dream of mine. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay my dream was really weird last night. I'm bored and want to type it out. So I thought, why not post it here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, so my dream started off with Dr. Cox from the show Scrubs talking to his son. He was telling him a bed time story. It was very much like the season finale except it was a different story, of coarse. Plus, they were in some kind of. . . I can only describe it as some kind of huge storage compartment. Just smaller than a portable. Kinda confusing, I know, but I can't remember the name. Anyways, then my dream cut to a shot of this island thing. It was like really small and the compatrment was in the middle and then it morphed into a small school. I was walking around and was counting how many people there were. There was 75 and I went to tell my music teacher who was there as well. She said that there was only enough room for like 50 people. And that's all I can remember. It was really weird. Like all my friends were on this island and stuff. But yeah, the story Dr. Cox was telling was about being shipwrecked on the island(not sure if it was ship wrecked but who care) and I'm guessing he was one of the 25 people who had to be left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whenever I'm sleeping I always dream more than one "story". Like before that I was dreaming about my future trip to manitoulin. It was kinda weird. I was like swimming and my aunt and uncle were there and my uncle had swam far out and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's all I can remember. I wanted to type this in Careers, but we had some weird speaker people. They were talking about volunteering and I won a frisbee!! =) Peer Tutoring was pretty boring. For a second I thought Mr. Dumitru wanted me to teach another lesson. It's like hell no. I jsut had to watch them and make sure they copied down definitions. It was pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm really tired from baseball. There was only seven people at practise! And our tournament is the same day as wonderland! So, even if I make the team I doubt they'd be able to move the date. I really doubt I'd make it, but I really want to go to the athletic banquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;K, well, I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*daydreamer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-6564839754064245330?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6564839754064245330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=6564839754064245330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/6564839754064245330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/6564839754064245330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2008/05/dream-of-mine.html' title='a dream of mine. . .'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-4495078979108694269</id><published>2008-05-10T01:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T11:06:27.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of a story. . .</title><content type='html'>This is part of a story I've been attempting to write. I've been trying to plan everything out before hand but it's taking a long time. Most of my story ideas come from one passage that I randomly come up with. It's like when I write openings to speeches for school; it kinda just comes to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to put my story exert here because I'm on my Dad's computer and I jsut need to put it here. Ignore the spelling mistakes, I have no program with spell check on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jasmine sat with a blank look on her face. "Excuse me," she asked as she stared at the boy sitting across from her. He sat cross legged on top of the aged picnic table. Jasmine sat facing away from him, her legs dangaling off of the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm a. . ." The boy looked at Jasmine with his soft blue eyes. It almost looked like he was regretting his words, but he knew it was too late. What was said, was said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"No. . . I heard you, it's just. . . you're a what?! Like, you have to be kidding me!" Her last sentence was said in almost an angry tone. It was as if she had heard this time and time again and was getting sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Forget it. I'm going back inside." The boy turned himself around and jumped off of the table; his dark brown hair sifted slightly in the cool night breeze. The girl was quick to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh, come on; come back. I don't care what you are! Please don't be angry. I don't want to be a loner in this class." The boy continued to head towards the two story, old, brown building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You have [insert name of friend]," he said without looking back. Jade was unsure of his current mood. Since he was not making eye contact, she assumed that he was mad at her; she didn't like it when people were mad at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"But, I don't want to have to hang with her in class. She's gotten a little. . . weird." Jasmine was careful when choosing the word to call her previous best friend. "Please Hayden, don't be mad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The boy stopped, his hand was inches from the door handle. Jasmine had the feeling that if Hayden walked into the building mad at her then their friendship might not last as long as she thought it would. He turned and faced her. "And why woudl you think i'm mad at you?" A smirk lied clearly on his face, despite the lack of light. The only light was the beams provided by the moon, for the light's outside of the school had either been broken or burnt out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Well. . . " she stopped to think over what she'd say. "I guess you just seemed kinda angry." It was the best excuse she could think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You're so silly, so bad at reading peoples minds. Now come on, we need to get to class." He reached out and opened the door. Jasmine smiled and followed him into the school. Even though she didn't believe that he wasn't mad at her, she was glad that at least it seemed like they were on good terms again. Skipped happily to class and took her normal seat by the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instead of doing her work, she found herself staring outside-- usually look up at the moon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-4495078979108694269?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4495078979108694269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=4495078979108694269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/4495078979108694269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/4495078979108694269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2008/05/part-of-story.html' title='Part of a story. . .'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-674542228597498736</id><published>2008-05-08T20:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T20:42:48.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The past few days. . .</title><content type='html'>wow, I haven't posted in a bit. So here's what happened so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and saw Harld and Kumar Escape Guontonimo Bay. Yes, I know I spelled that wron, but I'm too lazy to correct it. It was really funny. I friggan loved it! I went with my two friends Jacob and Brandon. Lol, okay so the movie has a lot of part with naked girls. So, I'm sitting there and I'm like "wait I'm I the only girl in here?" Cause I didn't remember seeing any when I came in. I like "Wow, I hope not. It will make me seem like a lez or something" Yeah, I'm weird, I know. I always worry over stuf like that. What people think about me. About the way I act. About the way I dress. I really have to break that habbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the other day, yesterday to be exact =P, was the day Ihad to give a lesson to my peer tutor class. That morning I totally didn't go to band because I woke up ten minutes before it started and I hate shwing up late. I just feel embarassed and junk. Just keep the whole skipping band thing in mind. So I went to the GEography class and set everything up. the bell rung, I stood for Oh, Canada, the annoucements came on, the annoucements ended and I stood there. The teacher didn't show up. So Mr. Dumitru mubbled something about not wanting to waste time and so I started. I totally sucked. I friggan stumbled over my words and I even gave some people the wrong answers. Like Frigg!!  