<?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-2712604293063581889</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:56:26.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A song falls softly from the light of heaven</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyrequiem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2712604293063581889/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyrequiem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06986508692195919905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2712604293063581889.post-5897132608148655049</id><published>2008-11-17T10:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:58:56.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry but I've honestly had it.&lt;br /&gt;I love you but I can't deal with the immaturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not telling me that you're going to be gone for two months when we have no other form of contact? That's where I draw the line. That isn't fair and you know that. It's common courtesy to let the other side of your relationship know that you're going to be on a hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just. I cannot deal with all of this that's been going on lately.&lt;br /&gt;You deserved better anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday when you've gotten some more life experience under your belt, we can try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, and while I hate to say it, this is the end for us.&lt;br /&gt;Call it taking a break, call it breaking up, whatever name you want to give it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2712604293063581889-5897132608148655049?l=candyrequiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyrequiem.blogspot.com/feeds/5897132608148655049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2712604293063581889&amp;postID=5897132608148655049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2712604293063581889/posts/default/5897132608148655049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2712604293063581889/posts/default/5897132608148655049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyrequiem.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-sorry-but-ive-honestly-had-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06986508692195919905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2712604293063581889.post-2607360986121797550</id><published>2008-10-31T00:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:31:53.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you want me, you'll have to use LJ.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even keep up with that, let alone this too. (Sorry Zee. Dx;; email me or somethin', chica~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, peaceeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2712604293063581889-2607360986121797550?l=candyrequiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyrequiem.blogspot.com/feeds/2607360986121797550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2712604293063581889&amp;postID=2607360986121797550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2712604293063581889/posts/default/2607360986121797550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2712604293063581889/posts/default/2607360986121797550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyrequiem.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-you-want-me-youll-have-to-use-lj.html' title=''/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06986508692195919905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2712604293063581889.post-8784725539235943568</id><published>2008-10-24T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T14:21:14.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You make me want to fucking punch babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2712604293063581889-8784725539235943568?l=candyrequiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyrequiem.blogspot.com/feeds/8784725539235943568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2712604293063581889&amp;postID=8784725539235943568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2712604293063581889/posts/default/8784725539235943568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2712604293063581889/posts/default/8784725539235943568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyrequiem.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-make-me-want-to-fucking-punch.html' title=''/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06986508692195919905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2712604293063581889.post-6323953185329411342</id><published>2008-09-03T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:17:07.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHHHH SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; So my first day of school was today. I'm officially a college freshman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I woke up around 730 this morning to pick Caitlin up for 815 to get to school at 9.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up getting stuck in every possible amount of traffic humanly possible, so as a half-asleep Lemon goes driving through town, swearing all the way, she finally gets to Cait's at 825. I was really pissed off lol. And then it took us like..ten minutes to get out of her driveway. =A=;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we drive up to GCC and I didn't miss the entrance this time, thankfully, and it took us forever to find a place to park to the East building.&lt;br /&gt;So we're walking towards the East building and I hear, "KAAAAAAAAAAATE" and I turn and look to find Helena bounding towards me. We hugged and it turned out that she was in my remedial math course &lt;333 The three of us walked to the class and Cait said that she'd meet me after class to show me where my art classes were going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helena and I grabbed the last two available seats next to each other and our teacher, Jen, gave us the course syllabus and stuff like that, which she continued to go over for most of the remainder of class. One of the other girls at our table, Alexis, said I looked really familiar, and she had looked familiar to me, as well. She asked me if I went to JFK for middle school and I said yes. "Did you know Danielle Long?" "Yep" "Amanda Fleschig?" "Yep; Lindsay Sanderson and Becca Willard?" "Yeah, I was friends with them" "And Annie too, right?"