<?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-2358594639850367165</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:48:15.529-07:00</updated><category term='manga'/><category term='Meepers'/><category term='comics'/><title type='text'>The Awesome Blog of Random Craziness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10137555920707551091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S8EoNwtVDZI/AAAAAAAAABc/TtZNRyAuLps/S220/immaturity.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358594639850367165.post-2936904613404810063</id><published>2010-09-29T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T20:06:40.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I started Running Start a week and a half ago.  It wasn't actually that  bad.  I expected to get at least one crummy teacher, but they're all  pretty cool.  Especially my Creative Writing teacher.  I seriously have  the COOLEST.  Creative writing teacher.  EVAR!!!  The first thing Mr.  Peters did after taking attendance on the first day was have us write  down a list of all the people who have ever withheld our creative  ability.  Once we finished, he brought out a huge paper shredder and  told us to bring those papers to the front of the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Again; coolest.  Teacher.  Ever.xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; I also met Cam, a temporary boyfriend.  Allow me to explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Patrick broke up with me, and I was  determined to find a new boyfriend at RS.  I happened to meet Cam on the  bus home, as he was running desperately to catch it.  We found out that  we took the same buses to get home and immediately hit off.  About two  days ago, we kind of had this mutual agreement to start dating.   However, after I agreed to go out with him, I started feeling really  bad, like not only depressed-bad, but also a little nauseous-bad.  I  also started having nightmares.  I think today I realized that it was  probably God telling me that that relationship wasn't right for me.  I  also found out that his idea of a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship was a  little different than mine.  I was perfectly happy with holding hands  and talking.  He wanted cuddling and kissing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; I had promised myself that I would not make him a rebound, because I  know what that feels like, so today, I told him that I decided that I  just wasn't ready for another relationship yet.  He took it pretty well,  but I'm still worried that I hurt him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Anyway, who knows, maybe I'll find a Christian otaku who is just right for me, but for now, I think I'll just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The Crazy Hyper Teen =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358594639850367165-2936904613404810063?l=obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/2936904613404810063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2358594639850367165&amp;postID=2936904613404810063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/2936904613404810063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/2936904613404810063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-started-running-start-week-and-half.html' title=''/><author><name>~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10137555920707551091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S8EoNwtVDZI/AAAAAAAAABc/TtZNRyAuLps/S220/immaturity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358594639850367165.post-2736177333424904127</id><published>2010-06-10T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T22:10:39.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Parties and Cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today is Bob Jo's 11th birthday slumber party.  My eardrums have already burst, and we've barely made it past dinner.  I have a feeling it's going to be a long night.TT-TT  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Of course, three whole days before the party, Bobette made us all hunker down and attempt to clean the house.  If you have ever had a mother once in your life, you will be familiar with this experience.  For some reason they feel the need to impress everyone with their cleanliness.  I say, why lie?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I mean, think about it; unless you have servants who clean the house for you, you don't have a snowballs chance in Sahara of keeping it clean all the time.  As for our family, our house is messy about 90% of the time (that last 10% being the times we have guests over).  This is pretty much the same for everybody in the universe who isn't filthy rich.  So when a person comes to visit you after you've toiled to make it sparkling clean, they look around and they think, "Rats, their house is cleaner than mine." and they feel terrible.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So you see?  We have to stop the madness!  Everyone is fooling everyone else into thinking that everyone's house can be kept clean but theirs!  But every teenager knows that this is a load of bull and no one who can't afford cleaning people can keep their house clean all the time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Spread the awareness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~The Crazy Hyper Teen =3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358594639850367165-2736177333424904127?l=obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/2736177333424904127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2358594639850367165&amp;postID=2736177333424904127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/2736177333424904127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/2736177333424904127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/2010/06/birthday-parties-and-cleaning.html' title='Birthday Parties and Cleaning'/><author><name>~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10137555920707551091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S8EoNwtVDZI/AAAAAAAAABc/TtZNRyAuLps/S220/immaturity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358594639850367165.post-8443438030854662677</id><published>2010-05-01T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:41:42.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Old Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#339999;"&gt;I took a trip down memory lane last night.  I saw some things that I would rather have kept locked away.  Most of them were about my old church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;I said a little bit about my old church in my big reunion with my blog, but only that I didn't feel like I belonged that much.  And it's true; I didn't feel like I belonged.  I made an effort to make friends, but in the end, I think that was what drove them away.  I was the intruder in their little circle of friends - the party crasher, if you will.  They didn't like me, they only tolerated me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;Now, you may be thinking, 'Well how do you know they didn't like you?'  Allow me to give you an example.  A few years back, me and the rest of the youth group went on a road trip to California.  When we got to the dorms where we would be spending the night that week, we were told to pair up two to a room.  Everyone immediately paired up and I was left all by my lonesome.  