My lesson took up the whole period even though it was only suppose to be for half the period. The Teacher didn't show. My Peer Tutor Teacher was suppose to come watch me and mark me. My Peer Tutor teacher who is also my Band Conductor. At lunch when I was waiting for Intermediate band to start, she walked in so I asked her what I was gonna do for my lesson. She's all like "Oh well you didn't show for band so I assumed you were away." And the conversation progressed from there. She was really agravated. She said that she didn't like the tone of my voice and that she was stressed and she felt I was blaming her. But I told her that despite my tone I wasn't blaming her at all I just wanted to know what was going to happen. She said that either I have to teach a lesson or get Mr. Dumitru to mark my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm tired. I could go on with my story of my walk around the nieghbourhood from tonight but I won't I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;*daydreamer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-674542228597498736?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/674542228597498736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=674542228597498736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/674542228597498736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/674542228597498736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2008/05/past-few-days.html' title='The past few days. . .'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-8923719898547863674</id><published>2008-05-05T14:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:36:40.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Skipping Guitar. . .</title><content type='html'>Ah, skipping. What fun, that is if you don't get caught. But of caorse when I skip I just tell my mom that I was sick and came home. Right now I actually am feeling pretty crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty cool because during music a bunch of us girls spent our time in the auditorium. We were suppose to take these big clothing racks to the basement. And we did, but when we were done we just stayed in the aud. It was pretty fun. It was Me, Megan, Chelsea, Naomi(sp?)and Veronica. Sarah, Nicketta, Laura and Jen were there but left after we were done moving the racks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first we were all hanging in the hall way, taking rubberbands off of these little tickets. We were talking about Gossip Girl and about making one for our music class. Pretty funny stuff. Then we went back in the aud and started flicking rubberbands at each other. Then Naomi wen into the hall and the rest of us went on the stage. Naomi didn't know we were on the stage so she went back to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cool becuase at the side of the stage is this ladder attached to the wall. Veronic was the one who told us about it. So they (Megan, Veronica and Chelsea) all climbed it and were climbing this second ladder and looking into this dark hole thing. It like led into the ceiling or something. I tried climbing the ladder but kept getting freaked out. I friggan hate hieghts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they were up there fooling around and using megans phone to see into the hole. Then the fire alarm went off. but the alarm is right near the ladder leading up so we all thought it was some kind of alarm. They all climb down and we ran into the hallway. We saw our class going outside so we joined them. It was the fire alarm. Thank god =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty nice outside. Once outside I saw Stef and we started talking. There was like two other ranom people trying to join into our conversation but we kinda ignored them. Our chat was pretty funny. I comment at all the cars that were arriving during the fire alarm and I said that they probably took it as a signal. Then Stef said it was like the Bat signal. And the conversation progressed from there. We started talking about superheros and how I would be "A.D.H.D Girl" and my cape would have all these random symbols on it like a butterfly and a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we talked about what my weakness would be and who my archfoe would be. It was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OMG at lunch we--more like I-- were spazzing out. Like Nicketta was there and we were dissing her and I was being my funny self. I was doing my "smokers voice" and making Stef and Megan pee their pants. I call it the smokers voice because I sound like a 50 year old that has been smoking since they were 10. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like lost my voice after that. But it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I came home and had a shower. I think I'm gonna go watch some TV now. I had a nice shower as soon as I got in cause I was all sweaty. Ew! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;*daydreamer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-8923719898547863674?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/8923719898547863674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=8923719898547863674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/8923719898547863674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/8923719898547863674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2008/05/skipping-guitar.html' title='Skipping Guitar. . .'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-5137730973072787814</id><published>2008-05-05T11:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T11:12:18.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Careers class wasted. . . *sigh*</title><content type='html'>Yeah, Careers class. I've spent it tlaking with Rebecca and Stef. Is there really any other way to spend it? lol, I have like 11 minutes left in the period so I thought I'd write a quick entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg! I got a big screen HDtv this weekend, with a cable box and an HD dvd player. I actually dispise HD I hate the thought of having to buy all my favourite movies on another viewing system. i ema I'm already trying toget all my disney movies on DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, Nicketta was just reading over my shoulder. She was like touching my hair. Kinda creepy. Lol, jokes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's all for now. I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;*daydreamer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-5137730973072787814?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/5137730973072787814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=5137730973072787814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/5137730973072787814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/5137730973072787814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-careers-class-wasted-sigh.html' title='Another Careers class wasted. . . *sigh*'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-1348101677544389594</id><published>2008-05-02T08:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T09:05:01.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Working in class? Never!