&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much we'd hung out with the same group of friends and I ended up inadvertantly reuniting with a middle school friend. It was really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll drop the class now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came Intro to 2-D Design. My teacher is French. He came from someplace south of Paris and was teaching in Quebec to French students, and he has a really thick French accent. He seems a little on the line of nice and not so friendly, so we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;He dresses really fashionably and clean, he seems like a tidy person, and he just has this air around him that.................well, bluntly, screams gay. When he told us that his wife taught Art History, I was almost taken aback. I KNOW THAT YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO JU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;DGE PEOPLE BEFORE YOU KNOW THEM, BUT SERIOUSLY. ;___;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not only do I need to spend an absolute fortune on art supplies for his class, he also said to expect up to 8 hours of work to be completed outside of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make any friends today in that class. Most of them are guys, actually, and the girls seemed like those stereotypical art students who act really full of themselves. I guess I'll just have to keep to myself, then, which is fine by me. I've done it plenty of times before. I just don't like awkward feelings in my classes...Who knows, maybe I'll be able to make some after all, but for now I think I'll just work by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cait and I got our books during our break between 2nd and 3rd period at the school store. THEY HAD FRUIT SNAAAAACKS~ so I bought some. They were grape-y and delicious. Then we went to Taco Bell down the street and for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;TACOSSSSSSSS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and it was a nice lunch that we ended up having to eat after Color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which actually leads &lt;em&gt;into&lt;/em&gt; Color. &lt;strong&gt;The class is four hours long&lt;/strong&gt;, but I discovered that it's only for half a semester, as well. Color will end on October 29th, while my other classes end on December 23rd, I believeeee. Cait is in my class though, so it should be bearable, regardless of the length of class. Oh, and Color is also expected to have up to 8 hours of work to be completed at home. That PLUS my 8 hours of work for 2-D art?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UMMMM, HI, I CAN'T WORK AND SPEND 16 HOURS ON ART AT THE SAME TIME. ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU PROFESSORS DON'T ACCEPT LATE ASSIGNMENTS. I know I can't get special treatment, but oh my god. &lt;em&gt;Sixteen hours? &lt;/em&gt;I barely spent any more than an hour on anything I ever did at the high school. I know, I know, college is different and when you're in college you barely sleep, but I can't work and do that much homework at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;So that means that I'm going to have to talk to Dave tomorrow and see if he can set me up for weekends and Monday holidays only, until Color ends at least, because I won't be able to handle the workload and school has to come first, no buts about it.&lt;br /&gt;If I have to find a different job that can give me that flexibility, then I'll have to do it. I like working a lax job like I have at Rite Aid, but I can't work 25+ hours a week and have so much homework. I don't think my body could be able to handle late nights like that, especially with &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;immune system, and my English class hasn't even STARTED yet, so who knows how much more time that'll tack on. Math already is another 30mins to 3 hours. &gt;_&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to talk to Mattie for a few days now, because I've been running myself absolutely ragged and I've had no time to myself. I feel bad. Kur called her on the phone when I got home this afternoon (Color went from 1-2 today, since it was introductory) and she voiceclipped her. "Hi baby, I love you, don't stress yourself out too much," or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhhhsdffgdfhg...I hate being too busy to be able to talk to my own &lt;em&gt;girlfriend&lt;/em&gt;. It's retarded. My schedule is too hectic...I really need to find a solution to this.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying and it's only been my first day. Hopefully things will get better... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I've finally begun to write &lt;em&gt;Meeting Again&lt;/em&gt; into fic form. &lt;strong&gt;Does anyone want to beta for me? I'd really appreciate it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that good of a writer, so I want to improve by writing this. I'd really love someone to help me out, since Kaze will probably refuse to read any of the 411 parts of it. 8I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2712604293063581889-6323953185329411342?l=candyrequiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyrequiem.blogspot.com/feeds/6323953185329411342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2712604293063581889&amp;postID=6323953185329411342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2712604293063581889/posts/default/6323953185329411342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2712604293063581889/posts/default/6323953185329411342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyrequiem.blogspot.com/2008/09/ahhhhhhhh-school.html' title='AHHHHHHHH SCHOOL'/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06986508692195919905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2712604293063581889.post-7996773329254040484</id><published>2008-08-03T02:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T02:54:24.