And then of course one of the chaperones gives me this look of pity and says, "Do you want to share a room with me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;Great.  Just what every teen wants.  Because that doesn't say, "I'm such a loser that only the adults want to share a room with me." at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;Finally, two of the other teens took pity on me as well and said that I could stay with them.  They dragged a mattress from an empty room land set it up in their room, but in the end it didn't matter; one of the girls just ended up sharing a bed with the other girl, so I ended up sleeping in a real bed after all.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;I've mentioned before that I don't like being pitied.  In fact, I downright loath it.  The only thing I dislike more than being pitied is being lied to.  Thankfully, nobody lied to me then.  They mostly ignored me except when they were pitying me.  So you can imagine the wonderful time I had.  Being A.D.D. and a social tomboy, being ignored hurts.  Oh well, at least Six Flags was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;There were only two people at that church who talked to me because they were interested in what I had to say.  First was Drew, who is an awesome guy and also goes to the swing dances.  He wants to be a voice actor, and has a good chance of achieving this goal.  He's made of win, and I appreciate him actually wanting to be friends with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;The second one was Grace.  She's a really nice girl, and she reminds me a bit of me when I was her age – just looking for someone to listen to her and to have a good time with.  She bought a pair of earrings that I made once.  First and only sale I've ever made.  I feel bad for leaving her to the vices of the teens at Sun Valley, but I really do like my new church.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;~The Crazy Hyper Teen=3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358594639850367165-8443438030854662677?l=obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/8443438030854662677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2358594639850367165&amp;postID=8443438030854662677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/8443438030854662677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/8443438030854662677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-old-church.html' title='My Old Church'/><author><name>~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10137555920707551091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S8EoNwtVDZI/AAAAAAAAABc/TtZNRyAuLps/S220/immaturity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358594639850367165.post-3039645263495581067</id><published>2010-04-24T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T17:21:32.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meepers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manga'/><title type='text'>Meepers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;Recently, Jason asked me to make a new comic series for kidmagine.com. Thus, "Meepers" was born. Most of the jokes are probably just going to be recycled from some of my fan comics, but the first few are all original, so I thought I'd show them off.^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S9OHZQA4DPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/F_UrmQ-Zn2E/s1600/sc001595d6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S9OHZQA4DPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/F_UrmQ-Zn2E/s320/sc001595d6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463859640795663602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;First of all, before showing you the comics, I thought I'd show you some of the characters. This here is Jomei. He's the short, sarcastic, bad-tempered ninja that always seems to be around Meepers, and most likely cares more than he acts. Don't ask me how he got his scar, 'cause I haven't the foggiest clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S9OIAyaiclI/AAAAAAAAACE/bL7enkPEjtE/s1600/sc0015a882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S9OIAyaiclI/AAAAAAAAACE/bL7enkPEjtE/s320/sc0015a882.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463860320045003346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;And then there's Kioshi. He's the more gentle, soft-spoken ninja (and yes, it's a he) who makes sure Meepers and Jomei don't get into too much trouble. But don't call him a girl, or you might lose a body part!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;That's all for the character pictures (although there will most likely be more later), and now for the comics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S9OJOA1ypJI/AAAAAAAAACM/TkWu83-_BVE/s1600/sc0015c7a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S9OJOA1ypJI/AAAAAAAAACM/TkWu83-_BVE/s320/sc0015c7a1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463861646767334546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 91px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;This was the first, just as a little introduction (click on it to make it big enough to read).  Because living with ninjas is totally average.=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S9OJ9hJ-DQI/AAAAAAAAACU/3nqTobPZy3Q/s1600/sc00161614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S9OJ9hJ-DQI/AAAAAAAAACU/3nqTobPZy3Q/s320/sc00161614.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463862462895754498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 94px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;Fangirls are scary!  I should know; I am one.^^;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S9OKcCXm2yI/AAAAAAAAACc/qMkzwEYZ-vI/s1600/sc001643be.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 93px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S9OKcCXm2yI/AAAAAAAAACc/qMkzwEYZ-vI/s320/sc001643be.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463862987207400226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;Here's Jomei's little introduction.  Kioshi is next, but I haven't gotten around to drawing it yet, so you're just going to have to wait for it.=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;Please tell me what you think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;~The Crazy Hyper Teen=3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358594639850367165-3039645263495581067?l=obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/3039645263495581067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2358594639850367165&amp;postID=3039645263495581067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/3039645263495581067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/3039645263495581067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/2010/04/meepers.html' title='Meepers'/><author><name>~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10137555920707551091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S8EoNwtVDZI/AAAAAAAAABc/TtZNRyAuLps/S220/immaturity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S9OHZQA4DPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/F_UrmQ-Zn2E/s72-c/sc001595d6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358594639850367165.post-5227811541887012750</id><published>2010-04-15T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T17:39:00.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn those siblings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#339999;"&gt;Why must my siblings torture me so?  I love them and all, but honestly, they drive me crazy sometimes!  