</title><content type='html'>Aha, another Careers class wasted on Blogspot. I love typing in my blog now. I don't know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today my mom has to go to the doctor's and she can't drive. I was pissed. It's friday so I have band in the morning and it takes me like almost half an hour to get to school. So I'd have to get up at like 6 a.m. and leave at like 7 just to get there on time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw that. &lt;br /&gt;I like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what did I do this morning? Slept in. I got up at 7:30 and did my usual routine. My mom was all happy and stuff and somehow I got the impression that she would be able to drive me. I was wrong. I still had to walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got ready and left at 8. So I knew I'd probably get there at like 8:30 at the latest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck was on my side today. After walking a couple blocks on Franklin Road my friend pulled up and asked if I wanted a ride. I said yes and I was at school in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was another set back. Her Dad dropped us off by the cafeteria doors. And who do I see through the window as I was walking into the cafe? My music teacher. I didn't say anything I jsut walked in, said by to my friend and then went up stairs. I was so not going to show up at band like a half an hour late. I feel so. . . embarassed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sat at my locker and I'm totally gonna get in shit later. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;'Kay, Im gonna just chill and type and talk. &lt;br /&gt;I'm out. &lt;br /&gt;*daydreamer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-1348101677544389594?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/1348101677544389594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=1348101677544389594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/1348101677544389594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/1348101677544389594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2008/05/working-in-class-never.html' title='Working in class? Never!'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-5310889877411971695</id><published>2008-05-01T17:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T17:38:12.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wow, weird</title><content type='html'>okay, Blogger is acting strange. I don't have the "change font colour" button. Andthe size of my pic is bothering me. If I make it too small then u can't read it. Just save it if you want to see the rest. Maybe if you have a bigger screen computer you can read it. My screen is a regular size so it cuts off for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mkay, that's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*daydreamer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-5310889877411971695?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/5310889877411971695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=5310889877411971695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/5310889877411971695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/5310889877411971695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2008/05/wow-weird.html' title='wow, weird'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-2480902203745206273</id><published>2008-05-01T17:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T17:36:12.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s173.photobucket.com/albums/w47/Sourgreen92/Calvin%20and%20Hobbes%20blogger/?action=view&amp;current=ch080501-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w47/Sourgreen92/Calvin%20and%20Hobbes%20blogger/ch080501-1.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I wanted to post in Careers again but. . . well I just didn't I was too busy talking with Stef and Megan. I was also messaging Dylan and Jacob. So as you can tell the period was pretty boring in all. I just kinda sat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;=O&lt;/span&gt; The Kids in the Hall are friggan touring! Like omg! I so want to see them. It's like fifty to seventy five dollars a ticket. I just gotta find someone to go with. I'd die if i couldn't go. I have a playlist with some of their sketches, I'll add it to the end of the post. . . or right here: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . okay since this is being gay you'll just have to follow a link. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=942932CA16BE9D47"&gt;Kids in the Hall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tada!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they're all realy funny. I love kids in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I can't remember what I wanted to write about on here. On my way to careers today I had a list, I guess you could say, of things I wanted to write about-- but it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was actually a pretty boring day. I almost fell alseep in guitar. I had a baseball practise at lunch today. It was fun. I hit the ball on my first try and it was my first time ever going up to bat. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt; Then in music I was following Chelsea as she tried to help Nicketta with her love life. It was pretty funny. Peer tutoring was boring aswell. I just sat there and doodling in my notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So noting else new to report. . . if there is I honestly cannot remember it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;*daydreamer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-2480902203745206273?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/2480902203745206273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=2480902203745206273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/2480902203745206273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/2480902203745206273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-day.html' title='Another day. . .'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w47/Sourgreen92/Calvin%20and%20Hobbes%20blogger/th_ch080501-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-1521386237816547787</id><published>2008-04-30T09:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:51:35.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Career's class</title><content type='html'>Yeah, careers! What fun! Right now I'm sitting with my buddies Stef and Rebecca =) We're in careers class just fooling around. I'm so bored! I have nothing to do at the moment. I should be working on some stupid careers assignment but why bother? So I can get three stars on it? yeah, my teacher marks in stars. Creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm so bored right now! Hmm, what can I talk. . . write about? Nothing really happened yesterday. I booked my date for my lesson-- next wednesday. So I have one week to prepair. Oy, I so don't want to have to teach a lesson. I'm going to screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I think I'm just gonna chat with people and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*daydreamer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-1521386237816547787?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/1521386237816547787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=1521386237816547787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/1521386237816547787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/1521386237816547787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2008/04/careers-class.html' title='Career&apos;s class'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-2266245975690645904</id><published>2008-04-24T18:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:33:10.