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>beachbeachbeach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="ljcut" text="The magnificent trip starts....NOW!"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So this was actually my first time going to a beach. It was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Amber and I had been planning it for a couple of weeks and we finally settled on a date last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and Nate slept over last night and we woke up around 6am to get dressed, go snag some breakfast, and then hit the road to York Beach in Maine.&lt;br /&gt;I went to sleep aroundddd 2am or so, after I fed the cats, changed their water, took a shower, and burned some CDs, which was probably a bad idea because I was really lethargic all day. BUT THAT IS BESIDE THE POINT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Am woke me up at 615 saying that the alarm never went off and we needed to get going. She went to my room and woke Nate up as well and we all got our stuff together and left the house around 7 or so. We drove to her house to get the stuff we needed for the beach and to try to open her shed so that we could bring the boogie board. She couldn't open the shed so we just decided to forget about it and go.&lt;br /&gt;Stopped at Dunkin Donuts after all of that to get breakfast. I got a yummy mocha coolatta and sausage, egg and cheese bagel, Am got a strawberry coolatta and two donuts, and I can't remember what Nate got other than hash browns and a coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN WE GOT ON THE HIGHWAY AND WENT OFF TO MAINE~&lt;br /&gt;We got off on the Kittery exit and went to Yummie's to buy shitloads of candy. I think between the three of us, we spent like... 25$. Poprocks, Spree, Fun Dip, gummy worms, Bottlecaps, GUMMY OCTOPI OMFG, rootbeer barrels, etc. etc. etc. This supply will last us for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic was pretty much nonexistent until we hit Ogunquit, so the ride up was nice. I was awake the entire time, haha. While trying to find the Maine Diner, we just ended up going to Wells Beach instead of York Beach. It was really cloudy and every once in a while it would start to sprinkle a little bit, but the waves were pretty good in size and the tide was coming in. I had a lot of fun diving into the waves and having them crash over me and stuff. I felt like a small child, but it was very enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;The water was ridiculously cold, but it felt really refreshing. There was a lot of seaweed. Nate kept throwing it at me and it'd just stick ;; grossfksdljfsdf&lt;br /&gt;We tried to make sandcastles with the damp sand, but with the tide coming in, it kept washing into them and ruining them. So we just opted to cover my legs and left hand in sand. It looked like I was fapping. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Steakhouse for dinner and it was okay. I got chicken parm and I can't say that it was my favorite thing ever. Especially for like...18$. But whatevah.&lt;br /&gt;We waited in line to get in at 330, when it opened at 4. I had fallen asleep in the car on the 15 minute ride there from the beach, so I was falling over while we were standing waiting, haha;;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THENNNN...we went to Short Sands Beach in York after. And we saw Suky WTFFFFFF. That was the absolute strangest thing ever. He gave us all hugs and asked us how our summers were so far. I guess he, Raeden, Cindy, her brother, and some other kid were staying there in York for the week or something. But still. SO WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;Nate messed around on the skim board for a while and he and I splashed around in the ocean again, before it started pouring and we had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep again in the car on the way home and Am woke me up when we got to my house. She's going to wash my stuff and bring it back to me tomorrow, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire time we were up there, though, all I could really think of was Mattie. How I want to take her there, play in the ocean with her, share our Poprock kisses, run along the beach, make sandcastles. How much fun it would be if she could be there too. Wondering what she was up to throughout the day, if she was okay, if she missed me. I ended up staring at Am's salad at dinner just thinking and she and Nate got creeped out. (I have this tendency to stop blinking when I'm thinking about things. XD;)&lt;br /&gt;But I want to. I want for her to come see me and to be able to take her to the beaches there. It'd be a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all in all, my first beach experience was fun, even though it was really, really cloudy. I also somehow managed to get sunburnt even with there being absolutely no sun and gray-black skies. (???????????)&lt;br /&gt;I'm now covered in freckles.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to be able to go back there again soon~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I need to sleep. I was gonna pull an allnighter, but I'm too exhausted @__@;&lt;br /&gt;Parents come home this afternoon. ffffffffffffIt was nice not having anyone around here while it lasted. Back to the normal annoying, not peaceful life that I'm used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe pics from the trip soon~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2712604293063581889-7996773329254040484?l=candyrequiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyrequiem.blogspot.com/feeds/7996773329254040484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2712604293063581889&amp;postID=7996773329254040484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2712604293063581889/posts/default/7996773329254040484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2712604293063581889/posts/default/7996773329254040484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2712604293063581889.post-2341186973893025918</id><published>2008-07-13T09:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:24:38.