Bob-Jo and Bob Jr. only seem to get into the worst of their fights when Bob Alpha and Bobbette aren't around.  What do they do, wait until they leave and then say, "Whelp, the parents are gone, time to make our sister's life that much harder." ?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;And they fight about the stupidest of things, like what color a video game character's eyes are.  Who cares?!  It's a friggin' VIDEO GAME CHARACTER!!!  The world isn't going to end if you're wrong about its eye color!  And then I'm always blamed for "taking sides" if I try to tell the truth.  I'm not trying to take anyone's side, I'm just trying to resolve the problem!  But &lt;i&gt;obviously&lt;/i&gt; I'm not a good enough babysitter to even &lt;i&gt;try&lt;/i&gt; to resolve an issue correctly.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;Thankfully, right now I'm all my lonesome self.  Bob and Bob Alpha are at Bob's birthday party (I would be there too, but we're sadly short on cash right now.  I only hope they save some birthday cake for me.=P), Bobbette is running errands, and I haven't the foggiest clue where the other two are.  Most likely at the neighbors.  This pleases me, because it means I don't have to hear their annoying banter.  Plus I get time on the computer.  Score! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;Honestly, I've felt kinda depressed all day.  I don't know why, since I don't really have a good reason to be.  Perhaps it's from having to deal with the siblings.  Plus, the sleepover date at Maddie's has been relocated to in two week's time.TT-TT  I guess I just need a hug, but like I said – nobody's home.  Both a blessing and a curse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;In other news, right now I'm amusing myself with reading web comics.  What I SHOULD be doing, is updating my fanfics and possibly my deviantart.  Feh, details.  What I REALLY want right now, is somehing made of chocolate.  However, our house is sadly lacking in such items, so I'll just have to make do with a popsicle.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;NO WAIT!  We have Cocoa Pebbles!  YESSS!!!=D  Ima go get some!  Tootles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;~The Crazy Hyper Teen =3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358594639850367165-5227811541887012750?l=obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/5227811541887012750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2358594639850367165&amp;postID=5227811541887012750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/5227811541887012750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/5227811541887012750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-must-my-siblings-torture-me-so-i.html' title='Darn those siblings!'/><author><name>~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10137555920707551091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S8EoNwtVDZI/AAAAAAAAABc/TtZNRyAuLps/S220/immaturity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358594639850367165.post-7177793107128812811</id><published>2010-04-12T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T18:22:11.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past, Present, Future.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Two updates in one month?!  How amazing is that?!  I'm amazed at myself, honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;At the moment, I'm talking with my friend and adopted sister, Maddie, while typing this.  She's one of the "M"s that came to my fifteenth.  She's a very fun person, for someone who's younger and taller than me.  She's also a friend and adopted sister of Jason's.  She likes to scare herself with scary movies and then call Jason and complain about being scared.-.-;  None the less, that's what makes her so fun.=)  AJ and I are going to spend the night at her house this Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;Now I've hung up with her because she has to do chores.  At the moment I'm listening to Whose Line is it Anyway (that's right, LISTENING, not watching =P).  Quite delightful.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#339999;"&gt;~The Crazy Hyper Teen=3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358594639850367165-7177793107128812811?l=obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/7177793107128812811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2358594639850367165&amp;postID=7177793107128812811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/7177793107128812811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/7177793107128812811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/2010/04/past-present-future.html' title='Past, Present, Future.'/><author><name>~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10137555920707551091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S8EoNwtVDZI/AAAAAAAAABc/TtZNRyAuLps/S220/immaturity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358594639850367165.post-4429794027742047208</id><published>2010-04-10T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T18:26:26.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot to catch up on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Wow, I haven't posted on this thing in about two years.  I would feel bad, but I've never really put that much importance on this sort of thing.  In fact, the only reason I actually posted in this thing today or even remembered that I actually HAVE a blog, is because my good friend and adopted brother, Jason, got one.  The way I see it is if I had something really important to tell the world about, I would put it in my journal on deviantart, which is almost as good.  This amuses me, because I had such great plans for this blog when I started out.  And now look where I am - only posting because I'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Anyhoo, as you can probably guess, a LOT has happened in the last two years.  For example, you remember Patrick O'Neil from a few posts back?  Well we're dating now.  Although I'm not sure I would call it "dating" exactly, considering that we live three hours apart, but we consider each other boyfriend and girlfriend now.  And when you consider the fact that I've been waiting for this since I was twelve years old, you can probably imagine my excitement on this fact.  Yep, it feels good to be loved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Now that I'm sixteen, my parents have been *ahem* &lt;i&gt;encouraging&lt;/i&gt; me to consider college options.  I'm not even sure if I want to go to college any more, although I did find an online manga class called mangauniversity.com that looks interesting.  I bought their cookbook, and it's wonderful.  And yes, I have decided to go for the manga-ka position.  This has been frowned upon by Jason, and he continues to *ahem* &lt;i&gt;encourage&lt;/i&gt; me to find a nice college to go to.  I have nothing against getting a second job to make ends meet, but he seems to want me to become a doctor or an attorney and have manga as a side.  No way Hosea I say!  My art has improved since I first started drawing, and you can see it at http://daamazingmeepers.deviantart.com/ if you're interested.  However, be warned, it's mostly fanart.^^;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;My library has started holding weekly teen meetings in which I am the vice-president, and we plan on doing some sort of Alice and Wonderland skit in which I'm the Cheshire Cat and the scenery director.  