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laser Tag&amp;&amp;Today</title><content type='html'>OMG! I totally forgot about Laser Tag. So, I went like a couple nights ago with Jacob and Brandon. It was pretty fun. My mom picked them all up then we went to the bus stop near the lazer tag place. We waited for Brandon's friend and then Jacob's Dad showed up. We only ended up playing one game. There was like only the five of us so it was pretty fun. I was hit a lot of times but I came in second place. Weird I know, I thought I'd come in last. It was fun. We went to Wendy's after and got frosties. Then we went to Jacob's work, then we went to The Barn(I think that was the place) and then we waited for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Today in careers there was some army dude there talking to us. It was kinda boring but at least we didn't work. Man, I could never be in the army. You need to be able to do like 9 push ups and run 2.4km in under 14 minutes. It's like holy shit man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In guitar class I was sitting and just keeping to myself as usual. Then I heard all the boys in the corner telling everyone to shh. I look over and they are looking out the window at these five guys who were around this white car. Two guys were searching the trunk, two guys were talking and one guy was getting into the back seat. It was really weird all the doors were open and stuff. The guys in my class kept saying that it was an under cover cop. Then, one of the two guys talking got into the car and the remaining three went onto the side walk. A few minutes later when I looked back they were all gone. Pretty creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna go rent either Nightmare on Elm street or Friday the 13th. Bye now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-2266245975690645904?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/2266245975690645904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=2266245975690645904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/2266245975690645904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/2266245975690645904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2008/04/laser-tag.html' title='Laser Tag&amp;&amp;Today'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-514286805501712484</id><published>2008-04-23T19:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T19:57:02.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today in Careers class. . .</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm so bored. Guess I'll write a blog =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay careers class was the best today. Me, Rebecca and Stef just fooled around like usual, but today we decided to look up the origin of Freddy and Jason. From those horror flicks, ya no? So anyways, that was just really intertaining and time conuming. We just did that for the whole period. We also talked about Sweeny Todd and I demonstrated my weird knowledge of a psycho killers mind. Yeah, I know weird thing. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went out for softball today. Twas' fun! Me and Sarah walked down there and were partners for when we had to like toss the ball back and forth and such. I totally suck. Like I can throw pretty good; catching is good, could be improved; running is a whole nother thing. Me running is just wrong. Like I run out of breath so fast and yeah. I suck at running. End of story =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, I'd like to go to the next practise but I have band at the same time and I can't miss that cause I'm getting a credit for it. Oh, well. I hope I can stay on the team, I really want to be able to go to the athletic bankquet. If something happens with softball maybe I'll go out for Track and Field. Like shot put or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-514286805501712484?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/514286805501712484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=514286805501712484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/514286805501712484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/514286805501712484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-in-careers-class.html' title='Today in Careers class. . .'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-7708356434760211023</id><published>2008-04-19T15:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T16:06:08.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Park</title><content type='html'>Ah, the park. A place to go and let your imagination go wild as you climb on clumps of metal and plastic. I never thought I would see so much drama at a place that is always seem to be a safe place for little ones to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today my mom had the bright idea of taking my brother to the park and teach him to ride without training wheels. Now my brother is like nine and still doesn't know how to ride a bike without training wheels. That's because both me and my brother are scaredy cats and I mean when you're young the thought of falling onto pavement seems pretty scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tagged along on this outing. My cousin came along as well; she's a year younger and a lot tougher than my brother. She brought her bike as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once at the park I headed for the swings– which turned out to be a perfect spot for the upcoming show. I sat alone in the area and stared off into the distance. I saw a group of about six kids– five boys and one girl. Then closer to me was a lady with a little boy. The little boy had a big wheel type bike and was just circle the "monkey bar" part of the park. You know, the part where the slide and such is. There’s a paved path that goes all the way around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group of kids all had bikes as well. They started riding around as well and soon started talking to the kids. There was one kid in a white helmet, he was the leader. The first words out of his mouth to the little kid, Tanner, were "Wanna race?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this kid had to be eleven; later on me and my mom were trying to guess their ages. And Tanner looked to be about three or four. So, they raced and Tanner lost repeatedly. Tanner was obviously frustrated that he was losing, but I mean when you’re racing a little kid you let him win, but the kid was acting cocky about it and so were his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the afternoon went on this continued. They would challenge him to race or they would go on the slide part of the park and ride there bikes on it and tell him to go backwards down the ramp. They were just acting like complete dicks. I just wanted to go over and yell at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the little kids started talking to my cousin who started to ride around with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Hey aren’t you Nick’s sister?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Yeah."&lt;/span&gt; (my cousin speaking, i wanted to use pink but there is none)My cousin then continued riding around, the group of boys were stopped.&lt;br /&gt;Once she was gone the one boy said, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"That’s Nick’s sister, you know the orange car. Yeah, nick; we hate Nick.&lt;/span&gt;" I’m like wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older ones continued to torment Tanner. Then another lady came and she had what looked like a twin boy and girl. The little kids tried to play on the jungle gym(aha forgot that it was called that =P) but the older kids blocked the slide. The mother soon yelled at them and got into a war of the words with them. She kept yelling random comments at them and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after that we left. That all took place in an hour and a half. Like, I never thought the park could be so damn dramatic. I was like "&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I so have to write about this in my blog!&lt;/span&gt;" Lol. But why do kids have to be such assholes? And the mouths they had, the leader kid swore every other word! It's like Dude your in, what, grade two? Come on, go clean your mouth out with soap., you little dick It was like wow. I was so mad, I was waiting for them to say something to John, just so I could go and knock his lights out. Well, that’s it. Thought I’d share my store of bullying with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-7708356434760211023?