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay I lied and am too lazy to make a meaningful post, because I suck. I ALSO NEED TO FINISH PAINTING MY NAILS.&lt;br /&gt;But before I go do that, HERE IS A GIANT QUIZ THINGGGGGGGGGGGggggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;Single or Taken: Taken ♥&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: Zero&lt;br /&gt;Eye color: Hazel. LIKE. THE COLOR-CHANGING KIND OF HAZEL. They're more green right now.&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 11 womens, 10 mens&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'10''&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now?: Blue, teal, lime green and black polka dotted bathing suit top, white tank top, grey sweatpants-type capris.&lt;br /&gt;Righty or lefty: Righty.&lt;br /&gt;Can you make a dollar in change right now: ...maybe, depending upon whether or not I can find it all scattered around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES&lt;br /&gt;Kind of trousers: jeans&lt;br /&gt;Number: 3, 7, 11, 333 lol&lt;br /&gt;Animal: Pandassssss&lt;br /&gt;Drink (alcoholic): I like white wine, haha.&lt;br /&gt;(non-alcoholic): Oranginaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Sport: Soccer, basketball, hockey.&lt;br /&gt;Month: Any month that it snows. Which, in New England, can range from October-April lmao&lt;br /&gt;Juice: Hmmm. I like apple and orange the same.&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon Character: FREAKAZOID ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;Given anyone a bath: lol, Melina and I tried giving her sister, Maya, a bath when she was younger once. We totally failed because she kept flailing around.&lt;br /&gt;Bungee Jumped? No ogod heightsssssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;Made yourself throw-up? Nevernevernevernvererfsdhjsgkfbljklgjsdlkfj&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping? No lol&lt;br /&gt;Eaten a dog? ...........LOLSFJKLSJKJKSLFJLK&lt;br /&gt;Loved someone so much it made you cry? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone? ... [counts] 8&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane? A couple of times. I get nervous and feel kinda sick taking off and landing, though XD;&lt;br /&gt;Came close to dying? 3 times when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;Been in a sauna? Nop.&lt;br /&gt;Been in a hotub? Once or twice&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean? No D;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at school: LMAO STORY OF MY SENIOR YEAR PLZ.&lt;br /&gt;Ran away? When I was younger.......and by running away, meaning taking my blankie and teddy and sitting underneath the row of pine trees in our yard lol.&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart? [shrugs]&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died? Mhm.&lt;br /&gt;Cried in school? Only once. During a presentation in my Writing class, because I had to present a report on suicide, when a close family friend, who I looked up to like an older brother, had accidentally killed himself the year before. I still feel like crying when I think about him.&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair? LOL haha yeah. Mostly my bed though, because I lose my balance easily lol&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call? No&lt;br /&gt;Saved IM conversations? I have them on auto-save.&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails? Only if I need them for something later/they have important shit in them.&lt;br /&gt;Used someone? I would never.&lt;br /&gt;Been cheated on? Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS ...&lt;br /&gt;Your good luck charm? A little wooden heart. ... thinking about it, I don't remember where it is, though ;____________________;&lt;br /&gt;What is beside you? phone, packs of soda on the floor, garbage can lol ew [in the kitchen]&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you ate? Chocochip waffles&lt;br /&gt;What kind of shampoo/conditioner? Uhhh idk what's in the shower right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVER HAD..&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: No&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: LMFAO ACTUALLY YES. I SMACKED MY FACE AGAINST MY FRIEND'S KNEE SO HARD THAT I BROKE IT XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD [RETARDED]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love at first sight? Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in Long distant relationships? It can work out if both people try hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;Like school? Sometimes. [ADMITTED IT.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person that called you? UHHHHHH, Amber, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you danced with? pssht idk&lt;br /&gt;Who makes you smile the most? Kaze, Amber, Jimmy, Fluffoboh&lt;br /&gt;Who knows you the best? Kaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like filling these out? Depends&lt;br /&gt;Do you have glasses or contact lenses? Reading glasses.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like yourself? Not really&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your family? Also not really, lol. Pretty much just my cousin, Carolyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive Compulsive? Only when it comes to cleaning things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do yesterday? RANDOM_ROWWWWWwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;Gotten any awards? Uhhhh a certificate and art kit from making state finalist in that Google contest.