<?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-6113271</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:43:06.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zany Bloggings Of Me</title><subtitle type='html'>None of this is real... or is it?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108905186913951805</id><published>2004-07-05T14:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T14:26:15.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: Summertime In The Void/I Mother Earth&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; I got a LiveJournal!!! Yayfuckinghoo for me! All future posts will be &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/~lostinduality"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108905186913951805?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108905186913951805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108905186913951805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108905186913951805' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108905186874059443</id><published>2004-07-05T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T14:24:28.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: Summertime In The Void/I Mother Earth&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; I got a LiveJournal!!! Yayfuckinghoo for me! All future posts will be &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HERE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108905186874059443?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108905186874059443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108905186874059443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108905186874059443' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108813277350240602</id><published>2004-06-24T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T23:06:13.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: sweet, sweet silence&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Yesterday: Was hilarious! Nicole came to visit us. I stole a yearbook. Me and Sara kissed Justin. We finished the Capule thingy and put in in Sara's backpack and buried it next to the creek (and Travis' shoes! haha). Haha, I found out that I'm incapable of diggin a hole, so Nick dug the whole thing. Then we did our little ceremony gay thing. Then we played witht the bird. Haha... good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: THE GRAD DANCE WAS AWESOME! Jamie drove us there and we got our piccs taken and stuff. Then got some yearbook signings. Then ate (Yummy food!). The dumbfucks took our table so I had to sit between Devon and Sara. Then we danced to like every song. It was hilarious. I slowdanced with Justin. (haha) And they played YMCA!!! Yarr... Good Times. We had like the full dancefloor... and a Conga Line! Then Jamie's party. It was good at the beginning but kinda went downhill from there. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108813277350240602?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108813277350240602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108813277350240602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108813277350240602' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108786428496963151</id><published>2004-06-21T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T20:31:24.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: Accidents/Alexisonfire&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Thursday: I'm not really sure.. I don't remember actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: There were only 3 other people in my class besides me: Travis, Chris and Rodney. I had to watch them play basketball all day. Then the grad ceremony was awesome. I got my hair done. I had to walk in with Armand. He ran up the aisle and forgot to bow. I had to sit between Travis and Leanna. Travis wouldn't shut up and kept talking about his 'special movies', popcorn, how lazy of a bastard Jesus is, and his TV. Then he had a fight with Sabrina's 4 year old cousin. Haha, it was hilarious. Then, I went back to my dad's house for the party. At this party was : Me, Katrina, my Dad, Dean, Glenn, Ginny, Steph, Kevin, my Nonna, my Nonno, and my aunt. It only lasted until like 12, though. I got $320. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Woke up around 9, then went to breakfast at Denny's with my mom, Nonna, Katrina, and my aunt. Then went to a few random garage sales. Then, came back to my dad's house. Then, at about 1pm I went to a tattoo convention at the Holiday Inn in Toronto (downtown) with my dad. It was awesome. This chick got her back pierced 10 times. There were about 20 people watching and wincing everytime the needle would go throught and she's just casually talking and laughing. It was cool. This one guy had his ear stretched so huge that I could fit my fist through it, and the skin outside it was like tearing. My dad almost got a panther on the inside of his arm, but then decided not to. :( We got back around 7. Then, we got Katrina and brought her to my dad's house, but her antisocialness made her decide not t come to Ginny's baseball team's barbecue, so she stayed home. Me and my dad went to the barbecue, and I hung out with Steph and Kevin upstairs. I played floor hockey with ministicks with Kevin for like and hour. My jeans are so ripped and my legs are so skinned and scratched. So are my arms. Crazy, rowdy kids... Then, Ginny, Steph, and Kevin came back to my dad's house and we ate and watched TV. Spent most of the night (and a bit of the earlymorning) drawing random things. I'll scan them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Woke up around 2. Went to Wendy's. Slept some more. Went to dinner at my Nonna's house. Slept some more. Went home. Slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today!: Begged for hours t not have to go to school. She still made me go. Found out that Sara is moving! :'(  Started on the 'Whiskey Capsule'. Started on my going away gift for Sara. So far I got 2 computer keys off the one in the class. I took the S and the *. Then, I took the ESC, HOME, END, and HELP. Ha.. good times. Travis got me and Sara to kiss in front of him ("im not a lesbian!" haha, Sara). Then, we played Strip Poker behind the Port-A-Pak with Sara, Mel, Nick, and Justin. Ha, Nick showed us his boobs. It was funny. Then, Sara was supposed to come to the mall with me, cause I ripped the hell out of my jeans playing hockey and I desperately needed new ones. And.. well... here I am, jeanless and bored. Bye. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108786428496963151?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108786428496963151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108786428496963151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108786428496963151' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108723857896747830</id><published>2004-06-14T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T14:42:58.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: nothing&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Oye... I'm sooo sick. Last night my dad's friends came over and got drunk. It was hilarious. I got home around 11pm. I spent most of the night curled in a fetal position praying for death. My stomach killed sooooooo bad. I ended up being awake until about 5am. School was pretty ok today. We did Hyperstudio and watched the Italy vs. Denmark game in the library. It was cool. Anyhoo.. I'm gonna go sleep now. Bye.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108723857896747830?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108723857896747830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108723857896747830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108723857896747830' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108715289504002018</id><published>2004-06-13T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T14:54:55.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; http://www2.memlane.com/jmilner/stairwaybackwards.htm  Go to it. Freakiest. Site. Ever. The Beatles one scared the crap out of me. Haha.. the Pink Floyd one is funny, though... so is the Queen one. The Britney Spears one.. I knew it! Well.. bye. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108715289504002018?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108715289504002018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108715289504002018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108715289504002018' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108715275803774533</id><published>2004-06-13T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T14:52:38.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: Franco Un-American/ nofx&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Aren't I bored? Not really.. I'm in a weird mood today. Hmm.. Well, my dads friends are all here and watching the soccer game. They're drunk and funny. Yesterday we went garage-sale hunting. We got a brand new scanner anf kit for 20$, Black lights, an astrology encyclopedia, a swivle chair, and The Cure cassette. Good old cassettes.. Then, we went to Wendy's and came back home. Then, went to Long And McQuade, and Earthworks (the only Wiccan store in Brampton) and looked for a replacement bulb for my 12gauge barbell. They said that since it was such an awkward size, that I should move it up to 10g. So, I'm taking their advice. I painted some crap, then chilled with K-Trizzle. I painted her on my arm and it won't come off. Then, I came to my dads house and slept here. My mom has officially lost her mind. Oye.. Yarr.. grad on Friday. This year sucked. It went by fast, thank god. Well.. bye. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108715275803774533?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108715275803774533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108715275803774533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108715275803774533' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108657303406396668</id><published>2004-06-06T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T19:58:09.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; LAYER ONE&lt;br /&gt;Last thing eaten: Cotton Candy&lt;br /&gt;Last thing drank: Coke&lt;br /&gt;Last words spoken: Shut the fuck up!&lt;br /&gt;Last show watched: That 70's Show&lt;br /&gt;Last song listened to: 'To All of You' by CKY&lt;br /&gt;Last time yelled at: 5 minutes ago by my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Last alcoholic beverage ingested: Mike's Hard Lemonade on Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;Last website gone to: My own..&lt;br /&gt;Last concert gone to: Linkin Park in January (im pathetic)&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call: My dad i think...&lt;br /&gt;Last outfit worn: Black Sabbath shirt and Jeans&lt;br /&gt;Last time wanting to die: Tuesday or last week.&lt;br /&gt;Last movie watched: IDR Video Album&lt;br /&gt;Last book read: Firestarter by Stephen King&lt;br /&gt;Last CD spun: Coral Fang by the Distillers&lt;br /&gt;Last time laughed so hard you cried:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TWO&lt;br /&gt;First Pet: My gay little fish&lt;br /&gt;First Word: Mommy i think..&lt;br /&gt;First Piercing: my ears (first hole) when i was 4&lt;br /&gt;First Tattoo: None yet..&lt;br /&gt;First Concert? Ivanna Santilli&lt;br /&gt;First time out of the country? Going to Platsburg when I was little&lt;br /&gt;First idol? Britney Spears... *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;First boyfriend/girlfriend? When I was in Grade one... Brent.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;First enemy? Inder&lt;br /&gt;First self-owned website? The Slayer's Stake Buffy Fan Site&lt;br /&gt;First computer? This one.. A Dell Dimension V350&lt;br /&gt;First time using drugs? Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;First time getting drunk: just kinda buzzed&lt;br /&gt;First owned album? I think that it was the Spice Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever- &lt;br /&gt;Smoked: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Gotten drunk: Just slightly buzzed&lt;br /&gt;Gotten high: Not yet..&lt;br /&gt;Held a gun: Yupp&lt;br /&gt;Been in a Ferrarri: I wish&lt;br /&gt;Killed an animal: Hell no!&lt;br /&gt;Killed a person: If only...&lt;br /&gt;Had sex: I still wear my chastity belt&lt;br /&gt;Cussed someone out: Many times&lt;br /&gt;Been in a band: Sorta&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to die: Many, many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR&lt;br /&gt;Favourite-&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream flavour: Neapolitan&lt;br /&gt;Comic Book character: SPIDERMAN!&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Topping: Pepperoni &lt;br /&gt;Brand of clothing: anything that I like...&lt;br /&gt;Clothing store: Value Village, my sister's closet, West 49, Speaking of That, and much more..