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7708356434760211023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=7708356434760211023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/7708356434760211023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/7708356434760211023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2008/04/park.html' title='The Park'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-3367016968577762402</id><published>2008-04-03T18:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T18:31:35.373-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deadlyretro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JuliaDream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>___</title><content type='html'>Why is the title blank?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is  reflection of my mind at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write a story, but I haven't a clue what to write. I'm working on a story about a band and yeah. I love to write but I never come up with a plot, I just go with whatever is on my mind-- and I'm afraid that might be my one fatal flaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love writing; it's something to do and it's fun. To write is to create an adventure that the author would love to experience. The wonderful thing about writing is how you get to create everything yourself; create people, places and things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd write more but at the moment I find I'm having a hard time. . . wording my thoughts. See, right there. I have to stop and think about how I would end that sentence. My mind is going to mush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-3367016968577762402?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/3367016968577762402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=3367016968577762402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/3367016968577762402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/3367016968577762402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='___'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-6369367516084851383</id><published>2008-03-31T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T20:04:31.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lol heres a quiz thing i did it's pretty weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mct421.deviantart.com/art/Question-Meme-Generator-69266481"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://mct421.deviantart.com/art/Question-Meme-Generator-69266481&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Can Megan be bad influence?&lt;br /&gt;Very, Very bad *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. What would Abir not be caught dead in?&lt;br /&gt;A pink frilly dress xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. What is Nicketta's favorite TV show or movie?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Idk, I think she likes One Tree Hill and. . . America's Next Top Model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4. What is Abir's favorite TV show or movie?&lt;br /&gt;BLEACH!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5. What would you do if you hadn't met Sarah?&lt;br /&gt;Kill myself *cuts wrist* if i hadn't met Sarah i would be a totally different person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6. If Tamara were to be mistaken for a celebrity, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, idk, she already is a celebrity (H)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7. If Megan and Nicketta teamed up, what would they most likely accomplish?&lt;br /&gt;A report on Princess Diana? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8. Have you dreamt of Chelsea before?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Its a old habit of mine xD What kind of question is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;9. If Sarah and Chelsea teamed up, what would they most likely accomplish?&lt;br /&gt;World Domination Mwuahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;10. What is or would be a good nickname for Megan?&lt;br /&gt;FLounder aha Kilcoo!! MOOGIE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-6369367516084851383?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6369367516084851383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=6369367516084851383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/6369367516084851383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/6369367516084851383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2008/03/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-2397056555610637210</id><published>2008-03-29T13:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T13:41:53.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*</title><content type='html'>Ah, I love how no one reads this; I feel as if i could write anything I want, but if I were to do that then someone I know would most likely read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to write in my blog. My life is pretty boring. I spend most of my time at home on the computer and anything that happens during the day that I could write in here I don't really want to. I mean it would just be me writing gossip and what's the point of me even writing this blog if no one will read it. I guess if I were to advertise it more then I could get people to read, but they would be total strangers and what's the point then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just kinda rambling now, I'm only typing my post because I'm incredibly bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm pretty much done. I think I'm gonna watch some tv or maybe read my new book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*JuliaDream*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-2397056555610637210?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/2397056555610637210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=2397056555610637210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/2397056555610637210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/2397056555610637210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='*'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-6734312993276025393</id><published>2008-01-30T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T17:43:31.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams Finally Done!! Thank God!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So my exams are finally done!! yeah!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I had to do them on Monday and Tuesday because i was sick the week i was suppose to do them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So just when i get better i end up getting sick again. On Monday night my stomach was just turning so i couldn't study for math and history becuase i could barely move. The next day i was hoping my mom would feel my pain and let me stay home but nooooo, she made me go do my exams so i had to do everything from memory. So if i fail math i totally know why, lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want to learn how to draw, idk i would just love to be able to draw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So friday is the first day of second semester. I'm so excited!! I  can't wait for music!! i love music, i get to hang with Megan and Sarah! And i have Guitar with SJ. I'm kinda worried about Auto, i'll probably end up being the only girl. The only reason i took it because it was either gym, auto or Food and Nutrietion. Then theres Careerswith tons of cool ppl lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well im gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ttyl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-6734312993276025393?