<?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-23146476</id><updated>2012-01-24T08:29:46.798-08:00</updated><category term='story'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='names'/><category term='Sick'/><category term='birthday fun'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='movies'/><category term='24 Fitness'/><category term='parties'/><category term='toes'/><category term='language'/><category term='Video games'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Life changes'/><category term='Goals'/><category term='Mirgraine'/><category term='Tired'/><category term='rawr'/><category term='laughter'/><category term='to do list'/><category term='errands'/><category term='dancing'/><category term='church'/><category term='plan'/><category term='Rilo Kiley'/><category term='Drawing'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='San Francisco'/><category term='ice skating'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='Brady'/><category term='popples'/><category term='Pie'/><category term='Likeable things'/><category term='Knee'/><category term='Cake'/><category term='traffic'/><category term='lolcats'/><category term='headache'/><category term='Litote'/><category term='friends'/><category term='School'/><category term='Painting'/><title type='text'>World Famous Drawer and Fake-Sleeper Reports</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>326</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-324606543104562588</id><published>2011-10-21T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T23:37:20.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Lately, my heart has been brimming with love. Not romantic love, but the kind of love you feel for your family and friends. And I seem to feel it for everyone. Everyone is a worthy creature, deserving of kindness and genuine smiles and affection. My chest feels open and light, like an atrium in a sparkling morning. Light, air, and a warm echo, beckoning to me. Everything resonates within me now, and feels wonderful. It's made me a much happier person. Overwhelmed by love and deep rooted happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like this back when I was in high school, I remember. I had sad feelings, but they didn't seem to matter and certainly weren't things you mentioned to others outside your family. Not sure what happened, but I think someone told me not to "suppress my emotions" and I was kind of made to speak out my negative emotions. In retrospect, a bad plan. I voiced them to my family, expressed them in my art--it was none of his business who I shared me emotions with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here I am again, feeling the freeness of spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I want to attribute it to my new job. I got a job at a company I've wanted to work at pretty much forever. It's amazing. I feel so blessed and lucky to be there. Everyone is fun and pleasant and kind to me. How can I be unhappy there? I can't. It's exactly what I wanted and needed. Money problems, gone. Insurance woes, vanished. Company of understanding friends, achieved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I see the world in hues of gold and pink now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-324606543104562588?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/324606543104562588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=324606543104562588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/324606543104562588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/324606543104562588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2011/10/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-4425535085038393075</id><published>2011-05-24T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T00:59:56.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The precipice</title><content type='html'>Having only graduated from something once before in my life, I am not very experienced at it, and the last time I did was 6 years ago, so I have forgotten pretty much everything. Luckily, I don't have to do much but wear a silly gown and a square hat, walk across a stage, shake a hand, and look pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always the after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're supposed to start working and be an adult. But THAT is something I have never done before. Nor have I done this no-school thing, either. Not going back at the end of a summer? WEIRD. Almost panic worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to say other than I'm a bit worried about what I'll do with myself (I mean, all I &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to do is draw all day, but that doesn't get me fed).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-4425535085038393075?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/4425535085038393075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=4425535085038393075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/4425535085038393075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/4425535085038393075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2011/05/precipice.html' title='The precipice'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-4071699010783735088</id><published>2011-02-07T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T11:03:00.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Likes</title><content type='html'>Some thing's I really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band &lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/heart/id6933421?uo=4" target="itunes_store"&gt;Stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual &lt;a href="http://grizzlyhugs.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/stars-sky-lg.jpg"&gt;stars&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The web-comic &lt;a href="http://www.scarygoround.com/"&gt;Bad Machinery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice looped studded belts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind chimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light through glass or crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fresh pillowcase&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-4071699010783735088?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/4071699010783735088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=4071699010783735088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/4071699010783735088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/4071699010783735088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2011/02/likes.html' title='Likes'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-8683111069835319734</id><published>2010-03-24T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:54:08.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My art</title><content type='html'>I'm selling some here, for super low prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop/allibthomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go buy one! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-8683111069835319734?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/8683111069835319734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=8683111069835319734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/8683111069835319734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/8683111069835319734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-art.html' title='My art'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-6000764398838157373</id><published>2010-01-17T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:43:29.