&lt;br /&gt;Holiday: Christmas and HAlloween&lt;br /&gt;TV show: Viva La Bam&lt;br /&gt;Sport: Hockey&lt;br /&gt;Sports Team: Toronto Maple Leafs&lt;br /&gt;Band: CKY&lt;br /&gt;Day of the week: Friday and Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Song: Too many to name&lt;br /&gt;Person: Uhh.. please dont make me choose =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE&lt;br /&gt;Okay or O'tay: Okay&lt;br /&gt;WalMart or K-Mart: WalMart all the way!&lt;br /&gt;Jim Carrey or Mariah Carrey: Jim Carrey.. but i despise them both&lt;br /&gt;Sprite or 7-Up:Sprite&lt;br /&gt;X-Men or Power Rangers: X-Men&lt;br /&gt;Pizza or Squid: Pizza&lt;br /&gt;Love or War: Love&lt;br /&gt;Pen or Pencil: Pen&lt;br /&gt;Shaken or Stirred: Shaken&lt;br /&gt;Comb or Brush: Brush&lt;br /&gt;Ribbit or Croak: Ribbit&lt;br /&gt;On or Off: On&lt;br /&gt;Wild or Mild: Wild &lt;br /&gt;Earth or Sky: Sky&lt;br /&gt;Iced or Hot: Iced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX&lt;br /&gt;Do you-&lt;br /&gt;Like toast: Not really&lt;br /&gt;Still carve pumpkins: Yupp =)&lt;br /&gt;Like Kool-Aid: Yupyup&lt;br /&gt;Know your parents' birthdays/ages: Ya&lt;br /&gt;Like onions: Hellno!&lt;br /&gt;Know your biological parents: no.. if only I did, though.. *tear*&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy 'chick flicks': I wish them all a horrible, horrible death&lt;br /&gt;Know that if you talk into a vent, someone in a nearby room will hear you? Does it now... *hmmm*&lt;br /&gt;Eat crayons: Nope, Play-Doh is my game&lt;br /&gt;Shave your legs: Ya&lt;br /&gt;Like to fish: NO!&lt;br /&gt;Own a pet: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. weird quizzes are the best. Today was hilarious. Uncontrollable laughing in church= good times. Ya.. bye. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108657303406396668?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108657303406396668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108657303406396668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108657303406396668' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108640381261502137</id><published>2004-06-04T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T22:50:12.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: The Immigrant Song/Led Zeppelin &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Ok, heres EVERYTHING that happened at camp. This could tale a while...&lt;br /&gt;Ok, we got there and set up and went on this 2 hour UPHILL hike to see the whole 250 ACRES! It was so hillarious, I almost roled down a hill. I sat on a slug and it got smooshed all over my ass. Haha.. Sara brought Forever. It was funny. We did a pyramid in our tent and then we fell. Sara brought her cell phone and we called Tom and Ryan. For dinner I ate 4 hotdogs, and a HUGE bowl of chili. It was yummy. Around dinnertime, me and Jamie went to fill up our bucket and we laughed too hard and dropped it and we got all wet. Then we all fell and rolled around. Then we went to the 'ghetto basketball net' and did our guy gangsta dance. We ran around and acted like idiots. An awesome example of a random outburst of hyperness. We then played Capture the Flag against the guys but no one won cause they blew the horn. We were about to throw Jamie on the roof where the flag was when the game ended. :(  We all ran through the woods. Haha... good times. After we collected wood and ate, we chilled with Justin. He played Mr. D's guitar. I played Smoke Over Water cause I rock. Then we went outside and roasted marshmallows. Me, Melissa and Nick went on the Night Hike at about 11pm. Mr. D got us lost and we ended up climbing a 90 degree hill and had to crawl under a few fallen logs. It was hell. My legs STILL hurt! When we got back, some chicks were screaming casue tehy saw a skunk near their tent. Oye, kids. The teachers searched our tent for food so we had to shamefully bring our huge bag of candy down to the main lodge. We played Twister but we didn't have the mat so we played it with our clothes we were wearing. We were wearing shower caps, too! The teachers came in to search our tent while we were wearing them and they thought that we were high. It was embarassing. We did the Ropes course the next day and I jumped off everything. Steve fell and it was funny. Then we did Shelter Building and Jamie got soaked. Then we went to do Orienteering and Justin and Steve took a piss in front of us. Haha.. it was funny. We snuck over to the guys' side with Andrea M. and chilled in their tent which smelled like ass, feet, and Lysol. The mass on trust was funny. They kept referencing Carrie and Stephen King. Then we played the Animal Survival Game. It was AWESOME! I was a Female Weasel. There were no male ones so I had to remain a virgin for the rest of my Weasel life. Me and Mel were being chased by Yinka the Wolf through the driest part of the woods and we got all cut up. Especially me cause she kept snapping the tree branches on me! Then Amanda D. fell on this pointy log and got the wind knocked out of her. Every single grade 8 was there blowing their whistles and yelling to get the teachers to come. It took 20 minutes for Mr. Martins to come. Then we came back and played Capture The Flag again. I was in jail most of the time. The we got a Jailbreak and we ran all the way across the field So fast! It was awesome. We pissed in the woods a bunch of times. It was hilarious. Then Jamie, Sara, Steph and Erica toilet-papered the Principal's tent. They couldn't come back and get me. :'(  When they came back, we chilled with Justin, Scott and Joel and polayed some more guitar. Then chilled some more. I ate a lot. We came back to the main fire and Mr. Martins dedicated a Nirvana song to me, haha.. Then, we went back to the tent after much deliberation. Oh ya, and we played the 'Do Him' game. Jamie made out with a pen. Haha. Then we woke up the next day and packed up. Me , Jamie, and Sara were the only ones to piss in the woods, have candy in our tent, go to the guys site, and to go in the forest so far. We rock. We slept on the bus and we listened and shared stories about weird things that happened. ANd that's the end of everything that I remember. now, here's some random quoteness. &lt;br /&gt;-"Dude, Is it battery powered?"&lt;br /&gt; "No, its GAS" ~haha..&lt;br /&gt;-"What’s in your sweater nothing sir my boobs they just got bigger" ~Jamie&lt;br /&gt;-"Oh hell there is so many colours nothing will show" ~ from the thing&lt;br /&gt;-"Me and Mars went to fell up are bucket with bucket" ~Jamie's mistake&lt;br /&gt;-"Petition to kick Jamie out of the tent.... Sara?!" ~haha... you had to be there.&lt;br /&gt;-"Question: Does Sara like Joel?&lt;br /&gt;  Answer: He's funny to look at. Negative." ~good times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going camping again tomorrow. Bye. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108640381261502137?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108640381261502137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108640381261502137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108640381261502137' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108613504568860063</id><published>2004-06-01T20:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T20:10:45.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: One/Metallica &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Camping Tomorrow!!! Yahoo!!!!!! We went shopping for food yesterday and it was 106.87$! Jamie's mom yelled at us. I got scared. Haha.. good times. Well, I'd like to fill you in but i'm lazy and my wrists hurt. Bye. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108613504568860063?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108613504568860063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108613504568860063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108613504568860063' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108613504537347441</id><published>2004-06-01T20:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T20:10:45.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: One/Metallica &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Camping Tomorrow!!! Yahoo!!!!!! We went shopping for food yesterday and it was 106.87$! Jamie's mom yelled at us. I got scared. Haha.. good times. Well, I'd like to fill you in but i'm lazy and my wrists hurt. Bye. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108613504537347441?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108613504537347441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108613504537347441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108613504537347441' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108613504438540998</id><published>2004-06-01T20:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T20:10:44.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: One/Metallica &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Camping Tomorrow!!! Yahoo!!!!!! We went shopping for food yesterday and it was 106.87$! Jamie's mom yelled at us. I got scared. Haha.. good times. Well, I'd like to fill you in but i'm lazy and my wrists hurt. Bye. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108613504438540998?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108613504438540998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108613504438540998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108613504438540998' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108584847509246761</id><published>2004-05-29T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T12:34:35.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: Ride With Me/Steppenwolf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Dude! Par-tay was awesome! There was all the black lights and the crazy red pattern-y thingy moving on the walls and foosball and 'chill'. Stayed until like 12:15am. I even kinda danced a little! *gasp* haha.. Sara got 'virgin action'. Tee hee.. I laugh at her! Mwa haha! Sorry about that.. I'm hyper. The walk at like 10:30 was the best! We played the 'Penis Game'! Ha, we see who can yell penis the loudest in the middle of the street(sounds gay but it was hilarious). Jamie won. These people came out of their house and yelled at us.. so when they went back inside we yelled louder. Haha.. good times. Anyhoo.. I'll finish blogging later. I gotta go check out my street-sale. Byebyes.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108584847509246761?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108584847509246761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108584847509246761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108584847509246761' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108571272440078034</id><published>2004-05-27T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T22:52:04.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: Somebody Told Me/The Killers &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Why am I listening to this song? I'm not sure myself.. It's so.. gino beat.. Meh. Anyhoo..tonight I went to see Mean Girls again. It was just sooo hialrious! Tomorrow night I'm going to Jessica's Part-ay! Yayhoo! I'm gonna party like its 1999! Well, I'm bored and for some reason sleepy.. so, I think that I'll finish the last 3 things on my list off annoying things.&lt;br /&gt;1. Yoyos. Enough said. I've accidentaly hit myself in the eye with them too many times. Nothing I'm proud of by the way.&lt;br /&gt;2. When people try to make words sound 'cool' (Ex: coolness) Why? It's a pathetic attempt.. end it all... please, for your own sake! &lt;br /&gt;3. When people try to use black people acting white to achieve their goal of a 'funny' movie. Like that new movie White Girls. If that was called 'Black Chicks' or something it would be considered racist and there would be a fucking media outburst! The whole racism thing is overplayed. For another annoying racism thing, see number 3 from Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it, folks! And goodday to you. Ha, I'm so fucking funny. *insert sarcasm* ....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108571272440078034?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108571272440078034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108571272440078034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108571272440078034' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108568842631519371</id><published>2004-05-27T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T16:07:06.