However, everyone but me and my friend Maranda (who is the director) seems to have lost interest in it, so it most likely won't take off.  However, it is fun, and we usually walk to the nearby arcade or the 7-11 afterwards.  Emileesings goes to these meetings as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Speaking of Emileesings, we've been doing a lot of stuff together, and even started writing a fanfiction together.  It's called, "The Adventures of Two Sexy Waffles" if you can believe that.  It's on fanfiction.net, and it actually has nothing to do with waffles, misleading as the title may be.  We're thinking of also converting it into a comic, which will be fun and challenging for me.  I regard her now as a sister, and haven't a clue on how my life would possibly be funny without her in it.  We went o Aki Con together last November, and it was the BOMB, even though neither of us completed our costumes.  We plan on going this November, and until then, you can watch videos of it on Youtube.^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;The family has been doing well.  Bob recently turned thirteen, and now has a better cell phone than I do.TT-TT  Both me and Bob Alpha have been trying to come up with excuses to steal it.  Luckily, my phone upgrade is in a month or so, and then I can get a touch screen too.  Bob-Jo hasn't been nearly as annoying as she could be, except that she always seems to want to snuggle and do stuff together whenever I want to get things done, and then when I don't mind, she doesn't care!  Bob Jr. has been his adorable self, always trying to get people's attention and make people laugh.  Our personalities have gotten so that our friends from church have taken to calling us after the four ninja turtles, me being Leonardo, Bob being Donatello, Bob-Jo being Raphael, and Bob Jr. being Michaelangelo.  I'm not even sure if they know Bob Jr.'s real name, but then again, neither do you.=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Speaking of church, we switched churches.  I didn't say much - or rather, anything - about our previous church, mostly because there wasn't much worth mentioning.  I never really felt comfortable at Sun Valley Church, mainly because I don't think the other kids my age liked me that much.  Sure they would participate with me when we played games and such, but I was always picked last in stuff like that.  Me being A.D.D. and lonely from having just moved into that general area, I tried to impress them by being hyper, because that's what A.D.D. teens do to try to impress people they have to be around long term.  However, they never actually came around to liking me enough to actually want to do stuff with me willingly.  They never said anything like that (not to my face anyway), but I could tell in the way they acted around me.  If you've ever heard the song "Stained Glass Masquerade" by Casting Crowns, that's exactly how I felt.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;But now that we've switched churches, I actually feel...welcome.  It feels nice to have people talk to you because they want to and not because they're obligated to just because you go to the same church as them or because you look lonely.  Don't you hate that, when you're a teen and an adult comes and starts talking to you about mediocre things just because no one else is talking to you?  Doesn't it just make you feel awkward?  I've always hated knowing adults are only talking to you because they pity you.  Especially when you have no reason to be pitied.  And it's even worse when they send their kid to talk to you.  As if you won't notice that they don't actually want to be there.  If more adults realized this, more teens wouldn't be as rebellious.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Well, that's enough for now I suppose, because my fingers are about to cramp up.  Feels good to get all that off my chest though.  I'll be back if I don't forget.^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;~The Crazy Hyper Teen=3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358594639850367165-4429794027742047208?l=obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/4429794027742047208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2358594639850367165&amp;postID=4429794027742047208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/4429794027742047208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/4429794027742047208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/2010/04/lot-to-catch-up-on.html' title='A lot to catch up on!'/><author><name>~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10137555920707551091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S8EoNwtVDZI/AAAAAAAAABc/TtZNRyAuLps/S220/immaturity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358594639850367165.post-1561626483905094747</id><published>2008-10-06T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:50:24.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dog is revolting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;My dog has done the grossest thing he could possibly do, besides eating his own poop (which he doesn't do, thank goodness).  Okay, so he was scratching on the glass door to get in, and I noticed that he had something grey and black in his mouth.  I thought it was a piece of cloth that we had outside, so when I opened the door just enough so that he could hear me and I told him to drop it.  Instead, he sucked it up so it went farther into his mouth.  I was afraid he might accidentally swallow it and choke on it, so I forced his mouth open.  It was then that I noticed that the piece of cloth had teeth.  And paws.  It was a pocket gopher.  As you can imagine, this grossed me out immensely, so I yelled, "Eew Jake, spit it out!!!" and whacked him on the back of the head, because that always works to make him spit things out.  He ran out onto the back porch and dropped it.  Then I made him go inside and I put Bobette's flip-flops on.  I grabbed a stick and poked it to see if it was still alive.  It was all squishy, like it had no backbone, and it smelled like a combination of dog breath and road kill.  It was rancid!  Then I picked it up with the stick, carried it to the fire pit and left it there.  I threw the stick in there too!  After I went back inside I spent the next five minutes lecturing Jake on why he couldn't bring dead pocket gophers into the house.  You probably would have laughed if you were there to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Anyhoo, in other news, my friends who live three hours away from us (I'll call them the O'Neils) visited us on their way to Montana.  I hadn't seen them in two years, so I was really pleased!  My good friend Patrick O'Neil and I went to the monthly swing dance.  Sadly, Emileesings was working at the fair, and AJ was in Oregon, so they couldn't come.  But M and her sister "N" were there, so they got to meet him.  I got M to dance twice, but N wouldn't budge (she kept saying that she has a boyfriend).  And poor Patrick was so sleepy that he only danced twice - both times with me.  But he said he still had fun watching everyone else do the fancy moves, so I'm glad!  Also, last Saturday, I got Miyazaki's version of "Howl's Moving Castle" at the library, but when I went to watch it, the first disk was missing!  I was ticked!  Bobette is going to complain today on her way home from bringing Bob back from karate.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Well, I should go now, I'm working on a manga!  Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358594639850367165-1561626483905094747?l=obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/1561626483905094747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2358594639850367165&amp;postID=1561626483905094747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/1561626483905094747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/1561626483905094747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-dog-is-revolting.html' title='My dog is revolting!'/><author><name>~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10137555920707551091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S8EoNwtVDZI/AAAAAAAAABc/TtZNRyAuLps/S220/immaturity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358594639850367165.post-5780137520933582118</id><published>2008-09-01T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:15:18.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Ice Cream!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/SLy86XE0joI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TMTDQfiF7lE/s1600-h/IMG_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/SLy86XE0joI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TMTDQfiF7lE/s320/IMG_0171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241271777165086338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I just made my own vanilla ice cream!  I shared it with my siblings and we all loved it!  Man those vita mixes are nifty!  All I did was fill it up about one-third of the way with ice, then added milk, sugar and vanilla!  Cool huh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358594639850367165-5780137520933582118?l=obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/5780137520933582118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2358594639850367165&amp;postID=5780137520933582118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/5780137520933582118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/5780137520933582118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-made-my-own-vanilla-ice-cream-i.html' title='Homemade Ice Cream!'/><author><name>~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10137555920707551091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S8EoNwtVDZI/AAAAAAAAABc/TtZNRyAuLps/S220/immaturity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/SLy86XE0joI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TMTDQfiF7lE/s72-c/IMG_0171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358594639850367165.post-1859103476451927516</id><published>2008-08-30T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T18:28:24.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplations on reject and eggs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I know I've been making depression a topic more often than not lately, and it might be disappointing to some people, but bear with me - I'm trying to get my feelings out here!  This is almost as good as a diary!  Anyhoo, our C.A.P.E. (Christian Association of Parent Educators) picnic was two days ago.  My friend A.J. was there, and also a few other people I know, but I wasn't paid attention to as much as I would have liked.  I probably could have done the chicken dance and sang the song that never ends at the top of my lungs and still nobody would have paid attention to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; The person who gave me the most entertainment was a girl I'll call "Resa".  She was really nice to me for someone who didn't give a lick about me anytime before.  But seriously, she kept me entertained when A.J. disappeared on me - until someone suggested playing freeze tag.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I'll have you know right here and now that I am not in the best of shape, but I volunteered to be "it" anyway.  It was torture for my lungs but eventually, it was Resa's turn to be "it" and I took a rest under a tree.  However, I didn't get much rest because everybody thought I was "frozen" and kept touching me.  I felt like I had a sign saying "Poke me" taped to my front!  After a while, everybody I knew well went home, and I was left to contemplate my loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;But on the bright side, our chickens started laying eggs!  I had gone over there to lock them in the hen house for the night, and I looked in one of the roosts or whatever you call them, and I saw two eggs!  It was soooo COOL!!!  Later, Bob found a half-dozen more eggs under the barbeque.  I was a tad envious, but eh, it was his turn to shine!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Signing off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358594639850367165-1859103476451927516?l=obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/1859103476451927516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2358594639850367165&amp;postID=1859103476451927516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/1859103476451927516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/1859103476451927516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/2008/08/contemplations-on-reject-and-eggs.html' title='Contemplations on reject and eggs.'/><author><name>~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10137555920707551091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S8EoNwtVDZI/AAAAAAAAABc/TtZNRyAuLps/S220/immaturity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358594639850367165.post-6678668897754865138</id><published>2008-08-21T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T16:32:27.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Troubles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I could just cry.  I really could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You remember how I said I jumped into the pool with my clothes on and my phone was in my back pocket?  Well it finally dried out, and I was thrilled that it still worked - until I found out that I can't make or receive calls or text messages.  Basically, the only useful thing it does at the moment, is take pictures.  Worst of all, my next upgrade isn't until October or November.  Now isn't that just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"What else can go wrong?" I thought.  Ha.  Life should have already taught me that I should &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;think or say that sentence.  And now, for no reason at all, depression has set itself on me, and Bob-Jo is being a brat.  Oh yeah, and I'm babysitting.  Luckily, she has been distracted by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Spiderwick Chronicles&lt;/span&gt;, so I'm safe for a while.  Earlier, she threatened to call me "Barbie Girl" when she got a blog.  If she wasn't my sister, and I wasn't a Christian, I would totally give her what she deserves.  However, she is, and I am, so I can't.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;At the moment, I'm multitasking.  I'm listening to music on Jango, doing stuff on Deviantart, and blogging.  I also have to listen for some package guy who will apparently have something  important for Bobette that I will have to sign to get.  I have such a busy life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I wanted to go some surprise dance party - I like dancing - but Bobette is too busy to take me, so I'm just going to have to grin and bear it.  I'm gonna have to sign off now.  Toodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358594639850367165-6678668897754865138?l=obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/6678668897754865138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2358594639850367165&amp;postID=6678668897754865138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/6678668897754865138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/6678668897754865138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/2008/08/phone-troubles.html' title='Phone Troubles.'/><author><name>~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10137555920707551091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S8EoNwtVDZI/AAAAAAAAABc/TtZNRyAuLps/S220/immaturity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358594639850367165.post-1265345600311993504</id><published>2008-08-18T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:52:10.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Birthday blues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;       I can't believe I haven't posted since the Fourth of July!T-T  I feel so guilty!  Although I suppose it's alright, since not much has happened during that time period except - MY FIFTEENTH BIRTHDAY!!!  That's right, man!  I am now officially old enough to drive - even if it's only with a parent.  I wanted to have this grand old birthday slumber party with ten of my most trusted friends.  I was planning on  sleeping out in the backyard in the tent, having an animethon, and staying up as late as we could before we all passed out.  That's what I wanted, but what ended up happening was quite different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;       First of all, although I sent invitations to ten people, only three of them actually came, and then I invited someone else at the last minute.  Then, because I'm so lazy, I didn't get the picture that I wanted on my cake to Dairy Queen until the last minute, so the image on my cake turned out to be a very diluted version of the picture I wanted.  At least it had a dragon on it.  And I saw the cutest Wile E. Coyote cake that I'm definitely going to have next year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;       And then I realized that It was going to cost a good amount of money to rent that many movies for animethon, so I decided on getting the new Alvin and the Chipmunks instead.  Then after the party started, two bad things happened.  First, after we went to bed in the tent, the wind started blowing really hard.  Not long after, it tore a huge hole right where the wall of the tent met the floor of the tent.  We ended up moving campus to the back porch.  Not long after, the rest of the girls decided to jump into the pool - with their clothes on.  After a while, I finally caved in and jumped in too.  It wasn't until after I had jumped in that I remembered that I had my cellphone in my back pocket.  Yeah, oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;       After we finished watching AatC, I brought out a bunch of mangas so that we could have a mangathon if not an animethon.  After a while though, everyone got bored with this and we all went to have a midnight ping pong tournament instead.  Would you believe that I was the only one there with any skills playing ping pong?  After we got bored with that, it was unanimously decided that we would try to pull an all nighter.  To stay awake, we pulled out a game called "Songburst" that I found in my garage.  However, it was only a three player game, so two of my friends - I'll call them M&amp;amp;M - offered to stay out of the game, and ended up falling asleep not long after.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;       The point of Songburst was to try and name as many fifties and sixties songs as you could.  Emileesings and my other friend - I'll call her AJ - turned out to be really good at this game, but I didn't know as many songs as they did, so I was quickly surpassed by them.  I ended up falling asleep around sunrise.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;       When I woke up, I found out that both of them had managed to stay awake all night.  I have absolutely no will power!  After a while, Bobette had to take everyone but AJ home early.  After the others had gone, I showed her this thing on Deviantart called the "Furrie Doll maker", which was basically an online Sonic X doll maker, and we made and named a few OCs.  Then she showed me the music video for Michael Jackson's "Triller" (She's obsessed with him) on Youtube.  It was creepy!  In return, I showed her the music video for Flyleaf's "I'm So Sick".  Now we're both scarred for life.XP  Her mom had to pick her up after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;       I also got some really cool presents, including - but not limited to - a homemade pillowcase with my nickname, "The Dragon Lady", on it, a CD with a mix of songs burned on it, a blue scarf with my name and a dragon drawn in sharpie marker on it, a fifteen dollar Itunes gift card, and a lifetime supply of rubber bands (I collect them).  All in all, I'd have to say I had fun, and that's really all that matters.  It's getting late, and I got around five hours of sleep last night, so I'm gonna turn in.  Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358594639850367165-1265345600311993504?l=obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S8EoNwtVDZI/AAAAAAAAABc/TtZNRyAuLps/S220/immaturity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358594639850367165.post-6770525507181896968</id><published>2008-07-04T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T13:51:03.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;WE GOT A PUPPY!!!!!!!!!  He is the cutest little black lab mix that I've ever seen!!!  The only thing I don't like abut him is the name everyone picked out for him.  I wanted to name him Neo or Elliot, but noooooooo, they had to name him Jake!  They had to pick the most ordinary, boring, lifeless name in the book!  And I told them that I didn't like it too!  Obviously my opinion doesn't matter in this household!  Bobette is the only one who agrees with me!  *sigh*  We're just a couple of losers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;On the plus side, tonight I'm going to the teen swing dance with Emileesings tonight!  After that, I'm sleeping over at her house.  Also, yesterday I got to go see The Kit Kitteridge movie in theaters, and go to Boarders - where I purchased my all time favorite manga EVER - and the mall, where my friends and I gave random high fives to people we didn't know!  It was quite delightful!;3  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Also, before I forget - HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!!!!!!!   And my condolences to Tom Fischbach, author of the Twokinds online comic, for his dad who just died today.  I will be praying for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I've got to go.  Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358594639850367165-6770525507181896968?l=obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/6770525507181896968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2358594639850367165&amp;postID=6770525507181896968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/6770525507181896968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/6770525507181896968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/2008/07/jake.html' title='Jake'/><author><name>~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10137555920707551091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S8EoNwtVDZI/AAAAAAAAABc/TtZNRyAuLps/S220/immaturity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358594639850367165.post-7813846631848006194</id><published>2008-06-30T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:27:57.