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Size Me</title><content type='html'>I watched Super Size Me for the first time today. Probably not the best day to watch it, as I've been nauseated all day, but all the same... I watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to say I almost never eat McDonald's. The only McDonald's I do eat are their soft serves, and I have one of those every 6 months or so. Nom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't eat well. I don't eat veggies or fruits very often, mostly because I have some stomach problems that limit which F&amp;amp;V I can eat, so I tend to steer clear all together. But I should make an effort. Maybe I can't eat tomatoes, but I can eat all the other veggies. Maybe I can't eat citrus, but I can eat the other fruit. I'm that lazy, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I started going to SJSU, I've started eating fast food more. They have a Burger King right by my classes. I succumb frequently, if I have money on hand (which is rare, actually).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am going to make a new goal. For the next 30 days I will not eat any fast food. The only places I will eat out at will be sit down restaurants, and my portions will be small. At home, I'm going to really push my family to keep fruits and veggies in stock. It's going to be hard for me, especially with my addiction to cake and chocolate muffins. But I can handle this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-6000764398838157373?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/6000764398838157373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=6000764398838157373&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/6000764398838157373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/6000764398838157373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2010/01/super-size-me.html' title='Super Size Me'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-4264232857275122407</id><published>2010-01-05T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T22:51:44.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehow, this slipped my mind</title><content type='html'>I forgot to publicly announce the start of my first, official, webcomic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://collide.smackjeeves.com/"&gt;http://collide.smackjeeves.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Update: that comic address is no longer where my comic is hosted. If you go there, you'll find someone else's comic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may or may not have seen the link for it around. But there it is. Officially. At this point it is 34 pages long. So few pages, and so far to go. So very, very far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to do this! I love this story!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-4264232857275122407?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/4264232857275122407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=4264232857275122407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/4264232857275122407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/4264232857275122407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2010/01/somehwo-this-slipped-my-mind.html' title='Somehow, this slipped my mind'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-3886710308560097468</id><published>2010-01-01T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T02:12:44.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Well, it's the new year. I decided I should do some resolutions--I never really have before. This will be much more official, and I can come back at the end of the year and see what I did. All right, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Continue Collide, without fail&lt;br /&gt;-Move out of my parents house&lt;br /&gt;-Sell art at a con&lt;br /&gt;-Finish editing my manuscript&lt;br /&gt;-Be a better friend (aka, hang out with peeps more--I'm such a recluse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I'll probably be back to edit more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-3886710308560097468?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/3886710308560097468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=3886710308560097468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/3886710308560097468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/3886710308560097468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-4160895268597389623</id><published>2009-12-25T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T14:36:50.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>I am making few appearances here, I know. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was awesome this year. Mostly, I was excited to give my gifts to my family. It went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad got a set of paintings of the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;Mom got a hard to find book of BoM paintings.&lt;br /&gt;Gordon got Halo: ODST&lt;br /&gt;Brock got a bike&lt;br /&gt;Laura got a pencil drawing of a scene from her book.&lt;br /&gt;Karren got a book of Haikus written by her friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;Stu got a bear with a little doctor's coat and stethoscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very happy to give them those presents, as most of them were a result of a long time of planning and careful execution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some neat-o things too!&lt;br /&gt;A camera and case&lt;br /&gt;A playskool flashlight, with red/green light features&lt;br /&gt;Leggings&lt;br /&gt;Lots of gift cards&lt;br /&gt;Candy!&lt;br /&gt;Earrings&lt;br /&gt;A lovely necklace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^__^ So, happy Christmas, all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-4160895268597389623?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/4160895268597389623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=4160895268597389623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/4160895268597389623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/4160895268597389623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-2059035890209765987</id><published>2009-11-30T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:35:00.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Applesauce?</title><content type='html'>Three people ask the same question (what's 2 divided by 3?) and get different answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applesauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And each of their answers makes sense to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-2059035890209765987?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/2059035890209765987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=2059035890209765987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2059035890209765987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2059035890209765987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/11/applesauce.html' title='Applesauce?'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-7581726844020567789</id><published>2009-10-25T17:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T13:33:36.