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: To All Of You/CKY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Damnit, I'm getting depressed again. And this song isn't helping much, either. I need a new Playlist. This one has: To All Of You/CKY, Something In The Way/Nirvana, Man Who Sold the World/Nirvana, Fade To Black/Metallica, and a few other ones. Great, I'm wallowing.. again. I've really gotta shut up now. Today was... okay. It started off bad, got good, then got bad again 1/2 an hour ago. We got to put up our hot army tent. Damn, its hot in it. We're too prepared for this.. Yarr.. Yesterday night I was SO overloaded with homework that I just had a mental breakdown and watched Prom NIght for the second time this week. Why does that movie always make me happy? Weird, I guess.. Anyhoo.. I gotta go call Sara and see if we're going to the mall tonight. Oh, ya! one.. two.. onnnnee.. twwwoo... ONE!... TWO! ONNEE!!!!... TWWWOOO!!!!! haha.. good times, and by the way, I think that my mom is losing it. Oh, how shes losing it... I'm so very, very pissed right now. I could really go for slitting someones throat right now.. or a homicidal spree. I think that I'll just go watch Friday the 13th.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108568842631519371?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108568842631519371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108568842631519371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108568842631519371' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108553257731217838</id><published>2004-05-25T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T20:49:37.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np:  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; 1. Copy and paste this: [font color=yourusername][b]yourusername[/b][/font] into your journal.&lt;br /&gt;2. Replace [] with &lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=m_a_r_z_z_y&gt;&lt;b&gt;m_a_r_z_z_y&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I'm dark red   :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... I'm so lame. Anyhoo.. nothing happened today. I fell asleep in history.. again. Damnit.. I really gotta regulate my sleep schedule. Since I've got nothing to say, and you've got nothing to say, and NOTHING ever happens.. I say goodday to you. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108553257731217838?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108553257731217838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108553257731217838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108553257731217838' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108533542830088571</id><published>2004-05-23T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T14:03:48.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np:  Hash Pipe/Weezer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; I'm bored and waiting for 3pm when my dad's gonna come to pick me up and Katrina might get her eyebrow pierced. Now, to show you just how bored I am, here's a list of the top 25 thingd that I hate.&lt;br /&gt;1. My computer. FUCK YOU! It's the slowest thing EVER! It took me 2 minutes just to open this page to update! Oh, how I want to throw you out a window.&lt;br /&gt;2. When people add ME on MSN then ask me who I am! Why the hell would you add me if you don't know who I am?!&lt;br /&gt;3. People that play the race card. It's not the colour of your skin, its YOU&lt;br /&gt;4. Everyone's sudden and fake patriotism in the wake of 9/11. You're not even American!! &lt;br /&gt;5. People who censor themselves and won't even say 'hell' every once in a while. It's not gonna kill you, but holding it all in and one day exploding in a murderous rage WILL&lt;br /&gt;6. People who try to censor me. What the fuck is this gonna solve? Am I beating the shit out of someone? NO, I'm expressing my fucking view, dumbfuck.&lt;br /&gt;7. Afro's. Whose hair needs to be that big. Really, now.&lt;br /&gt;8. Nu-metal bands that think theyre so different from the pack... But with their piercings, tattoos, dreads, and generic music theyre anything but different.&lt;br /&gt;9. Mainstream bands who fuck with the good name of punk.&lt;br /&gt;10. Movie makers that fool the public into thinking that movies like Lord Of The Rings are actually meaningful and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;11. Parents that beat their defenseless kids in an effort to achieve powertrip gratification.&lt;br /&gt;12. People who beat old people. I hope you fucking die.&lt;br /&gt;13. People who hurt little animals. I'd like to skin you alive.&lt;br /&gt;14. When people ask me if I've "heard the good news about Jesus". No, because I've been locked in a room with no doors or windows and not interacted with anyone for my whole life. Oh, wait. That's what the Bible teaches, isn't it? Look it up.&lt;br /&gt;15. Popups. No one looks at them, no one cares.&lt;br /&gt;16. Viruses. What's the point. Really?&lt;br /&gt;17. Old perverted men who honk at us.&lt;br /&gt;18. EMO. Stop whinig, bitches.&lt;br /&gt;19. The fact that I live all the way across town from everyone. How am I expected to do ANYTHING this summer? &lt;br /&gt;20. Rich fucks who don't stop complaining. &lt;br /&gt;21. My anti-social, obssessive, OCD antics. Fucking give me some drugs. Damned chemical imbalance in my brain...&lt;br /&gt;22.People. Everyone. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to finish the last 3. Meh. I gotta go get ready. Bye.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108533542830088571?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108533542830088571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108533542830088571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108533542830088571' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108526970675416792</id><published>2004-05-22T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T13:10:39.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: Magic Carpet Ride/Steppenwolf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; I'm pissed. I'm not exactly sure why, but I feel like stabbing someone.. Prom Night-style. I watched Prom Night last night. But I fell asleep halfway through it. In 20 minutes The Omen is on. Thunderstorm outside, perfect for the movie. :D  The request for my bellybutton piercing was denied.. with much yelling. My mom FINALLY gave into me getting my fourth hole (lobe) pireced though. Oye, she's REALLY against them. KAtrina's getting her eyebrow pierced tomorrow. Lucky biatch. Well, actually not so lucky because my mom is gonna hate her. I saw the FUNNIEST video EVER today. If you want to see it, ask me. Anyhoo, gotta go. Bye.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108526970675416792?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108526970675416792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108526970675416792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108526970675416792' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108501403280903965</id><published>2004-05-19T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T20:47:12.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: Combat Baby/Metric &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Today the funniest thing happened. Funniest. Thing. Ever. Here it is, but if you have ADD or something, you might want to skip it. &lt;br /&gt;Suszko: Why aren't you doing your work?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm done everything and I don't have a pencil for my language arts. &lt;br /&gt;S: Why did you come to class unprepared?&lt;br /&gt;M: I didn't, someone stole my pencil.&lt;br /&gt;S: You should have more than one. Go borrow one from someone else.&lt;br /&gt;M: No one else has one. &lt;br /&gt;S: Why ios your mother sending you to school unprepared?&lt;br /&gt;M: It's not her job to send me to school with things, It's mine. I'm not two, I can handle my own responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;S: Go to the principal's office for coming unprepeared.&lt;br /&gt;M: No, I have a pen, I'm prepared. I HAD a pencil. &lt;br /&gt;S: But you don't anymore.&lt;br /&gt;M: You have one. Give me yours.&lt;br /&gt;S: No, This is the only one I have.&lt;br /&gt;M: Why aren't you prepared?&lt;br /&gt;S: Go call your mother and tell her that you're unprepare and not doing any work.&lt;br /&gt;M: I'm DONE everything else, and I can do this at home. &lt;br /&gt;S: Go right now!&lt;br /&gt;M: No, she won't care. As long as I'm getting good grades she doesn't care, and I am so there's no need to call her. &lt;br /&gt;S: She'll care.&lt;br /&gt;M: She won't! Why the hell would she?&lt;br /&gt;S: Go! I'm going to watch you call ehr and I want to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;M: No. I'm not going to waste her time that she's getting paid to work during. NOT wasting her tiume listenign to her daughter's crappy problems.&lt;br /&gt;S: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;M: Dumbfuck senile old bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahaha!!! It waS probably funnier if you were there. The new Blink 182 video is funny. I heart Tom. Haha... Anyhoo I laughed so hard today that I cried. It was soooo funny! "It's possible." Haha, vannilla pudding+red pots=good times. Anyhoo, bye.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108501403280903965?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108501403280903965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108501403280903965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108501403280903965' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108492944695816304</id><published>2004-05-18T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T21:17:26.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: Follow The Waves/ Auf De Maur &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Hiyas! Sorry for the lack of updating but I have some serious motivation issues and a little ADD (haha). Ok, whats happened since I last updated.. Uh, we went to the movies on Friday with Ryan. Aww Jamie's going out with Ryan. *pinches Jamie's cheek* Yarr.. Mean Girls was a funny movie. The best part: "Do not have sex standing up. Do not have sex in the missionary position. You will get chlamydia. You WILL get chlamydia and you will die. Here, take some rubbers." Haha.. good times. Holy Crap! I can hear my neighbours yelling through the paper-thin walls! Ha, today I was pissing off the locals by blasting The Distillers. It was fun. I heart my little shitty-acoustic cove-y thingy. I saw the video of that American that got be-headed. Holy shit, it was pretty fucking gross! Today sucked. The grad 7's went to Quebec and of COURSE my main teacher has to go with them, so we have Suszko the fucktard for the rest of the week. grr... today he came up to me THREE TIMES and just said my name and walked away! I think that he's retarded. And deaf. And really, really old. Oh ya! My grandma's surgery went really well. She's all stoned now. Haha. Well, I'm off to watch Pulse on the Scream channel. They have the best movies on there. This one is about home appliances that go crazy and kell people. This channel is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Last week it played the original Dracula from 1931, Invaders From Mars from 1953, The Hunchback of Notre Dame from 1923, and the BEST MOVIE EVER Black Christmas. Anyhoo.. byebyes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108492944695816304?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108492944695816304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108492944695816304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108492944695816304' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108441368341407770</id><published>2004-05-12T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T22:01:48.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; Np: People talking &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt;Hey, everyone. Well, not much has been happening lately. Today sucked pretty bad. It was boring to the power of two. And it was soooo hot! I actually got sunburned! Maybe this summer I'll actually get a tan! If that's even possible... Yesterday we went to the most hillbilly-ish place EVER- Jake's Boathouse. We all wore our grad ddresses and we got stared at a LOT. It was hialriously fun. Anyhoo... I'm going home now(I'm at my dad's) Soo.. Byebyes! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108441368341407770?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108441368341407770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108441368341407770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108441368341407770' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108396637050617309</id><published>2004-05-07T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T17:50:38.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; Np: Adam's Song/Blink 182 &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt;Hey hey! I'm so boooored! I was away everyday this week except today 'cause my mom made me go. It was fun. Fun as a monkey's ass! Which ironically sounds fun! I mean... *shifty eyes* Anyhoo, My eyes are all infected and gross and red. It looks like I'm really high. All the teachers were looking at me suspisiously. I'm dying to get another piercing. Grrr.... Anyways.. I gotta go have some food. byes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108396637050617309?