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression bites!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Have you ever been so depressed that you wanted to cry?  I have.  It isn't fun.  Sometimes I'm so depressed that I actually &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;cry!  I never do it around anyone else though.  The last time anyone else besides me saw me cry was when my great-grandmother died and I broke down in front of Bobette.  That was a year ago.  If  I'm depressed in public then I either shut up, or I snap at everyone.  I guess my depression policy is, "If I'm going to feel bad, then everyone else is going to feel bad with me!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I know that it doesn't sound very christian-like, and I'm sorry if it offends anybody, but that's just how I am.  However, none of my friends have ever seen me cry (for a good reason anyway...).  There are also times when I look around at the world, and I think, "What a horrible place this has become!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;This may be true, but I sill remain remotely optimistic.  Why?  Because if I didn't, then I would miss out on all the good things in life that God has given us!  If I lost my optimism, then what would there be left to hope for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Welp, that's enough droopy, dramatic stuff for today!  On to the comedic stuff!  Yesterday a funny thing happened while Bob Alpha, Bob, and I were in our pool - Bob was doing his best to imitate Curly Joe (you know, from the Three Stooges) and I said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Quit the Three Stooges act!  Although, come to think of it, we are kind of like them - but I'm the smart one!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;It was at that moment that Bob decided to throw the ball that we were playing with, and it hit me in the head before I could react.  I swear, I will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;live that one down!  -_-;  Ah well, I swore Bob Alpha and Bob to secrecy.  I also got an eNORmus sunburn!  It doesn't look as bad as it did, but it hurts like heck!  T-T  I should probably go now - toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358594639850367165-7813846631848006194?l=obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/7813846631848006194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2358594639850367165&amp;postID=7813846631848006194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/7813846631848006194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/7813846631848006194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/2008/06/depression-bites.html' title='Depression bites!'/><author><name>~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10137555920707551091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S8EoNwtVDZI/AAAAAAAAABc/TtZNRyAuLps/S220/immaturity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358594639850367165.post-7953483477020936246</id><published>2008-06-27T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T20:20:24.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Other names...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I just found out that my spy name is "Summer Snapdragon", my witness protection name is "Dawn James", my superhero name is "The Purple Milk", my cartoon name is "Pomegranate Socksie", my hippie name is "Tea Redwood", my rockstar tour name is "The Singing Wind tour 2008", my star wars name is "Jenjo", my soap opera name is "Whitney Olympia", and my gangsta name is "Caramel Caribou Oreo".  .........BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!.  Thanks Emileesings for having this on your blog so I could bum it off of you!XD  Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358594639850367165-7953483477020936246?l=obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/7953483477020936246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2358594639850367165&amp;postID=7953483477020936246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/7953483477020936246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/7953483477020936246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/2008/06/other-names.html' title='Other names...'/><author><name>~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10137555920707551091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S8EoNwtVDZI/AAAAAAAAABc/TtZNRyAuLps/S220/immaturity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358594639850367165.post-71115024531009383</id><published>2008-06-27T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:10:59.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My fanfic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm baaaaaaaack!;3  Today's post is concerning...the internet!  One of the best internet inventions on the whole web has got to be http://www.fanfiction.net!  It is fantastic (no pun intended)!  You can do a search on your favorite book series or TV show and you can almost defiantly find a fanfic on it!  Is that cool or WHAT???  I even have an account on there!  My username is DaAmazingMeepers!  Aren't I cool?!;p  Couldja read and review my story?  I want your opinion!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Another good internet invention is http://www.youtube.com!  I am almost positive that you have been there, but what you need to do is search for "The Almost - Drive There Now".  This band is awesome!!!  Also, you can find almost any episode of any show that exists!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;And then, of course, there's this website!  Obviously, I don't need to give the URL.  I love this place!  Now I can get my feelings across without people tracking me down and killing me!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Anyhoo, on to other subjects - testing!  I did the first day of testing today, and LORD am I glad that this particular one is over!  Can I just say "I hate math"?  Cuz I do!  None the less, it's nessisary.T-T  Ah well...the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; subjects are tomorrow!  I'm signing off now - toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358594639850367165-71115024531009383?l=obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/71115024531009383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2358594639850367165&amp;postID=71115024531009383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/71115024531009383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/71115024531009383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-fanfic.html' title='My fanfic.'/><author><name>~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10137555920707551091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S8EoNwtVDZI/AAAAAAAAABc/TtZNRyAuLps/S220/immaturity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358594639850367165.post-6034216727710402968</id><published>2008-06-26T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:48:22.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Last time I said that I would talk about my family, so here I go!^.^  I am the oldest out of four children.  For the sake of privacy, I will rename everyone in my family.  My dad will be "Bob Alpha",  my mom is "Bobette", my first brother is just "Bob", my sister is "Bob Jo", and my youngest brother is "Bob Jr.".  First of all, Bob Alpha is a Fire Fighter.  