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert and Interview</title><content type='html'>So last night I went to The Sounds' concert in San Francisco. I went mostly to see Shiny Toy Guns, though, as I had arranged to interview Jeremy (keyboardist) after their set. As a result, I missed most of The Sounds set. But it's okay, I interviewed Jeremy for 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun and crazy and I recorded the entire interview on my phone. I've been transcribing for a while now, but it's only a few minutes into the interview. I have a lot more to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once it's edited, I'll post a copy up here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: &lt;br /&gt;Here it is! It has swears in it, I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/n5HcOZl_MFc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-7581726844020567789?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/7581726844020567789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=7581726844020567789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/7581726844020567789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/7581726844020567789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/10/concert-and-interview.html' title='Concert and Interview'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/n5HcOZl_MFc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-2498738077557268378</id><published>2009-10-20T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:52:21.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APE? Yes.</title><content type='html'>I went to APE con. Here's the down low:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/St6hip5paGI/AAAAAAAAAag/r79_htBDH28/s1600-h/APE+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/St6hip5paGI/AAAAAAAAAag/r79_htBDH28/s400/APE+2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394927020371699810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-2498738077557268378?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/2498738077557268378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=2498738077557268378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2498738077557268378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2498738077557268378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/10/ape-yes.html' title='APE? Yes.'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/St6hip5paGI/AAAAAAAAAag/r79_htBDH28/s72-c/APE+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-1966451982404007071</id><published>2009-10-13T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:50:22.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Error page win!</title><content type='html'>I came across this somewhere and quickly snatched it up. Take a gander!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/StVYgjnizhI/AAAAAAAAAaY/4KJo2ciJ3is/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2009-10-13+at+9.09.28+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/StVYgjnizhI/AAAAAAAAAaY/4KJo2ciJ3is/s400/Screen+shot+2009-10-13+at+9.09.28+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392313445186194962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-1966451982404007071?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/1966451982404007071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=1966451982404007071&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/1966451982404007071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/1966451982404007071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/10/error-page-win.html' title='Error page win!'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/StVYgjnizhI/AAAAAAAAAaY/4KJo2ciJ3is/s72-c/Screen+shot+2009-10-13+at+9.09.28+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-6485200383509377588</id><published>2009-10-13T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:43:22.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen up!</title><content type='html'>I was recently exposed to an artist whose style speaks volumes to me. So I wrote this entry in my art blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://bit.ly/14B5ml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's frustrating having a dream and trying to balance it between school and a social life. School has to come first above the other two, and I usually end up sacrificing socialness to work on the dream. Not that I aim to avoid being with my friends, because I really want to be with them. So often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's hard finding time to balance myself. Like I can't really draw until Wednesday evening--when my essays will be done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gr, 3 essays due on Wednesday. Gr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-6485200383509377588?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/6485200383509377588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=6485200383509377588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/6485200383509377588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/6485200383509377588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/10/listen-up.html' title='Listen up!'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-2895074347270039805</id><published>2009-10-09T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:22:50.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little things</title><content type='html'>I really enjoy life. Sometimes, as humans are prone to do, I forget. But some little thing will remind me how awesome it is. So here's somethings I like to rely on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold Honey Bunches of Oats w/Milk&lt;br /&gt;A finely sharpened pencil&lt;br /&gt;Marbles&lt;br /&gt;Knitting&lt;br /&gt;Wind chimes&lt;br /&gt;The first sip of new soda&lt;br /&gt;Sunbathing on the carpet in the quiet house&lt;br /&gt;Origami&lt;br /&gt;Brisk wind&lt;br /&gt;Scarves&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight making green leaves glow&lt;br /&gt;Caterpillars &lt;br /&gt;A clean bathroom&lt;br /&gt;A new fan of my art&lt;br /&gt;Brady hugs&lt;br /&gt;Blankets far larger than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was frustrating and disappointing so I needed some time to enjoy life a little. I feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-2895074347270039805?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/2895074347270039805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=2895074347270039805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2895074347270039805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2895074347270039805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-things.html' title='Little things'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-3584896622793736755</id><published>2009-10-03T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T23:47:16.