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108396637050617309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108396637050617309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108396637050617309' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108354318483364422</id><published>2004-05-02T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T17:44:19.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: The Sound Of My Own Eye Blinking&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="10"&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt;Even thought the date on this blog is wrong.... this is actually May 4th! :D &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;FIRST JOB: Ya... right, me get a job...&lt;br /&gt;FIRST SCREEN NAME: Uhh.. I think it was like "Angelic Chica" or some shit like that..&lt;br /&gt;FIRST SELF-PURCHASED ALBUM: "Spice" by Spice Girls&lt;br /&gt;FIRST FUNERAL: I try to avoid them at all cost.&lt;br /&gt;FIRST PIERCING/TATTOO: Uh.. I think I first got my lobes done when I was 6.. then again 3 times. They kept closing over!&lt;br /&gt;FIRST CREDIT CARD: I don't have one.. &lt;br /&gt;FIRST TRUE LOVE: No one.. &lt;br /&gt;FIRST ENEMY: Uhh.. I'm not sure. I've had plenty..&lt;br /&gt;FIRST BIG TRIP: Platsburg (NY), I do believe.&lt;br /&gt;FIRST CONCERT: I think it was Ivanna Santilli when I was 9&lt;br /&gt;FIRST MUSICIAN YOU REMEMBER HEARING IN YOUR HOUSE: Metallica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST BIG CAR RIDE: Quebec last summer&lt;br /&gt;LAST LIBRARY BOOK: Some crappy book.. I had library credit or something like that last year...&lt;br /&gt;LAST MOVIE SEEN: Taking Lives.. I don't get out much. Haha... I'm pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;LAST BEVERAGE DRANK: Peach Cocktail.&lt;br /&gt;LAST FOOD CONSUMED: A croissant this morning for breakfast. (I'm sick.. when I'm sick I don't eat)&lt;br /&gt;LAST PHONE CALL: Lauryn&lt;br /&gt;LAST CD PLAYED: "Infiltrate. Destroy. Rebuild" by CKY&lt;br /&gt;LAST ANNOYANCE: My computer&lt;br /&gt;LAST SODA DRANK: Grape Crush yesterday&lt;br /&gt;LAST ICE CREAM EATEN: Neapolitan&lt;br /&gt;LAST TIME SCOLDED: Mom.. she's yelling at me right now... Oye..&lt;br /&gt;LAST SHIRT WORN: Metal Radio&lt;br /&gt;LAST WEBPAGE VISITED: John C's LiveJournal...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108354318483364422?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108354318483364422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108354318483364422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108354318483364422' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108338032531362106</id><published>2004-04-30T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T23:08:11.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question:&lt;br /&gt; deron, ive got a pretty unusual name, so i always ask my parents what the hell possessed them to choose it. so i was wondering, your name is pretty unusual to, so were your parents influenced into choosing that name, like were they into a singer or actor or something, or was it just a random name they both liked? &lt;br /&gt;asked by feebs on Friday, September 12, 2003  &lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;i was named after a baseball player, deron johnson. ironic isnt it, since i hate sports.there is also a football player, deron cherry, which probably also had something to do with it. the name was fine until my brother came along and they named him aaron...thats when i asked them "what were you thinking"&lt;br /&gt;answered by deron on Friday, September 12 , 2003 5:54 AM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok.. I'll stop posting now. I'm trying to avoid sleep, though. And this was just too funny to post. Well, actually only the last 2 lines that are funny. Yarr.. I love Deron. Anyhoo... I'm going to sleep now. I'd sleep right here but my basement is dirty and creepy.. and I might be eaten alive by some sort of mould that only dwells within my freaky little basement. Aww crap, adreanaline is in the beginning stages of takin over. I better go to bed. Byebyes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108338032531362106?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108338032531362106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108338032531362106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108338032531362106' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108338001597380199</id><published>2004-04-30T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T22:59:08.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: That damned ringing in my ears &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Money in pocket/wallet&lt;br /&gt;$269.12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money getting tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll update you on that tomorrow, brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money in the mail&lt;br /&gt;at least 50$ from relatives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total by end of the week&lt;br /&gt;at least 300$... in Yen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Then I'll be getting more money for my birthday (my family and people are giving me that instead of gift certificates.. yay).. Thank God for birthdays.. otherwise I'd be broke as the Sugar Jones album I threw out my window last year.. Damn, I wish I'd filmed that. Anyhoo... I'm soooo sleepy. I'm going to sleep no. My ears are ringing louder than when I got back from Linkin Park. Now THAT'S sad. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108338001597380199?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108338001597380199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108338001597380199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108338001597380199' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108337953069208419</id><published>2004-04-30T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T22:49:49.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Be prepared fror some seriously random posting coming up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do list:&lt;br /&gt;Find a job&lt;br /&gt;Stretch right lobe piercing to 12 gauge&lt;br /&gt;Stretch left lobe to 10 gauge&lt;br /&gt;Re-vamp The Zany Zone's old dumbass layout&lt;br /&gt;Find a new domain for The Zany Zone&lt;br /&gt;Stop slacking off..&lt;br /&gt;MORE PIERCINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff I need to buy:&lt;br /&gt;CKY Trilogy&lt;br /&gt;CKY Volume 1 &amp; 2&lt;br /&gt;10 gauge jewellry&lt;br /&gt;some new studs&lt;br /&gt;New DVD's&lt;br /&gt;A new zipper-up Hoodie (my old west49 one is getting pretty old and ratty.. and hole-y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff to do tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;Get DVD's for party (including Black Christmas, and House Of 1000 Corpses)&lt;br /&gt;Get chairs for basement&lt;br /&gt;Go to mall with Jamie and Sara to get my birthday presents&lt;br /&gt;Buy ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Drink tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... STRESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108337953069208419?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108337953069208419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108337953069208419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108337953069208419' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108336540038094178</id><published>2004-04-30T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T18:54:19.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: Serve The Servants/Nirvana &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; The retreat was today. It was... fun... but not YAY fun, it was more questionably fun. I'm sleeeeeeeeeepy! I woke up at 6am to get to school at 7am to catch the bus. I listened to my headphones so loud that I'm remotely deaf right now and I'm hearing a loud ringing sound. Everybody thatbwas sitting within a row of me could hear every word that was in thew music. It was cool. Oh ya, and I've finally gauged my left lobe to 12 gauge! Yay to me! Yarr... I don't really know what to say so I'll just leave you with some random quotes from today...&lt;br /&gt;"Marisa, he's down! Now's your chance!' ~Jamie&lt;br /&gt;"She's got afro-mad!" ~Amanda&lt;br /&gt;"For every answer write 'Jesus'!"~Me&lt;br /&gt;*does Pink Panther 'dance'* ~Sara and Me&lt;br /&gt;"Who's Nirvana" (they pronounced it Nir-vein-uh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108336540038094178?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108336540038094178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108336540038094178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108336540038094178' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108317123989686502</id><published>2004-04-28T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T12:58:57.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: The Man Who Sold The World/Nirvana &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt;  Awww, this song is so sad! :'(  Anyhoo, I'm havin' the 'thing' on Saturday! Yay-fucking-hoo! Buy me things... expensive things! Remember: CKY merch is always good!! Well, not much has been happening lately. Yesterday me, Melissa, Jamie and Sara were supposed to go swimming but we read the wrong schedule so we hung out in a Cracktown Alleyway until Sara's dad came to pick us up. We were driving home with some 70's music up full blast and her dad swirving across the road (purposely) and then Sara puked out the door. It was hialrious and gross at the same time. Yarr... then we went home and took pics with her webcam. Anyhoo.. Gotta to go. Byebyes! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108317123989686502?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108317123989686502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108317123989686502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108317123989686502' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108285964072514645</id><published>2004-04-24T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T00:05:38.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy B-day CIG!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108285964072514645?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108285964072514645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108285964072514645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108285964072514645' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108277594590077862</id><published>2004-04-23T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T23:10:34.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: Shippensburg/CKY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; I'm just a little obsseessed with this song... I've had it on loop for over 2 hours. Today was SUCH and awesome day! Well, it started out bad, but around 3 it got good. We were outside 'cause last recess was postponed or something because of some crappy Arts In The School program which sucked some ass.  Anyways, we were outside and we found a shopping cart. So, Justin and Scott went down the hill (together!) in it and fell out. It was hilarious. Then Nick went. He jumped out, haha. Then Justin and Scott went again but this time they flew like 15 feet away and... well, wackyness ensued. Then Me, Sara, Ssepideh and Jamie went down standing on the sides because nobody would go in it with me. We fell. It was fun. We were gonna push Justin down the huge hill in Jefferson park, but we couldn't find him after school, so we ditched the idea and went looking for it on our own. We couldn't find it so me and Jamie just started walking home. Jayson must've walked it home or something 'cause we found it on North Park and Jayfield. Justin jumps into the cart, and Andrea M. pushed him all the way home. ME and Jamie watched that from the other side of the street. Then, they ditched the cart in the little place behind Jamie's house so me and Jamie went ot get it at like 4:30. It was right in the middle of where all the cars are parked and right in front of the stores. I went over and sat in it while Jamie pushed me around for a while. We ditched it after 5 minutes 'cause too many people could see us. We started walking away when the cartbacked up into a car and made the alarm go off. We grabbed the cart and ran fast. Haha, Jmaie knows why im laughing so hard right now... even though you can't see me... anyways... Good Times... I just got back from Walmart. I got a cactus! I was trying to take it out of it's little pot to put it into a bigger one and it pricked me and its little thorn thing went into my hand and then i pushed it all the way in and I can't get it out. Ouchness. Yesterday, I bought 4 pins. I'm a fucking idiot, I swear! I went into T-Shirt Palace and there were 3 CKY pins. I wanted the noose one, but the guy mumbled the price so I didn't really care. But let's just say it turned out to be as much as the poster.... grrr, bitches! GRRR!!! Anyways... I gotta go eat chips and challenge my mom and her friends to Scrabble. Damn straight I kick ass! Mwa haha... Byebyes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108277594590077862?