He used to be a high school math teacher, but he complained that he wasn't getting paid enough, so he quit.  Bobette was a nurse-in-training before she had me and decided to become a homemaker (As in a mom, not someone who builds houses!XP).  Bob is a lego freak and a complete dork.  Bob Jo is an over-sensitive crybaby, but we still love her.  Finally, Bob Jr. is into Thomas the Tank Engine, and guns.  Meh, he's such a boy!;p  As for me, I'm obsessed with dragons, and I play the electric guitar.  At the moment, Bobette, Bob Jo, and Bob Jr. are at the library, Bob is changing the sprinklers, and Bob Alpha is at work.  And now  must depart, for I am not actually supposed to be on the computer!XD  Peace out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358594639850367165-6034216727710402968?l=obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/6034216727710402968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2358594639850367165&amp;postID=6034216727710402968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/6034216727710402968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/6034216727710402968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10137555920707551091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S8EoNwtVDZI/AAAAAAAAABc/TtZNRyAuLps/S220/immaturity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358594639850367165.post-3757070603460026735</id><published>2008-06-24T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:57:44.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Background Change!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Yay, no more boring old preset template!^o^ - "w00t!"  Now I've got a way coolio one!  Although, this does mean that I have to redo my quote and my poll.-_-'  Oh, and also, just because it's the blog of "Random Craziness", it doesn't mean that I can't be serious.  I will have some lamenting on my part, and don't be surprised if I say "I hate my life." once in a while.  Just know that I don't mean it!:p  Also know that there are only nine people in the world that are not related to me and that I truly trust!  Well, one of them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;related to me, but she doesn't live with me so it doesn't count!  If you want to truly, honest-to-goodness gain my trust, then you must first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Be a nice person.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Like the same things I like.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Meet me in person.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Not make fun of my crush.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Not make fun of people who you think are my crush.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Not force me to do things things that I don't want to do.&lt;br /&gt;7.) Not ignore me when your original circle of friends is around.&lt;br /&gt;8.) Treat me like I'm somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things have/have not happened to me before and it has caused me to be very untrusting to most people.  For example, I was recently at a sleepover, and they were acting like a certain evil someone I know - I'll call her TT1 (for Teaser Trio 1) - and I told them so.  I gave them a freaking lecture for crying out loud!  I had been teased for ages by that person and her little gang, and I did NOT want to reinact that.  After I had said what I wanted to say, they looked at each other - and they laughed.  They LAUGHED!!!  They were completely insensitive!  I have lost faith in all but God, my family, nine other people, and music.  Music is medicine for the soul!  I have to go now, next time I'll tell you more about my family.  Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358594639850367165-3757070603460026735?l=obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/3757070603460026735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2358594639850367165&amp;postID=3757070603460026735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/3757070603460026735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/3757070603460026735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/2008/06/background-change.html' title='Background Change!'/><author><name>~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10137555920707551091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S8EoNwtVDZI/AAAAAAAAABc/TtZNRyAuLps/S220/immaturity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358594639850367165.post-5311956774971354733</id><published>2008-06-20T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T09:38:40.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got it started!XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Yay!  I got it figured out!!!  Now if I could only figure out how to change the background.-_-;  Ah well, in case you haven't figured it out yet I am crazy and obsessive and hyper and insane - and I'm very proud of it!;)  For the stuff that you can't have guessed, I am a Christian so I never swear, I LOVE dragons, I am female, I am a tomboy, and I want to be a vet.  You'll just have to keep watching this thing to find out more!;p  At the moment my friend is reading this over my shoulder, but I don't mind.  Also, just to warn you, I am a talker - or in this case a typer - so you may never find the end of my posts!  Fortunately, I have to go to another friend's house soon so this one won't be too long.  However, you won't get off so easily next time!;p  Here are lists of my likes and dislikes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Likes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;dragons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;posters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;pawky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;fanfics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;rubber bands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;hats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;horses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;pretty much any animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;manga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;drawing manga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;stuffed animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Dislikes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;liver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;spinach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;being grounded (who doesn't???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;and now I must cut this post short(ish) as we are leaving for my buddy!  Au revoir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358594639850367165-5311956774971354733?l=obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/5311956774971354733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2358594639850367165&amp;postID=5311956774971354733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/5311956774971354733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2358594639850367165/posts/default/5311956774971354733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsessedandinsane.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-got-it-startedxd.html' title='I got it started!XD'/><author><name>~The Crazy Hyper Teen:3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10137555920707551091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEdOhcV-cnU/S8EoNwtVDZI/AAAAAAAAABc/TtZNRyAuLps/S220/immaturity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