&lt;br /&gt;What car/truck do you wish to have? [shrugs] As long as it works and has good mileage, idc&lt;br /&gt;Good driver? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;Have a lava lamp? When I was younger. Jam broke it though, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;How many remote controls are in your house? ...two? Three?&lt;br /&gt;What was you last dream about? Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I actually don't remember what I dreamed about last night.&lt;br /&gt;When you last showered? Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Scary or Funny Movies? ffffBoth&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla? Vanillers.&lt;br /&gt;Skiing or Boarding? lol I can't do either&lt;br /&gt;Summer or winter? Winter.&lt;br /&gt;Sprite or 7up? Sprite.&lt;br /&gt;Coffee or sweet tea? bleh... I like iced tea.&lt;br /&gt;Phone or in person? Of those choices, in person. I feel awkward talking on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY DID YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you liked? Mmhm~ well, friend-like anyways. Kazebuuuuuuuuu &gt;w&lt;&gt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed? A black hole&lt;br /&gt;Favorite sports to watch? Hockey&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Locations? Basement, shower, water.&lt;br /&gt;Piercing/Tattoos? Ears. I want to get snakebites or something too, though, at some point.&lt;br /&gt;What are you most scared of right now? Nothing as of riiiight now.&lt;br /&gt;Are you lonely right now? [shrugs]&lt;br /&gt;Song that's stuck in your head right now? ... [snorts] My Ballz by D-12 and Eminem. XDD ufgfhdjlk&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever played strip poker? No. But we played Padiddle on the way to Boston. I was stripped to my pants and the ace bandage binding my chest for my Marlu cosplay haha.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been beaten up? I beat someone ELSE up, lmao &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on radio/TV? Not that I know of?&lt;br /&gt;Ever liked someone, but thought they never noticed you? Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINAL QUESTIONS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what color is your underwear right now? White with green stripes lol&lt;br /&gt;The first things you notice about the SAME sex? [shrugs]&lt;br /&gt;Your Favorite Food? Pasta, squid.&lt;br /&gt;Ever get so drunk you don't remember the night before? Never been.&lt;br /&gt;Hair color? Light brown.&lt;br /&gt;Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn? I like it with olive oil and salt P:&lt;br /&gt;Dogs or cats? Kitties&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Flower? Lilies, roses, lotuses.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fired a gun? No&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to travel by plane as opposed to car? Car takes longer usually, but I like it better since I'm afraid of heights.&lt;br /&gt;How many pillows do you sleep with? Three. One under my back, one under my head and one vertically placed next to me so that I can latch onto it when I roll over in my sleep, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Who are you missing right now? Uhhhhhhh&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2712604293063581889-2341186973893025918?l=candyrequiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyrequiem.blogspot.com/feeds/2341186973893025918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2712604293063581889&amp;postID=2341186973893025918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2712604293063581889/posts/default/2341186973893025918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2712604293063581889/posts/default/2341186973893025918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyrequiem.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-plan-on-making-big-post-when-i-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06986508692195919905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2712604293063581889.post-8920847238449821420</id><published>2008-07-11T12:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:12:26.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM_ROW!!!!! D:&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So Kaze made me join the random_row roleplay community on Livejournal. SO AMAZING. I nabbed a bunch of characters, with more to come in the future, I'm sure. So far I've grabbeddddd...&lt;br /&gt;Gintoki - Gintama&lt;br /&gt;Kubota - Wild Adapter/Executive Committee&lt;br /&gt;Hakkai - Saiyuki&lt;br /&gt;Marluxia - Kingdom Hearts&lt;br /&gt;And I've got Sai/X from Neuro on reserve until I find icons and catch up with the manga, which I plan on doing on my next day off [Tuesday, I think?].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO GO JOIN NOW! We need more Kingdom Hearts and Gintama RPers, most definitely! Maybe Saiyuki, too. ;D&lt;br /&gt;It's a lot of fun, and everyone is pretty nice, too ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;EDIT: and now Paako too, because what is Gintoki without his okama bar counterpart? fklajsk XDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2712604293063581889-8920847238449821420?l=candyrequiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyrequiem.blogspot.com/feeds/8920847238449821420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2712604293063581889&amp;postID=8920847238449821420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2712604293063581889/posts/default/8920847238449821420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2712604293063581889/posts/default/8920847238449821420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyrequiem.blogspot.com/2008/07/randomrow-d.html' title='RANDOM_ROW!!!!! D:&lt;'/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06986508692195919905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2712604293063581889.post-2822917163575405091</id><published>2008-06-18T20:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:26:43.