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108277594590077862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108277594590077862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108277594590077862' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108266651568341203</id><published>2004-04-22T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T16:46:39.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt; Np: The Kids Aren't Alright/The Offspring &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Wow, my first day back since Thursday. I missed so much! We got our grad composates today. They picked the first pic of everyone, which sucked sooooo bad. I look like im drunk! Ha, Sara's hair is poofy. It was funny. I drooled over an certain picture.. haha, Sara gets it. Yay! I get to skip Pathfinders tonight so I can go to the mall with Sara. Wow, everything that happened today involves Sara. How odd. Damned sister got a job! She gets $300 a week, but she has to work 8-4. Sucker wastes her summer... Well, the guestbook at my site is getting REALLY full (SARA!!!) Ha. So much happened today, but I can't remember anything. Oh ya, EWWWW!!! (Melissa, Sara, and Jamie know why... haha, 20) *shudder* that so gross, and wrong at the same time. I've been taking naps in the afternoon too much. It's really fucking up my sleeping schedule. Grrrr....  I just finished watching Van Wilder. That movie is so hilarious! Ewww 'dog pastrys' *shudder* Well, I'll be on my way now... byebyes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108266651568341203?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108266651568341203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108266651568341203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108266651568341203' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108259316121709449</id><published>2004-04-21T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T20:23:39.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt; Np: That 70s Show &lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt;  Oi, I'm so bored! I've lowered myself to looking at peoples' profiles. Yarr... I'm gonna go finish watching my precious That 70's Show. But, of course, I won't leave you without random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;- The Italian job sucked.&lt;br /&gt;- I've watched Chopped &amp; Sliced so many times that I've memorized every word of it.&lt;br /&gt;- "With a stick and a rock!"&lt;br /&gt;- Cha-Ching! $$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108259316121709449?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108259316121709449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108259316121709449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108259316121709449' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108258392697163475</id><published>2004-04-21T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T17:49:33.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Np: Shippensburg/CKY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Well, I've been home sick for the past 3 days... I've got an evil, evil cold. I haven't left my house since Sunday, and all I've done since then is watch crappy movies and sleep. Oh, and I gave into my temptation and read all of the fifth Harry Potter book (*shudder*) in the past 6 days. Damn, I read slow... anyhoo, I gotta go eat my yummy dinner of tacos and coke.. Bye byes! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108258392697163475?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108258392697163475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108258392697163475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108258392697163475' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108231571628049233</id><published>2004-04-18T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T15:20:04.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: nothing &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; &lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Hey... I made a 'transfer site' from Geoshitties to another server. It's pretty crappy, but meh. Go &lt;a href="http://www.thezanyzone.friendpages.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to get there. I'm so bored... I'm watching Better Luck Tomorrow, its's such an awesome movie! Anyhoo... I gotta go, byebyes!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108231571628049233?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108231571628049233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108231571628049233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108231571628049233' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108231539386883250</id><published>2004-04-18T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T15:13:56.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="300" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#paranoid"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Very High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#schizoid"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Very High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#schizotypal"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Very High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#antisocial"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#borderline"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#histrionic"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#narcissistic"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#avoidant"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#dependent"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#obsessive"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Personality Disorder Test - Take It!&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108231539386883250?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108231539386883250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108231539386883250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108231539386883250' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108161783297828065</id><published>2004-04-10T13:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T13:31:16.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: nothing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Ok, I'm bored and have nothing to say so I'm going to use this blog to sort out just how I think Kurt Cobain died. First off, He could have killed himself. It's pretty unlikely, though. I don't think he would do that to Frances. He had taken DOUBLE the lethal dose of heroin, even though it takes up to 2 minutes to kick in, and he had a pretty damn high tolerancy with it, it still would have killed him, or at &lt;em&gt;least&lt;/em&gt; made him pass out. But, as you're probably thinking, he probably just shot up on the heroin and shot himself right away. That couldn't have happened, though. The heroin was neatly put away, which would have taken at least one minute considering he was most likely nervous and shaky. Also, there were NO fingerprints on the gun, or shells! How can you load a gun without leaving ANY FINGERPRINTS?! So, in my mind, suicide is out of the question. He must have been killed. Most people think that Courtney killed him. I don't think that she directly shot him or anything, but she sure as hell had something to do with it! I mean, come on! Even her own father thinks that she did! El Duce (a punk singer from an underground group) claimed that Courtney asked him to kill Kurt for money, but he wouldn't do it. In the documentary 'Kurt &amp; Courtney',  they inteview El Duce, and 3 days later, he 'falls' in front of a train. I think Courtney did that, too. Then, there's the question of his best friend. Maybe Courtney was having an affair with him and paid him to kill him. Or maybe it was the male nanny, who was one of the last people to see him alive.  Sure, she could have hired a hitman, but that could be too risky. BUT, maybe he knew someone was coming to kill him, so he locked himself in the room no one really knew about, brought a shotgun for protection, a can of rootbeer incase he got thirsty, and some heroin for something to do. Maybe someone was hiding in there with him? His friend maybe? He shot him up with double the lethal dose, then shot him after he passed out. Or maybe he was alone and someone came in while he was shooting up, and shot him, then finished by making it look like a suicide. The policxe work on the case sucked by the way. They figured 'Oh, ok. Another rock star that commits suicide, who the fuck cares?' Yarr.. Now I just confused myself even more... Well, I gotta go! Byebyes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108161783297828065?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108161783297828065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108161783297828065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108161783297828065' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108138323040132569</id><published>2004-04-07T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T20:17:37.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; Np: &lt;strong&gt;Sex and Cigarettes/ Burning Sienna&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Hey! Lots of things have happened sincve the last time I blogged, but I can't really think of anything. I had WAY too much spare time yesterday, so I made up a new page on my site called &lt;a href="http://geocities.com/the_zany_zone/thecast.html"&gt;"The Cast'&lt;/a&gt;. EVERYONE who has EVER been mentioned in my blog has a profile. Haha... I have no life. The anniversary of Kurt Cobain's death was on Monday. In honour of him, I spent all of geography looking through the special edition of Spin magazine with Emma. Yarr... the timeline of what would have happened if he didn't die. The last one: '2004- Courtney Love goes completely insane. The world is at peace.' Haha, I love it. Well, I'm gonna go. I gotta go help Katrina with her Cult Of Bam project. Speaking of Bam, I downloaded the CKY's- but just until I can buy the movies. And I'm gonna buy Haggard, too. Anyhoo,bye. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108138323040132569?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108138323040132569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108138323040132569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108138323040132569' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108078696815486441</id><published>2004-03-31T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T21:39:45.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Np: Sigillum Diaboli/ HIM &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; I just fell down the friggin stairs onto my basement's CONCRETE floor, and my elbow hurts SO bad!!! Grrrr... It's pretty swollen, too. I've got a HUGE welt on my wrist and my ankle is swollen. Haha, I'm such a klutz (as much as I hate that word... my mind is blank for synonym). Wow, I love HIM. They kick SO much ass! Well, I'm sick AGAIN!!!! I think my immune system is SERIOUSLY fucked up. I spent most of my day napping and watching the IDR DVD. I'm bored and nearly out of things to say, so I'll just quote. "Before I could officially announce that I was drunk, I find out that Susan, like, her whole body is double jointed. That's probably the most random footage of me that you'll ever see of me. I can't explain just what the hell that was." ~ Bam. Haha, if you saw the movie you'd get it. Speaking of that, I'm saving up 40$ for the 4 CKY DVDs. I'm so broke... if anyone would want to donate some money to me.... Yarr, it was worth a try. Oh ya! Alexi is going in for her surgery tomorrow, so good luck! And by the way- I'm SO screwed with the whole 'chip issue' at school.... I'm so busted. Shit. I hope I dont get caught... Anyways, I'm done with writing I'm gonna go ice my elbow, wrist, and ankle. Bye. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108078696815486441?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108078696815486441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108078696815486441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108078696815486441' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108069552917141225</id><published>2004-03-30T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T20:29:30.