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><title type='text'>Life accomplishments</title><content type='html'>My sister has a list of 100 things she wants to accomplish in her life. This is my attempt at seeing how many things I hope to accomplish in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get Married&lt;br /&gt;2. Have kids&lt;br /&gt;3. Live in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;4. Publish a novel&lt;br /&gt;5. Publish a graphic novel series&lt;br /&gt;6. Learn to drive stick shift&lt;br /&gt;7. Become accomplished on the guitar&lt;br /&gt;8. Learn to the play the Piano&lt;br /&gt;9. Sing in a band (Just once, doesn't have to be famous)&lt;br /&gt;10. Have a booth at ComicCon&lt;br /&gt;11. Shoot a handgun&lt;br /&gt;12. Ride a Bullet Bike&lt;br /&gt;13. Learn Japanese&lt;br /&gt;14. Go to Japan&lt;br /&gt;15. Get a Bachelors Degree&lt;br /&gt;16. Get a Masters Degree&lt;br /&gt;17. Hike a Volcano&lt;br /&gt;18. Go to all 50 states&lt;br /&gt;19. Roadtrip with a friend&lt;br /&gt;20. Travel across Europe&lt;br /&gt;21. Go to Australia&lt;br /&gt;22. Teach English in Japan&lt;br /&gt;23. Go through the temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del&gt;24. Knit/Crochet a hat&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Make something out of glass&lt;br /&gt;26. Learn to dance&lt;br /&gt;27. Make a quilt&lt;br /&gt;28. See my siblings all married and become parents&lt;br /&gt;29. Finish illustrating Collide&lt;br /&gt;30. Illustrate at least 3 graphic novel stories&lt;br /&gt;31. Learn to snowboard or ski&lt;br /&gt;32. Meet the Prophet&lt;br /&gt;33. Hold a monkey&lt;br /&gt;34. Learn Welsh&lt;br /&gt;35. See my children married in the temple&lt;br /&gt;36. See my sons go on missions&lt;br /&gt;37. Have grandchildren&lt;br /&gt;38. Go on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;39. Meet Kazu Kibuishi &amp; wife, Amy Kim Ganter&lt;br /&gt;40. Have a short story in a comic anthology&lt;br /&gt;41. Be a missionary&lt;br /&gt;42. Return to Wales&lt;br /&gt;43. Never get cancer&lt;br /&gt;44. Have a dog&lt;br /&gt;45. Go to India&lt;br /&gt;46. Go to Russia&lt;br /&gt;47. Be accomplished on the Violin&lt;br /&gt;48. Get a degree in Geology&lt;br /&gt;49. Have some of my art featured on a book cover, or in a movie&lt;br /&gt;50. See the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 isn't so bad. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-3584896622793736755?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/3584896622793736755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=3584896622793736755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/3584896622793736755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/3584896622793736755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/10/100-things.html' title='Life accomplishments'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-8129587184334501537</id><published>2009-10-02T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T13:15:53.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To do</title><content type='html'>I have realized I love making to-do lists. I get so much more done. Probably?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Knit Matty scarf&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Read Geog stuff&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Page 12 (or more)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ancient Studies paper&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Clean room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do first?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-8129587184334501537?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/8129587184334501537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=8129587184334501537&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/8129587184334501537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/8129587184334501537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-do.html' title='To do'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-8022541242526040792</id><published>2009-09-28T11:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:52:42.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Figures?</title><content type='html'>I went through my Google Reader subscriptions today, and started unsubscribing from things that often post items that are... not completely evil, but they are not uplifting. Away they went. I'm not even remotely sad about it, either. I don't need to be bombarded by inappropriate sexual humor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the home front, I hurt my shoulder about a week ago. I was confined to a chair after that, and did basically nothing. No school, even. Which is a little stressful because I missed a lot of deadlines. But my teachers are being supportive and have given me alternatives and extensions. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling a lot better yesterday (each day brought me a little closer to fully healed) and was able to walk around and do a few things. I decided to sleep in my bed last night. Silly me. I woke up with bad neck pain again. The problem with my bed is that I roll around in my sleep and put bad pressure on my neck. It's always been a little rough on me, and I would wake up with neck pain more than a few mornings a week. But it always dissipated and I was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, it is not fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will not be conquered by this little hill. I'll get past it, and find a solution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-8022541242526040792?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/8022541242526040792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=8022541242526040792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/8022541242526040792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/8022541242526040792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/09/figures.html' title='Figures?'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-723366350116242325</id><published>2009-09-04T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:31:09.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day that is really two days</title><content type='html'>Today was an interesting day. Why? I shall tell you. At this moment. Please proceed below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, here. Good, I have you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose my "interesting day" began last night when I watched a documentary called, "People Like Us" with my family and it brought to the realization that I am a high quality individual. Not that I did not know this, but I had forgotten. Or something akin to forgetting (Ignoring?). Such a realization instilled a burning panic that screamed, "Buy new clothes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to Gilroy this morning, and my father was kind to me and invested some money into a very nice wardrobe for me, including but not limited to, 2 new skirts, 2 blazers, a silk blouse, and a white collar shirt. Also, a pair of caramel colored heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like my legs are dipped in caramel, making them delicious and desirable (Food analogies are the best).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then proceeded to my sisters house to hold the baby while she had a very important conversation with a very important man about her very important book which she has devoted very important years to. The result? A fabulous, epic win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of excitement when the phone turned off, followed by the phone reactivating as she called some loved ones. I was lucky and heard it first, being in the room with her. The baby was asleep and also has no conscious memory yet. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happening made me feel unaccomplished for a while. Then I realized that I am 22 years old, in college, teaching myself the guitar, writing 4 novels simultaneously, illustrating a graphic novel I spent 5 years writing, and saving infrequent dollar amounts to have an opportunity to sell my art in a public forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm not doing so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-723366350116242325?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/723366350116242325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=723366350116242325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/723366350116242325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/723366350116242325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-that-is-really-two-days.html' title='A day that is really two days'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-1559559360650095729</id><published>2009-08-30T16:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:05:20.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many spiders</title><content type='html'>At this moment, I wish I had my own apartment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I could put paintings and illustrations up on the walls, and fill shelves with all of my books. To stick my guitar in the corner, near a chair and a plant. A shelf for my glass blue birds of happiness, and a wooden box for my video games. Also, a small filing cabinet for my art, since the little file box is too small now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the corner I could set up my dual screen, keyboard, and tablet, next to my printer/scanner, and CD burner. There would be open space and I would not feel frustrated at the lack of room for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway. We're watching Hudsucker Proxy downstairs, so I'll probably be going down soon. Or just drawing something to sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and "Owl City" is a fabulous band. Especially, "If my Heart was a House."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-1559559360650095729?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/1559559360650095729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=1559559360650095729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/1559559360650095729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/1559559360650095729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-many-spiders.html' title='Too many spiders'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-2428705801695196615</id><published>2009-08-24T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:16:02.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, what have you been up to?</title><content type='html'>What have I been doing for the past week and a half?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.textnovel.com/stories_list_detail.php?story_id=1416"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you have be a member of the site to read the story, and though it's totally free, I know people are adverse to signing up to everything they see. Unless I'm the only one. Which would make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's a story for a contest I probably won't win. But if they hadn't chosen the semi-finalists over a month ago, I might have had a chance. Because it's a cool story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About dragons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-2428705801695196615?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/2428705801695196615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=2428705801695196615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2428705801695196615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2428705801695196615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-what-have-you-been-up-to.html' title='So, what have you been up to?'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-42901364426696655</id><published>2009-08-22T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T02:34:07.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday?</title><content type='html'>Why yes, it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; my birthday! And yes, it is my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;magic&lt;/span&gt; birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 years ago, on this day, the 22nd, at this time, 2:22 am... I was born. Do you see what I'm getting at? It's my magic birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect amazing things this year, as a rule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-42901364426696655?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/42901364426696655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=42901364426696655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/42901364426696655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/42901364426696655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday?'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-6392540403830407354</id><published>2009-08-06T15:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:15:13.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Idiotic Type Left Elevated</title><content type='html'>What can I say? Sometimes I just hate titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I recommend some wonderful bands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bravery&lt;br /&gt;Miou Miou&lt;br /&gt;Eisley&lt;br /&gt;The Myriad&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I wanted to say for now. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-6392540403830407354?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/6392540403830407354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=6392540403830407354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/6392540403830407354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/6392540403830407354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/08/totally-idiotic-type-left-elevated.html' title='Totally Idiotic Type Left Elevated'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-105388463935482661</id><published>2009-08-06T14:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:55:05.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My excited self</title><content type='html'>I am, once again, attending another Shiny Toy Guns concert. Tonight! :D I'm so excited, that my stomach is upset! Which is unfun. But I'll recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, which feels less exciting than the aforementioned information, I have been drawing a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH, I'm too excited!! Time to plan my outfit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-105388463935482661?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/105388463935482661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=105388463935482661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/105388463935482661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/105388463935482661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-excited-self.html' title='My excited self'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-5556940394587702561</id><published>2009-07-27T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:46:01.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things women supposedly do</title><content type='html'>Specifically, things women supposedly do that I have never done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Forced myself into a pair of jeans.