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of the monthly meds report lol P:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I was started on Accutane uhhhhh last month to clear up my skin, which may I add is doing absolute wooonders. It's practically clear already, just two on my chin now. Compared to chin, cheeks, forehead, etc. I'm really impressed P:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes side effects! Nothing really bad; my lips are horribly chapped and I have trouble opening my mouth past a certain point so it's hard to laugh, eat or smile without cracking them and having them bleed XD; yucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over my blood work yesterday at the dermatologist and it turns out that I'm anemic :D;; so I have to take an iron supplement now, since it's too hard trying to find a multivitamin without vitamin A in it e__e;; I kind of suspected that though. I've been paler and more tired than usual, and gram was noting how my nail beds were really pale. And then there was my period of intense ice chewing that has sprouted up... haha.&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Jones also wanted me to get my thyroid checked just in case. She asked me if I was having lower back pain, but I said no...even though...I have, ehheeh... I wonder if that's a bad thing e__e... idk I just automatically said no. Well, if it persists I'll just tell her next month... &gt;3&gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the Meeting Again RP on Tegaki now! :D It's tons of fun and even though we've only been doing it today, we've got about three time periods going at once. Sora's heartless is so damn cute, haha XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HOLY SHIT LATEST EPISODE OF GHOST HUNTERS @A@A@A@A@@A@A@A@A@!!!!!! THE FULL BODY APPARITION THEY CAUGHT ON THE THERMAL AHHHHHHHHHHHHH. That gave me such crazy chills aughhhhh XDDD aksdfjas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start working tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And I have to get up at 10am to go shopping for something for Kristin's wedding on Saturday.........or is it Caitlin....................motherfuck. I don't even know my god damn cousins apart '''OTL... [fail.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2712604293063581889-2822917163575405091?l=candyrequiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyrequiem.blogspot.com/feeds/2822917163575405091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2712604293063581889&amp;postID=2822917163575405091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2712604293063581889/posts/default/2822917163575405091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2712604293063581889/posts/default/2822917163575405091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyrequiem.blogspot.com/2008/06/start-of-monthly-meds-report-lol-p.html' title='Start of the monthly meds report lol P:'/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06986508692195919905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2712604293063581889.post-2569134235825213297</id><published>2008-05-28T09:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:26:22.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>urhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've been staying up waaay too late these past few days. 5am? WTF? I fuckin' watched the sun start to rise before I slept XDD;; Jeez.. gotta start trying to sleep earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Since school ended-- okay, more like a week and a half before school ended-- I've just completely lost my sense of time. Went to bed around 5am on Monday after staying up RPing and talking with my Kelskels and stuff...time went by really fast.&lt;br /&gt;Had to bail on lunch plans with Chloe, Etienne and Jolis this afternoon 'cause I suck and thought that it was Wednesday. But seeing as how it's Thursday, I had to babysit. And Kevin was being a huge brat today. Slamming doors and shit. I was getting really pissed off. He went outside and started playing in the dirt and so I went out and I was like wtf @__@... so he came over and I asked him if he would please wash his hands and face before his mom got home and he was like, "well. my brother is gonna be here first." and I was like, "................................it doesn't matter who it is, you still need to wash up, please" and he just sat there until I asked a third time. &gt;__&gt; and he didn't even wash up properly =_= I was getting realllllly irritated, so I just took a mini-nap.&lt;br /&gt;He also kept eating after I told him no more snacks. He's allowed one a day, but he just raids the kitchen nonstop, even when I tell him to knock it off. It really pisses me off, and this is why I don't like children. I thought that this boy was different from all of the other little kids I've ever met, but I guess I was wrong &gt;__&gt;;; wtfever, I'm praying to fucking god I get hired at Rite Aid so I can stop babysitting e___e;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... lets see... Senior week was this week.