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt;I love random freaky quizzes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 'Last' Quiz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last good cry: can't remember&lt;br /&gt;last library book checked out: 'In The Forests Of The Night' by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes&lt;br /&gt;last movie seen: CKY: Chopped &amp; Sliced &lt;br /&gt;last book read: Shoulder The Sky (awesome)&lt;br /&gt;last cuss word uttered: shit&lt;br /&gt;last beverage drank: coke (what else?) &lt;br /&gt;last food consumed: banana &lt;br /&gt;last crush: gee, i wonder.. *ponders*&lt;br /&gt;last phone call: my dad &lt;br /&gt;last TV show watched: CSI: Miami  &lt;br /&gt;last time showered: im about to take one in 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;last shoes worn: my shitty Sketchers &lt;br /&gt;last cd played: AFI- Sing The Sorrow &lt;br /&gt;last clothing item bought: my 'Born To Lose' shirt &lt;br /&gt;last thing downloaded: 'Miss Take' by the Horrorpops&lt;br /&gt;last annoyance: ginas liking my mesh top &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;last disappointment: see above&lt;br /&gt;last soda drank: coke of course&lt;br /&gt;last thing written: art assignment&lt;br /&gt;last key used: 'Backspace'&lt;br /&gt;last word spoken: 'Bye'&lt;br /&gt;last sleep: last night&lt;br /&gt;last weird encounter: singing the 'dog' song after school really loudly&lt;br /&gt;last ice cream eaten: vanilla with lots of chocolate syrup 10 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;last time wanting to die: Friday&lt;br /&gt;last time in love: uhh.. i dont know... &lt;br /&gt;last time hugged: when my mom left &lt;br /&gt;last time scolded: today when i didnt clean my room well enough &lt;br /&gt;last chair sat in: my computer chair&lt;br /&gt;last lipstick used: dont wear lipstick...gloss maybe &lt;br /&gt;last shirt worn: My Emily shirt with my black mesh top underneath &lt;br /&gt;last time dancing: today after school... &lt;br /&gt;last poster looked at: Katrina's  Kurt Cobain poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Weird Music-Genre Organised Quiz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PUNK] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about that time you broke that law!  friday &lt;br /&gt;What or who pisses you off? everyone &lt;br /&gt;Would you rather date a sissy or a homebody? homebody &lt;br /&gt;Drugs or breaking stuff? a little of both, lol&lt;br /&gt;The Clash or The Ramones? The Ramones &lt;br /&gt;What do you think about Anarchy? the sex pistols? jks &lt;br /&gt;Tell me about the last prank you played! wow, i cant remember.. i better go but some whipped cream on Katrina's hand while she sleeps!&lt;br /&gt;Do you do things that are "bad for your body"? lots &lt;br /&gt;How many times have/were you kicked out of a place?! more than 5 &lt;br /&gt;Are you in trouble all the time? sometimes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GOTH] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to die? sometimes &lt;br /&gt;What do you think about graveyards? fun&lt;br /&gt;Do you write poetry often? sadly... yes &lt;br /&gt;How much black clothing do you own? 90% of my wardrobe. &lt;br /&gt;What type of makeup do you wear? black eyeliner &lt;br /&gt;What do you think about pain? sometimes okay &lt;br /&gt;Masochism or sadism? not by choice &lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about the rest of the world? i dont play well with others &lt;br /&gt;Do you cry often? nope&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about vampires? i wish i was a vampire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[METAL] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How messy are you in general? incredibly&lt;br /&gt;Do you bang your head on things repeatedly? hahaa all the time, but i prefer hitting myself &lt;br /&gt;When did you start drinking alcohol? way back &lt;br /&gt;Do you go to concerts often? nope, im too cheap.. and lame... &lt;br /&gt;What bands rock your pants off? everything rocks my pants off! hell, right now im not even wearing pants!  &lt;br /&gt;What do you think about violence? what i'd like to do to simple plan and good charlotte &lt;br /&gt;Who or what makes you homicidal? too many to list &lt;br /&gt;Worship Satan or practice black magic? yes, actually i do. &lt;br /&gt;How wild are you in general? depends where i am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GRUNGE] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing any clean clothes right now? haha not really &lt;br /&gt;How often do you do the laundry, anyway? Once a week. &lt;br /&gt;Do you wear flannel shirts a lot? no.... &lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you showered? as soon as i finish this quiz &lt;br /&gt;Do you speak clearly? hell no &lt;br /&gt;Are you a lazy person? so so so lazy. &lt;br /&gt;Do you play an instrument? bass guitar, and rythm guitar &lt;br /&gt;Who or what do you rant about a lot? music. &lt;br /&gt;Empathy or Sympathy? neither &lt;br /&gt;What do you think about Nirvana? LOVE THEM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[INDIE] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you different from the rest of them? im not afraid to kill! haha&lt;br /&gt;Who or what makes you bitter? you&lt;br /&gt;What was the last big decision you made? to tell ppl who i like... &lt;br /&gt;Are youy a happy-go-lucky type of person?good god, no!&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about conformity? sucks &lt;br /&gt;How hard do you work to get what you want? too lazy &lt;br /&gt;What do you resent? everything&lt;br /&gt;Why might some people consider you to be an as*hole? every reason possible&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust others? no &lt;br /&gt;Are you a loyal friend? meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[RAP] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you live in the ghetto? actually, yes &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever even held a gun before? no &lt;br /&gt;How much bling do you own? uh.. some gold-plated earrings... &lt;br /&gt;Would you rather have your best friend be a wangsta or a wigga? wanksta &lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be bustin' caps or rollin' joints? rollin' joints, yo!&lt;br /&gt;"Fo' Sho" or "Yeah, son"? fo' sho' &lt;br /&gt;What race are most of your friends? i dont know &lt;br /&gt;Ever been to prison? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[POP] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who or what makes you so excited you piss your pants?CKY..&lt;br /&gt;Prep or Yuppie? i'd enjoy killing both. &lt;br /&gt;How much money do you spend on bad music? none to me&lt;br /&gt;Justin Timberlake or Nick Carter? well, if i have to choose... *shoots self*&lt;br /&gt;How many of your friends still listen to NKOTB? hi dont think anyone i know has even heard of them &lt;br /&gt;Do you like mainstream music? mainstream rock &lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be a pop diva? NOOO!!! &lt;br /&gt;How many times, on average, do you say "like" in a sentence? sadly, yes&lt;br /&gt;OMIGOD or OMG? omg &lt;br /&gt;Ditsy or just plain stupid? ditzy when im sleepy/overtired and just plain stupid the rest of the time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108069552917141225?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108069552917141225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108069552917141225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108069552917141225' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-108016712438757877</id><published>2004-03-24T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T17:28:52.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: My Promiscuous Daughter/ CKY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Hey! Well,  I've been sick since Saturday and left the house for the first time this morning in 3 days. Yesterday I literally didn't leave my couch. I watched a CKY DVD (Chopped &amp; Sliced) 3 times yesterday! It's 3 and a half hours... haha, I'm obssessive. I &lt;3 everyone... except Vern, he freaks me out. Now to reminise about it... mwa ha ha..&lt;br /&gt; -"baannaaanaaaaaa bbbaaaannaaanaaa" ~ Chad &lt;br /&gt;-Deron's pre-show ritual is freakin' HILARIOUS&lt;br /&gt;- haha, they all fell.... hard&lt;br /&gt;-"Nice shot don't fucking do that again." ~Deron after getting hit by a water bottle... haha&lt;br /&gt;-"Suburban alienation... how does that have anything to do with suburban alienation?!" ~ Jess-Jess&lt;br /&gt;-"Haha, yeah man, I'm gonna listen to Clutch" ~ Bam in the weird Jess voice&lt;br /&gt;-Deron sneaking out of the bus and taking candy bars to bed.... weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I'm done.. There's so much more, but I won't bore you... instead I'll kidnap you and tape your eyelids open and force you to watch it until you've memorized it just as I have... Anyhoo.... byebyes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-108016712438757877?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108016712438757877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/108016712438757877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108016712438757877' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-107972672846895823</id><published>2004-03-19T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T15:09:48.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: Miss Take/ Horrorpops&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt;What I Did On My March Break:&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday: Jamie came over. Actually, she slept over on Thurday night and we made scary videos that hopefully no one will ever see.. haha. We went to the mall, t'was odd. We saw WAY too many people. Then, went to the movies to see 'Secret Window'. It kicked ass.&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Went to Melissa's with Jamie. Tee hee, it was fun.I acted like SUCH an idiot. Then, we slept over.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Went bowling with Melissa and her famil, and Jamie. Haha, it was one of her little family outings. Haha, Dance Dance Revolution is hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Went downtown, walked up and down Queen Street for 4 hours. I saw George! He bent over and I saw his asscrack... *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Jamie came over, went to the mall. Hilariousness ensued. Examples: JAMIE! GET THE QUARTER!!!!, 'They can see my legs!', stalking... *ahem*, and sooo much more. Haha, good times.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Going to the movies. Mwa ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;Well, that pretty much wraps it up. Byebyes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-107972672846895823?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107972672846895823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107972672846895823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107972672846895823' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-107932575049134367</id><published>2004-03-14T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T16:48:05.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: No Sorry/ Phsycotic 4&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; I just read the funniest thing EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question:&lt;/strong&gt; Do you have any funny childhood stories you would like to share with us right now? &lt;br /&gt;asked by Melissa on Thursday, December 13, 2001 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt; im sure we all do..we all have hundreds..here is just one that i can think of now....i am lactose intollerant(fat fuck,vol.2)....i used to love golden grahams cereal before school ..cereal in a bowl of milk* ...needless to say i got incredibly ill,every morning.. for YEARS i thought i was alergic to Golden fucking Grams !! my mom was far to neglegent to realize i was allergic to milk. fucking golden grahams? pfft. jess and deron have some killer stories.&lt;br /&gt;answered by chad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest. Thing. Ever. Haha, I love Chad. Anyhoo, long time no blog! Wow, it doesnt get much lamer than that. I think I should leave before I make an even bigger ass out of myself. Byebyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Secret Window kicked more ass than Dave Navarro at a Good Charlotte show after they kidnapped Carmen and made her listen to crappy tunes all night. Yarr... I love Dave, too.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-107932575049134367?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107932575049134367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107932575049134367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107932575049134367' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-107802981614307299</id><published>2004-02-28T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T23:46:41.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: Mad TV&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Hiyas. I'm bored. I just found out Sara broke her collarbone. Yikes. Now we can't go snowboarding on March Break. :(  Tomorrow I might go downtown. Yay, I need more buttons from Black Market. My last ones went throught the wash. And to quote from yesterday: "I couldn't go to the powice that night because my mom was making wibs, so instead I mowested 3 diffewent people." Haha. Well I gotta go. Ozzy is a-calling! Byebyes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-107802981614307299?