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/6734312993276025393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=6734312993276025393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/6734312993276025393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/6734312993276025393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2008/01/exams-finally-done-thank-god.html' title='Exams Finally Done!! Thank God!!'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-2863718916475190783</id><published>2008-01-04T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T14:50:48.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Pissed Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so i was on messenger and my friend starts tellin me that our teachered called his house and asked him how his essay was going and stuff like that. Now she's suppose to be in california so i found so stupid that she would call from there to here just to ask about an essay. So i go upstairs and tell my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well than the phone rings and it's her. She talks to my mom for a good half hour or more. Then my mom tells me that i'm failing english and the teacher says that if i show up and do all the work i might be able to pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So now my moms giving me huge lectures telling me to do my work and re-read Lord of the Flies and saying that she'd kill me if i failed. Like WTH? did she have to call? Now my mom told her that my Love Essay is wonderful, so now i have to re do it and make it spectacular. Also on Monday i have to go at Lunch and re-do my Lord of the Flies test/Essay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My God i hate English so much. I can't wait until next semester. All i have is Civics, Auto, Music and Guitar, such a damn easy semester &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So instead of resting and readng my death note books (which i am getting this weekend ad i almost had a heartattack because i forgot to get my mom to give memy money...but i found it on the table &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;) i have to now right a wonderful essay and study for a test. yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well im gonna go and do stuff other than study. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ttyl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Julia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-2863718916475190783?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/2863718916475190783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=2863718916475190783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/2863718916475190783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/2863718916475190783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-pissed-off.html' title='So Pissed Off'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-7372708205448890411</id><published>2007-12-31T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T22:50:12.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know it's kinda cliche but i made a list of things to accomplish in 2008. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm gonna try my best to try to do these goals and hopefully be able to cross things off my list, maybe even be able to add stuff as i go along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Here's my list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~Write another Novel&lt;br /&gt;~Edit my NaNoWriMo Novel&lt;br /&gt;~Be able to play Guitar Hero on Expert&lt;br /&gt;~Learn how to speak Latin&lt;br /&gt;~Write some songs on the guitar&lt;br /&gt;~Learn the Saxophone solo on "Money"&lt;br /&gt;~Join at least one Sports Team at school&lt;br /&gt;~Learn to draw&lt;br /&gt;~Win NaNoWriMo 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now to some these may seem like petty things but to me these are life changing things, but not in a serious way. These are things that will help me be more like the person i would like to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-7372708205448890411?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7372708205448890411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=7372708205448890411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/7372708205448890411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/7372708205448890411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Years Resolution'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-4103867941161525623</id><published>2007-12-31T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T15:25:21.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yeah a new year will be upon us at midnight. A new year fulled with new possibilities, i should try to make a list of things to do. That could be fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So right now im jus hanging with my aunt, uncle, dad, and his girlfriend. Were playing Guitar Hero and such. I love Guitar hero!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So yeah ive been reading the Death Note manga series. It is so good!! I'm on volume seven so far and i'm hooked!! lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So i have no complaints, i'm trying to start the new year on a positive note. So that's all for now, i'll ttyl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Julia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-4103867941161525623?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4103867941161525623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=4103867941161525623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/4103867941161525623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/4103867941161525623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-years-eve.html' title='New Years Eve'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-4823559301639212813</id><published>2007-12-13T18:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T19:04:55.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lol random title for  a random kind of day, but every day is random for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I really have to study for my physics test, man i hate physics. I'm so just taking chemstry next year. I love Chemistry, my favourite thing is balancing equations &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;lol while everyone else like hates it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I reallly want to write another story! I think im gonna start one over christmas break. I'm trying to write out my story line and everything before hand, rather than just write what randomy comes to my head. That's how i usually write, i've done that since i was little and had to write stories for school. I would write my story and fill in the "beginning, middle and End" chart when i was done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The story im working on now takes place in future. In my story there is very little technology, i think the point im trying to get across with that i that everyone thinks that in the future were going to have really advanced technology. But maybe we won't, maybe somethings going to happen and alot of our technology will just get sweeped off the face of the earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well that's just what i think. Well i'm going to go watch Scrubs, byye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Julia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-4823559301639212813?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4823559301639212813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=4823559301639212813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/4823559301639212813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/4823559301639212813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2007/12/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-1906772625967621324</id><published>2007-12-01T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T00:32:59.