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was Prom, which I skipped out on because I didn't feel like dealing with that. Yesterday was the family picnic, which I reluctantly went to with Mom, Dad and G-ma. Met up with Am and Kacie n' stuff. Saw Austin's dad and he was like, "Katie Vassallo, you cut off all your hair!" and I was like, "yahhhh it was too hot" and he said it looked nice and I thanked him and snagged a Grape water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was the senior breakfast and they had gross waffles, school sausage and like. Watermelon that was the consistency of rubber @__@;; so I didn't really eat anything...and everyone ended up leaving me alone at the tablet when they got their caps and gowns lol...since their names were called before mine (since I'm at the end of the alphabet and all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a haircut on Wednesday too. My neck is nice and cool now. My parents hate it but wtfever e____e&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCseBuTXC_E/SD9Ie0cFtYI/AAAAAAAAABE/UuZK0WP0Aks/s1600-h/IMG000321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCseBuTXC_E/SD9Ie0cFtYI/AAAAAAAAABE/UuZK0WP0Aks/s320/IMG000321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205959388573316482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol looking like a boy gj Kim for cutting it shorter than I asked =w=;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anooo... I felt like I wanted to say more.. but can't remember... D:.. oh well&lt;br /&gt;Update again this weekend or sth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2712604293063581889-2569134235825213297?l=candyrequiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyrequiem.blogspot.com/feeds/2569134235825213297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2712604293063581889&amp;postID=2569134235825213297' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2712604293063581889/posts/default/2569134235825213297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2712604293063581889/posts/default/2569134235825213297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyrequiem.blogspot.com/2008/05/urhh.html' title='urhh'/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06986508692195919905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCseBuTXC_E/SD9Ie0cFtYI/AAAAAAAAABE/UuZK0WP0Aks/s72-c/IMG000321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2712604293063581889.post-484924280790038384</id><published>2008-05-25T00:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T16:36:49.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So we've been playing a lot in Meeting_Again, and it's lots of fun. I'm having such a good time laughing and rping with everyone. I missed it, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Having everyone together again. There's nothing that could make me any more content than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cats have a really bad case of fleas. Mom -just- bought them Frontline and put it on them last night after, what, a month? I'm covered head to toe in flea bites and I'm so itchy and uncomfortable ugh. I hate it. I have about 23 bites on my left leg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. Benadryl only helps for so long, and they're unsightly.&lt;br /&gt;I've been wearing pants in this absurd heat that just decided to drop like a bomb onto us to cover them, but not it's just -too- hot, so I can't anymore. Gross. Grossgrossgross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to speak with my dermatologist about some of the moles on arm and chest, because they've changed significantly in shape and size, and dad's a bit worried, since all types of cancers are present in our family's history and all that jazz. I'm not too phased by it, though. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmm what elseeee. Finished those icons for our Desuland family finally. Making a few extras for Foxfox, Am, Dayna and Kelsey.&lt;br /&gt;Graduation is four days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd here's a doodle~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCseBuTXC_E/SDsfBUcFtXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/W7OmnggM9dg/s1600-h/121177741263-1452.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCseBuTXC_E/SDsfBUcFtXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/W7OmnggM9dg/s320/121177741263-1452.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204787901883594098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2712604293063581889-484924280790038384?l=candyrequiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyrequiem.blogspot.com/feeds/484924280790038384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2712604293063581889&amp;postID=484924280790038384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2712604293063581889/posts/default/484924280790038384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2712604293063581889/posts/default/484924280790038384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyrequiem.blogspot.com/2008/05/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06986508692195919905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCseBuTXC_E/SDsfBUcFtXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/W7OmnggM9dg/s72-c/121177741263-1452.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2712604293063581889.post-6488461772247588098</id><published>2008-05-22T17:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T17:53:43.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So, school ended yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of weird to be done with high school, but cool too, I guess. It's a new journey that's starting and all that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm a little bit sad to be leaving my close underclassmen friends behind, as well as the few teachers that I really got close to during my four year stay, but...I'm glad at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I said goodbye to Basa, Harpo, and Ms. McCormick, crying and giving/getting hugs. Keishla took a few pictures of me solo and with Helena, and she cried, giving us hugs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ollie made me give him my address and birthday so he could send me a present. Those like.. damn.. black, fake snakeskin pants he brought to school and showed me that one time XDDDD and then I drew him a bunch of dinosaurs in silver paintpen on a piece of black construction paper. He said he was gonna hang it on his wall and that he didn't want me to leave because class was going to be super boring without me there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;At lunch, Kacie, Amber and I rolled down the hill behind the school for the last time. We were covered in dirt, grass stains, and leaves n stuff. We spent the remainder of lunch picking pieces of dandelion out of Kacie's hair lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Graduation is on Friday. I'm sort of ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here comes the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2712604293063581889-6488461772247588098?l=candyrequiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyrequiem.blogspot.com/feeds/6488461772247588098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2712604293063581889&amp;postID=6488461772247588098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2712604293063581889/posts/default/6488461772247588098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2712604293063581889/posts/default/6488461772247588098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyrequiem.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-school-ended-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06986508692195919905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2712604293063581889.post-6278764775619170379</id><published>2008-05-09T15:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T10:20:41.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I moved from LJ to here so that my friends who &lt;em&gt;don't &lt;/em&gt;use LJ can now see my posts -coughZeecough- :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lots and lots of things have been going on these past couple of days, all of which have been way overwhelming. First off was trying to get all of my attendance stuff squared away, which like...I still need to get notes for and all that. I asked Lombardi whether or not I could use parent notes, since I wasn't seen at the doctor every single time and he was just like, "We'll see where it goes from there" and walked away and I was just like, "........... wut."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then on Tuesday after school I had bloodwork. The nurse found my vein right away, but I guess my blood was thin this time because it didn't stop bleeding for like...two hours afterwards. Not really sure if that was really why, or if that was a bad sign, but okiedoke. My appointment with Dr. Jones is on this Tuesday coming up, so I think I'll be getting the Accutane prescription when I go. Kinda not looking forward to any of the warned side effects, but awkay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then yesterday was one of the craziest things I think has ever happened to me ever.&lt;br /&gt;Ms. McCormick was like, "Hey Kate, come here a minute, there's something I think you might want to see" and I thought she was gonna go, "HAHA YOU HAVE A BIG FAT ZEROOOOOO ON YOUR FONT ASSIGNMENT!" because I kept forgetting to hand it in. Instead, she handed me a piece of paper and when I read it, I think my heart jumped a little bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Back in March, we entered Google's "Doodle4Google" contest for their new logo to the theme of "What If..." along with thousands of other schools across the country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was chosen as a state finalist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ohhh my goodness. I didn't, and still don't, really know what to do with myself. I'm really surprised and I feel bad at the same time because I didn't actually spend more than an hour on it... and I handed it into class three days late... LOL;;;; but I'm still really really honored. I think that's it though, from reading the website. I guess that uh..regional winners were already picked on that same day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;State is still really cool, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've gotten a lot of congrats from my teachers who know about it, and I guess Ms. McCormick will be putting an announcement about it in the school bulletin next week so that the students and faculty will all vote for me. @A@;; I also got a call from Melina congratulating me this afternoon also. I was really happy to hear from her; I guess we're gonna hang out next weekend &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Amber and I did a small photoshoot on Wednesday afternoon at Child's Park. The Rose Garden still hasn't bloomed, but the tulips were in full bloom~ so we took some around the park and did double shots when we got back to my house. Here are some of my favorites~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii215/snow_blossoms/cosplay%20plz/n1238610265_30141750_3959-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Laying in the area that the tulip garden was~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii215/snow_blossoms/cosplay%20plz/n1238610265_30141744_2013-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Did those mean people hurt you?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The rest of the photos can be found here: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2004241&amp;amp;l=01677&amp;amp;id=1238610265"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2004241&amp;amp;l=01677&amp;amp;id=1238610265&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I look really stupid in most of the pictures though haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okay bye for now -blowkisses-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2712604293063581889-6278764775619170379?l=candyrequiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candyrequiem.blogspot.com/feeds/6278764775619170379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2712604293063581889&amp;postID=6278764775619170379' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2712604293063581889/posts/default/6278764775619170379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2712604293063581889/posts/default/6278764775619170379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candyrequiem.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-i-moved-from-lj-to-here-so-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lemon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06986508692195919905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii215/snow_blossoms/cosplay%20plz/th_n1238610265_30141750_3959-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