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107802981614307299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107802981614307299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107802981614307299' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-107748649148799626</id><published>2004-02-22T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T16:51:22.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: 96 Quite Bitter Beings/CKY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Hey, everyone! Nothing much has been happening lately. Well, Nick and Melissa broke up, Jamie and Scott went out for 2 days. Just some lame shit. Kurt Cobain's birthday was on Friday. *tear* Melissa's birthday was on Sunday. Yay for her. I just finished watching this documentary on Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love. It was so originally calledn 'Kurt &amp; Courtney'. It was okay. The narrarator's voice was REALLY monotone though. That made it pretty boring. Anyways, I've got nothing else to say. Byebyes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-107748649148799626?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107748649148799626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107748649148799626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107748649148799626' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-107681226613763602</id><published>2004-02-14T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T21:36:49.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: Sigillum Diaboli/H.I.M.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt;  Oi, people! I'm enjoying my Anti-Valentine's Day quite a bit. I just got back from Wendy's. Yesterday was the Valentine's Day dance at school. It wasn't too bad. When they played Nirvana's 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' I started a little mosh pit. It was so fun. Sara elbowed me in the ribs really hard, though. I've got like 10 bruises. The music wasn't that bad, either.  Meh. Oh ya, and I found my Grad dress! It's awesome. Black of course. Well, I haven't really got anything to say. Except: H.I.M. has officially been upgraded to My 2nd Favourite Band Of Right Now. Yay for me. Anyhoo, byebyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note To Self: Too much chocolate= not a good idea. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-107681226613763602?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107681226613763602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107681226613763602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107681226613763602' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-107628604916057756</id><published>2004-02-08T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T19:23:53.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: Change(In The House Of Flies)/Deftones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Hey, everyone! The lack of blogging has been increasing... but, meh. Who actually reads this crap anyways? (other than Lauryn, Jamie, and Melissa) Well, nothing much has been happening lately. Grad pics sucked. Me and Jamie asked Justin to join the band. I think he said yes, I'm not sure. Wow, I &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;have nothing to say. I'm SO FREAKING BORED! At least people have been frequenting my &lt;a href="geocities.com/the_zany_zone/chat.html"&gt;chatboard&lt;/a&gt; (including Tony Hawk!). Well, I'm gonna go 'cause my mind is blank. Byebyes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-107628604916057756?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107628604916057756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107628604916057756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107628604916057756' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-107525047652283469</id><published>2004-01-27T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T19:43:25.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: Silver And Cold/AFI &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Linkin park was so freakin awesome! Now, for a play-by-play. Story Of The Year was the first opening band. They won my respect by doing a Metallica cover. The bass player was so cool. During their second last song he throws his guitar across the stage, jumps onto an amp, does a backflip (!) and catches his guitar! All I could say was 'whoa'. Then Hoobastank went on. They were so cool. The lead singer can jump really high! Then, P.O.D went on. I hate them. They put on a good show, though. During one of their songs someone fell right onto their head into the mosh pit while crowd surfing (ouch) so they stopped the concert and got him out. Then, Linkin Park went on. Holy shit! As sooin as the big curtain-y thingy dropped everyone jumped up and freaked out. They opened with 'Runaway'. It was so cool. They got someone from the audience to play 'Faint'. Then they sadly closed with 'One step Closer' They brought everyone fromt he other bands on stage for the 'shut up' part. It was so great. My ears wont stop ringing. It's pretty annoying. Next time Metallica comes I'm going though. Yay! *claps* Well, I gotta go now. bye Byes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-107525047652283469?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107525047652283469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107525047652283469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107525047652283469' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-107455226980870035</id><published>2004-01-19T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T17:46:28.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: Everybody Wants to Rule The World/Tears For Fears &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Oi! I'm sick AGAIN!!! DAMN YOU IMMUNE SYSTEM! DDDAAAMMMNN YYYOOOUUU!!!!! Anyhoo, I got my third (technically fifth) ear piercing on Friday with Jamie! It hurt less than my second.  :D   I'm so dandily happy! Nicole's party was SO freakin' kickass! T'was almost exactly how I imagined it to be... except with less karaoke and passing out. I only fell a few times! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-107455226980870035?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107455226980870035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107455226980870035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107455226980870035' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-107404611454034655</id><published>2004-01-13T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T21:10:25.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: About A Girl/Nirvana&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Hiyas! I'm so very, very happy 'cause I'm getting my third (technically fifth) ear piercing done on Friday! Jamie's coming and she's gonna get her second. Saturday is Nicole's second goodbye party because she came back and the last party sucked. It's at Jamie's house. Imagine this: zany 'drunken' karaoke, air hockey, no sleep and much, much more. It's gonna be so freakin' kickass! Tee hee, I'm so excited. Anyhoo, I gotta go. Bye byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-107404611454034655?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107404611454034655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107404611454034655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107404611454034655' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-107385878953251837</id><published>2004-01-11T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T17:10:15.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: King Of Rock And Roll/Daniel Lioneye&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; I'm ba-ack! And I'm bored. I'm at my dad's house. His computer is so freakin' fast! He has this wicked (haven't used that word in a long time) hacker-alert program that shows you who's trying to ping your computer. This dude from Houston, Texas has been trying every other minute since 12:41. It's wacky. I only went to school Monday and Tuesday because I keep nearly passing out. It turns out I have something wrong with my inner ear. And my migraines make me like that. And my iron has dropped to dangerous levels again. Wow, my immune system really is a piece of crap. Blooklash. Spike was here yesterday. I didn't see him, though. He's so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Random Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;-Whoa, dizzy!&lt;br /&gt;-Sven is an awesome name&lt;br /&gt;-Super Nintendo kicks every other system's ass&lt;br /&gt;-I'm getting my third (technically fifth) ear piercing done this month :D&lt;br /&gt;-Baby carriagaes scare me&lt;br /&gt;Bye byes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-107385878953251837?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107385878953251837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107385878953251837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107385878953251837' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-107384954578402476</id><published>2004-01-11T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T16:49:18.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt; I Believe In A Thing Called Love/The Darkness &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Damn you MuchLoud! Always playing The Darkness. Those wackyhigh pitched vocals are growing on me. Grrr.... Well, anyways, the band finally has a name: Forthright! :D  I went bass-shopping yesterday at Long And McQuade with Jamie. The cheapest one was a Yamaha (metallic blue) and it was $275. I'm gonna check Steve's downtown and some pawn shops. Ha, I'm so cheap. &lt;br /&gt;I'll finish this blog later. Bye. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-107384954578402476?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107384954578402476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107384954578402476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107384954578402476' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-107350150367245006</id><published>2004-01-07T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T13:52:25.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: Die On A Rope/the Distillers &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Hey. Sorry again for the lack of updatiding but I've been really busy lately. My break sucked pretty bad. I slept most of it, usually going to bed around 4am and waking up at about 1ish. I have a new record! Going to bed at 6am and waking up at 3:45pm. Yay me! New Year's Eve was awesome. Everyone had Cat In The Hat party hats. I hate champagne. Meh. Lauryn came over the last week of 2003. It was quite humorous(&lt;--an awesome word indeed). We went for Nicole's goodbye party. She's coming back today or tomorrow for a few days then going back to Spain. And Melissa is in Mexico right now. Damn her, I say! IT'S SO FREAKING COLD! *shudder* Grr I hate Canadian winters. There isn't even snow for snowboarding. Speaking of that- I might go snowboarding with Sara and a few others at Snow Valley sometime between now and March Break. Damned bad experiences at Hockley... Well, anyways... I'm home today. I've been getting freak-out dizzy spells lately. This morning I almost passed out again. I have to get my Hepatitus B shot with the grade 7s on the 21st. I hate needles. I can take blood test or anything but nothing in my left forearm. I freak out. Bleck. The band now has a name: Forthright! And I now have permission for us to practice in my garage. We're still looking for a singer, though. Anyhoo... I gotta go. Bye bye. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-107350150367245006?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107350150367245006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107350150367245006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107350150367245006' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-107264985116303841</id><published>2003-12-28T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T17:17:58.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: Number Of The Beast/Iron Maiden&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Hiyas, everyone! Well I've a quite interesting few days. Yesterday I went to Jamie's house. Played air hockey most of the time. And some karaoke. We literally went crazy broadway style! My rappin was off the 'shizzo! Ha, I have no idea what the hell I just said... Today I went to Value Village, Liquidation Sale, and Crazy Dave's. I got a shirt. I love wacky 3 dollar junk. Well, I gotta go. Bye bye. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-107264985116303841?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107264985116303841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107264985116303841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107264985116303841' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-107249221792928051</id><published>2003-12-26T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T21:31:07.