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>47,667</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The number that shall haunt me for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Nanowrimo ended about half an hour ago and i did not win. I thought i would for sure but i didn't I feel like a month's worth of work just went down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed though if i didn't have such a fucking hard semester than i would have passed this thing with flying colours. but i had to have stupid ass English, Math and Science all in the same semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now since i had such a stress filled month i have now delevloped speech problems, like studdering and losing my train of thought and my typing is just going to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all of this i'm going to end my novel it will be less than 50k but oh well it will be damn close to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm gonna try to finish my story and yell at my computer some more ttyl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lurrv&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-1906772625967621324?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/1906772625967621324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=1906772625967621324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/1906772625967621324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/1906772625967621324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2007/12/47667.html' title='47,667'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-8996238656018935931</id><published>2007-11-18T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T16:27:19.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;omg it's been a couple days since i last posted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well there's nothing new really to report&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i finished my english essay yeah &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt; finally got that off my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i have no big tests or reports for the week so far so iget the time to write my novel and read some of my book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well i'm gonna go play guitar hero with my bro and write some more of my story hoping to get to at least 27K proably not gonna happen so chow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lurrv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Julia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-8996238656018935931?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/8996238656018935931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=8996238656018935931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/8996238656018935931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/8996238656018935931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-1429517182750597465</id><published>2007-11-13T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:54:04.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>time to vent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ahh good old faithful blog! The blog is for the person too afraid to confront the actually shit disturbers in real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I say hello to you who is reading this which is most likely no one, who really wants to listen to a 15 year old girl whine about her problems. Nobody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well anyway on with the show, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am never listen to in english with our lord of the flies groups i feel like i'm always being ignored. I say an idea  and people keep talking. Then 5 minutes later some will suggest the same thing as i did when i was ignored, it's so frustrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well in my group no one really listens to anyone it's mostly Zach being neutral, not really caring, Khanh being a shit disturber &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt; lol Michelle saying random ideas and talking about that one TV show Flight 29 or something. Then there Nicketta complaining about the group and fighting with Khanh. It just gives me a head ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So on a lighter note i broke my writers block &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt; in my story i totally run myself into a ditch, i made my main character become preppy and had no idea where to go with it. So i used my brain power and saved her from a life of make up, spending an hour in the morning styling her hair and her life being controlled by Britt&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Tiff. Now my main character is a Skater &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well that's it, i finished my math summary and it sucks, and i'm talking to abir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm going now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ttyl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lurrv &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Julia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-1429517182750597465?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/1429517182750597465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=1429517182750597465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/1429517182750597465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/1429517182750597465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-to-vent.html' title='time to vent'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-560692041979935945</id><published>2007-11-12T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T20:14:51.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ha ha ha ha ha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i gots the giggles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Abir was telling me some of her story and a character is based after me cause she like recreates our lunch room discussions lol i sound like such a bitch! i'm just laughing my ass off right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;idk why i did this post i'm just bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;omg!! i beat Medium on Guitar HEro 3 score one for Julia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;kk i gotts too go now!! project runway canadas gonna be on and i gotta write some of my story before then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;byye &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lurrv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Julia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-560692041979935945?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/560692041979935945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=560692041979935945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/560692041979935945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/560692041979935945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2007/11/ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.html' title='ha ha ha ha ha'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-4835633132214086777</id><published>2007-11-08T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T20:05:51.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>work load...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;man school is totally a drag! i have like so many different things going on and im like not in the mood to do any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got stupid math summary for next week andidk what to put in it, i have a english esay do thursday thank god and random science work oh and history trading cards fo next thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man im gonna have to do some much homework at my dads house this weekend i just wanted to hang around writing my story, playing my new guitar hero and go ghost hunting with my aunt and uncle yeah that's right ghost hunting &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!! i got GUITAR HERO III!!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(H)&lt;/span&gt; i'm so friggin happy man!! i cost me all my birthday money because i had to buy a playstation 2 annnnnnnnnnd i dont have a friggin memory card!!! like the people at the story didnt eve mention it... pricks... maybe it was because i payed 10 dollars in quaters idk =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah better go and do homework and write my story im so far behind man!! i didnt write at all yesterday i have like friggin writer block o well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttyl&lt;br /&gt;lurrrv&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-4835633132214086777?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/4835633132214086777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=4835633132214086777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/4835633132214086777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/4835633132214086777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2007/11/work-load.html' title='work load...'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-1635858130222828619</id><published>2007-11-05T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T16:46:36.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredumness!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah i'm allowed to make up words jeezz!! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So i'm so bored now, i have to write an essay for english and it's due tomorrow. I just need a few points then do my opening and closing paragraph then i'm done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I so want to write some more of my story, i just love the story line so far this is gonna turn out so awesome!! So far it's 14 pages and 8,327 words and that's just in 4 days. Omg next week is "the week of depresion" because usually by the second week everyone has established there main characters and have an idea where their story is headin, so they dont no what to write aout next. i dont think i will get all depressed, i'm having too much fun =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well i better get started &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ill ttyl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lurrv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Julia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-1635858130222828619?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/1635858130222828619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=1635858130222828619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/1635858130222828619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/1635858130222828619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2007/11/boredumness.html' title='Boredumness!!'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-1146663932266392816</id><published>2007-11-04T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T17:15:21.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today's my Birthday yeeee!! im finally 15!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I got tons of cool stuff man i got tons of money, a blanket and birthday beanie baby(&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;thnx Stef&lt;/span&gt;), an adorable eeyore mugg(&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Thnnnx Kim!&lt;/span&gt;), some money and some chocolate(&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Thnnnnx Megan and Sarah&lt;/span&gt;), then i got a Queen Dvd and Cd from my dad, a new bed, a book of all of Lewis Carroll's work and a driving boolet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I juat want to say thnnx to everyone who said Happy Birthday to me, thnx ppl i really appreciate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So i'm just gonna go write some more for NaNoWriMo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Man i feel sick from all the pop and chips xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well TTYL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lurrv &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Julia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-1146663932266392816?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/1146663932266392816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=1146663932266392816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/1146663932266392816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/1146663932266392816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2007/11/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl!!'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-7348082089487309071</id><published>2007-11-02T19:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T19:47:19.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I Love National Novel Writing Month! It's so much fun, i love to write but this is awesome motivation. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;OMG!! tomorros my bday party, gonna be a blast man. I love it get to hangwith my friends eat pizza, what could be better??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah my REAL Birthday is Sunday, November 4th's a good day(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well im bored im just talking with this kool person and gonna type up some of my story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's really cool when things in ur life can be merged into ur story like fights, romance, and even a suspicious looking package u find on ur front porch afterschool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ttyl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lurrv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Julia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-7348082089487309071?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/7348082089487309071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=7348082089487309071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/7348082089487309071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/7348082089487309071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2007/11/nanowrimo.html' title='NaNoWriMo'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9094202008410090061.post-1070267529633112390</id><published>2007-10-24T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T20:37:29.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;OMG!!! im entering this writing contest it starts November 1st and you have until the 3oth to write a 50,000 word story. It doesnt have to have a plot line or anything you just have to write. There is no big prize or anything its just somethign fun to do lol.&lt;br /&gt;some of my friends are doing it and i thought i would join in&lt;br /&gt;heres the site: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;http://www.nanowrimo.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really have an idea yet for my story i think im jus gonna be writing about my life&lt;br /&gt;its interesting...right....right?? XD jks jks :P im bored i havent written in this for a long time becuase the internet is evil like i mean anybody can access ur info....thats just creepy its all like how facebook is stalker central because people can see everythign you do- all the groups you join, ur friends, who and what you say to people its like omg... creepy :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9094202008410090061-1070267529633112390?l=daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/feeds/1070267529633112390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9094202008410090061&amp;postID=1070267529633112390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/1070267529633112390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9094202008410090061/posts/default/1070267529633112390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daydreamingwithdeadlyretro.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-is-cool.html' title='Life is cool'/><author><name>Retro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10966054331254726548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEfXNhnEwG8/SXkmn8awtFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK-y-DSdExU/S220/OMG+SO+RETRO.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