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: Wherever I May Roam/Metallica&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; And now for my complete list of gifts...&lt;br /&gt;-DVD player&lt;br /&gt;-19-inch TV&lt;br /&gt;-snowboarding goggles&lt;br /&gt;-Distillers album (Coral Fang)&lt;br /&gt;-Evanescense album (Fallen)&lt;br /&gt;-Metallica albums (Kill 'Em All, Ride The Lighting)&lt;br /&gt;-Emily 'tour' shirt&lt;br /&gt;-snowboarding gloves&lt;br /&gt;-Hurley shirt&lt;br /&gt;-Twister&lt;br /&gt;-X-men 2 DVD&lt;br /&gt;-Gameboy game (Perfect Dark)&lt;br /&gt;-Nintendo64 game (StarFox64) &lt;--- I know, it's outdated...&lt;br /&gt;-pyjamas&lt;br /&gt;-picture frame&lt;br /&gt;-Freaky Friday soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;-Freaky Friday&lt;br /&gt;-Kurt Cobain Journals&lt;br /&gt;-CKY music video DVD&lt;br /&gt;-makeup case&lt;br /&gt;-100 dollars&lt;br /&gt;-The Complete Guide To The Simpsons book&lt;br /&gt;-a 'genius puzzle'&lt;br /&gt;-portable alarm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxing Day Gifts&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-Metallica album (untitled)&lt;br /&gt;-'Puck Off' shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all, folks... tune in next time, ssame bat time, same bat channel... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-107249221792928051?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107249221792928051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107249221792928051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107249221792928051' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-107240804376769578</id><published>2003-12-25T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T22:07:53.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Np: High Voltage/ AC/DC&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; Hiyas! Tee hee, it's Christmas! I got a bounty of gifts this year! They include: a DVD player, a 19-inch TV, 2 Metallica albums, new Distillers album, Evanescence album, Kurt Cobain Journals book, $100, and a lot more stuff which I forget. (wow, I still call them albums... when did that happen...?) Well, I'm just watching the AC/DC Live In Donington DVD, (which, by the way, is freakin' amazing) and going crazy broadway style. Yesterday I was drugged up on Tylenol Sinus at my mom's boyfriend's parents' house. Everythimg was spinning and I thought I was gonna pass out. It was amusing. I won the game of gamble-Bingo. I got $2.75. Not much of a jackpot, eh? Meh. I HATE seafood! Well, I've had a boring-as hell week. Well, I've gotta go. Bye byes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-107240804376769578?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107240804376769578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107240804376769578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107240804376769578' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-107220031796237294</id><published>2003-12-23T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T12:25:33.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arr... I be a bored/obssessing pirate... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-107220031796237294?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107220031796237294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107220031796237294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107220031796237294' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-107197689864483208</id><published>2003-12-20T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T22:22:07.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Np: No One Knows/Queens Of The Stone Age&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt; I'm so sick. I feel like hell. I'm coughing my lungs out, and my head feels like it's 2x as big. This sucks. I'm at my dad's house right now. He's sick, too. He might go to the hospital later. Blooklash, I say! Yesterday was the luncheon. It was... filling. Too many cookies. As strange as it may be; I absolutely can't wash dishes. Bleck. We went into Mr. D's class for a 'party'. The 'party' was horrible. Too many ginas dancing, too much food, WAY too much sugar. On the way home, Jamie took a brownie cake and everybody was supposed to come over to her house after school, but it didn't happen. Instead, Jamie, Nick and I walked home and ate all the icing, since the actual cake was terrible. Then, Jamie tried to knock it out of Nick's hand, but he ended up throwing it at her and then it fell, and I threw it at him, but it missed and wackyness ensued. It was quite hilarious. Then, Jamie slept over at my house. I have a sugar-hangover on top of a cold. I took a nap today. Naps rock. Then, well, here I am. On the computer, watching TV, freezing, having a dog trying to lick me every second. Tee hee, this Security Camera my dad has in his building lobby is brilliant. Especially when people can't get in. Well, I think I've done enough blogging for one day. Rock on.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-107197689864483208?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107197689864483208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107197689864483208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107197689864483208' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-107161922999745029</id><published>2003-12-16T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T19:01:37.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Np:Loser/Beck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt;Hiyas! Wow, 11 days without blogging, how dare I? Quite a bit has happened since. My uncle came down last week, my grandma broke her nose, it's my sister's birthday today, Jamie is over Andrew (mostly), I've had a killer headache for the past week, it's the last week of school (!), Mr. Scorcia needs a kick in the nose, Ferris Bueler's Day Off kicks Weird Science's ass, a new obssession has surfaced for me (mwa ha ha...), I'm gonna kill Nick tomorrow, walking home from school today was filarious (that's right! I said 'filarious'!), and my stalker has officially given up and stopped stalking me. Wow, I summed that up quite fast. :D  . I hate snow. There's too much of it here. WAY too cold. I'm in ANYTHING but the 'Christmas Spirit'. I've watched too many movies since Friday. And now for my future reference movie list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;: Jackass, Willard, Sum41 tape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;: Dreamcatcher, Jackass (again), Sum41 tape (again), Malibu's Most Wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;: Hollywood Homicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;: 40 Days And 40 Nights,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;: Bruce Almighty, Weird Science&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo,  booyaka and rock on!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-107161922999745029?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107161922999745029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107161922999745029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107161922999745029' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-107066169337978444</id><published>2003-12-05T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T18:07:23.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Np: One Step Closer/Linkin Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/stong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt;Hey, hey everyone! I'M GOING TO SEE LINKIN PARK ON JANUARY 24TH AT THE ACC!!!! YAY! I got such good seats, too! I'm so happy! They're there with P.O.D :(, and Hoobastank :). tee hee, I can't wait! I've been sick all week. Apparently II got what Jamie's sister had. AND I have 'pink eye'. This sucks! I went to school on Wednesday and that's it. I feel like hell. Nothing has really happened since my last post. All I've done is stayed home, watch T.V. On Wednesday I went to my dad's house. He lives on the 17th floor. It'spretty cool. My dad was steaming one of his shirts in the washroom because he doesn't have an ironing board, and as soon as he opened the door, the fire alarm went off. So, naturally we thought it was us. We were trying to turn it off, then we realized the alarm was on in the halls, too. Then, the superintendant comes on the intercom and warns the entire building that a fire alarm has gone off on the 17th floor, and the fire department is on it's way. but thankfully it wasn't us. Ozzy was freaking out because of the loud alarm. it was hilarious. And now to end my post with a few random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;-I hate cold&lt;br /&gt;-I need to get my snowboard waxed... desperately&lt;br /&gt;-I still really miss Bunny :'(&lt;br /&gt;-eye drops REALLY hurt my eyes&lt;br /&gt;-I have nothing to say. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-107066169337978444?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107066169337978444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107066169337978444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107066169337978444' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-107022017633149086</id><published>2003-11-30T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T15:23:46.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Np:Little Know It All/Iggy Pop feat. Sum 41&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt;Hey everyone, Sorry for the lack of updates but my computer is really screwed up. Well, I'm sick again. Jamie slept over on Friday, then on Saturday we walked up the snowboard/ski sale at Ching Hill. It was freezing, I really don't think I've been that cold in my life. Ching is about 2 blocks from my house, but since we're such idiots, we went through Howden Park because we thought it would be faster. By the time we got to the chalet we'd been walking for about 1/2 an hour. Then, it turns out that there's a $1 admission. So, we freaked out. Then we started walking back to my house. On the way there, we were so cold that we had to stop at the crappy little skatepark and sat on a snowy ramp that blocked the wind for about 5 minutes. Then, we continued on our journey home. We FINALLY made it after falling on, like, 8 ice patches. We were mighty pissed. Then, at 5 I went to Nick's Christmas Party. It was pretty boring. We watched The Ring, then watched a game of President (people who were there know why), then watched A Walk To Remember(which sucked pretty bad), then went home at like 10 with a killer headache from the ginas doing those stupid high-pitched screams at nothing. Yep, it sucked THAT bad. Then, I slept over at my dad's house with Katrina last night. He's moving today. Little Ozzy is gonna be scared of all the movers, ha. Well, that's about all I have to say, so bye bye. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6113271-107022017633149086?l=m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107022017633149086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113271/posts/default/107022017633149086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m-a-r-z-z-y.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107022017633149086' title=''/><author><name>m-a-r-z-z-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710795806783771215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113271.post-106945356111908892</id><published>2003-11-21T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T17:54:45.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Np: Anarchy In The UK/Sex Pistols&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey freaks, I see you've followed the madness to here: my new blogspot. And by the way, keep checking back at The Zany Zone; I still update the rest of it. Today was the worst P.A. day I've ever had. I was supposed to go see Gothika at 3:45pm with Jamie, Nick and Andrew, but it turns out that nobody could go then, so everyone decided to go at 6:30pm, but I couldn't go because I have to go to some lame-o party. So, we were gonna go  at 3:45pm again, just get there a little late. BUT, then Andrew couldn't go. So then they nobody could go and it all got screwed over. Meh. Uggh.. and about that Lames McPlains party I have to go to: Its for one of my mom's friends and I'm gonna be the oldest kid there. The second oldest is ten. Bleh, I tried everyway possible to get out of it (ex. sleeping over at Jamie's house) but NOTHING worked! This sucks so bad. Oh ya, and before I forget: If ANYBODY has a Live Journal or DeadJournal code,email it to me; &lt;em&gt;punked_out41@hotmail.com&lt;/em&gt;. I'm so bored! My computer kept crashing today. It was annoying. I kept yelling at it, but it wouldn't listen. Ha, on Monday I'm gonna break Sara's nose! And if you don't know, then you don't need to know. So anyways... I gotta go! 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