&lt;/span&gt; Mostly because if I can't fit in easily, I will be uncomfortable all day if I have to battle them to fit. If they aren't working, I toss them aside and pick a different pair. AND I HAVE NEVER LAID ON THE BED TO GET A PAIR ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Sat around with other women talking about my diet.&lt;/span&gt; It's weird. I don't know anyone who does that. It seems like the kind of thing you do with your nutritionist. Or personal trainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Lied about my exercise habits to impress a guy (or anyone).&lt;/span&gt; I mean, really? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Really&lt;/span&gt;? There are so many ways this can, and will, come back to murder you, why bother? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. Tormented myself with extreme workout regimes after consuming chocolate/sugar/fat.&lt;/span&gt; I'm a believer in exercise and keeping in shape (true, I'm not the best at it), but I'm not going to guilt myself into a physically painful 3 hours of intense lifting, running, and aerobics because I had some cake. I'll go ride my bike, or go on an extra walk. Eat less calories for the rest of the day. But not torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Cry more over a hair stylist/personal trainer quitting than a break up.&lt;/span&gt; Actually, just crying over one of them leaving in general. But to be fair, my hair stylist is amazingly fabulous at what she does. But I wouldn't sob and die if she moved to New York. I'd be bummed. I'd ask her to refer me. But not cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. Been thrilled when an illness makes me lose weight.&lt;/span&gt; Sure, it's nice to know you lost some weight, but to relish your disease because it's trimming you down is weird. People die because they are too sick to keep weight on. So many other things to be thrilled over. And better ways to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. Dread summer because of swimsuit season.&lt;/span&gt; I have a body, it's my body, and it will be seen in a swimsuit. I'll do my best to help it look good, but I will not be as fabulous as a supermodel in one. I accept that. So I will still swim and enjoy myself. Not mope and suffer because people will see the healthy amount of body fat my body carries. Oh noes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. Blame someone for "letting" me do something I didn't want to do.&lt;/span&gt; If I told someone, "don't let me do this thing" and then I force them to let me do it, I am not going to turn around and chew them out for letting me. Heck, I won't even ask them to prevent it. Well, okay, I have done it and I will probably do it again, but it's not a frequent thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9. Obsess over self help books and tapes and live by them religiously.&lt;/span&gt; I know the appeal of those books. It's very tempting to believe a single book will reveal the missing knowledge to you that will perfect your mind-over-matter problem, or help you get why guys are so confusing. But they won't. Oh, one or two might have a gold nugget for you that you never thought of, but all in all, nothing. Still, it's fun to peruse them and giggle at the silliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10. Bought an article of clothing that didn't fit and swore to slim down into it.&lt;/span&gt; That's just silly. It doesn't fit. Odds of you slimming down into it are slimmer than you'll ever be. Just buy a size up and feel good when you tailor it in to fit you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-5556940394587702561?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/5556940394587702561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=5556940394587702561&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/5556940394587702561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/5556940394587702561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-things-women-supposedly-do.html' title='10 things women supposedly do'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-2597019132190743966</id><published>2009-07-17T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:28:51.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where disappointment and regret... Collide</title><content type='html'>Not really. It's just a great line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a very cool lady this week. She's a singer in LA, but visiting the bay area for a few weeks before she starts he album. Very chill and good people. Russian, so there was a nifty accent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed music and our passion for it, and my art. She said some things that really made me think. I can't really repeat what she said, for the exact words have mushed away and the deeper meaning is all that remains. Like the film of the ocean on my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very afraid of really starting the process of drawing my special project. I keep starting and restarting. I get a few pages in and set the drawings aside in displeasure. And it's getting me nowhere. I feel disappointed in myself whenever I do it, and I dislike that feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, though, I just need to do it. Just pour myself into it and draw it. I can go back and redraw things later. But if I don't move, I'll never get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I picked up an old version. One I still like to look at. It's detailed and lovely. And I'm going from where I left off. I'm restarting the last page I left half done, but that's fine. And so far, it looks good. When I have 10+ pages done, I'll show them here. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-2597019132190743966?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/2597019132190743966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=2597019132190743966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2597019132190743966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2597019132190743966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-disappointment-and-regret-collide.html' title='Where disappointment and regret... Collide'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-2873336711760594545</id><published>2009-07-10T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:41:51.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caffeine and Headaches</title><content type='html'>I am prone to migraines. I have been this way for almost two years. Lame. In January, I went back to my neurologist for some medicated help. I asked for something non-addictive that wouldn't hurt my sensitive stomach. He prescribed me something and I went on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, 7 months and three refills later, I find myself with awful headaches that require me to take my little pill a few times a day. The conclusion drawn is... I am addicted to caffeine. My Dad looked the medication up on the interweb and found it's SUPER FULL of caffeine. And I've been downing it like crazy. So I'm crazy addicted to caffeine now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being dependent on a thing. A drug. I HATE IT. I spent my life avoiding sodas and heavily caffeinated things so that I would not have this addiction. And I got it anyway because no one told me I was taking it. I am severely upset by this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to my current predicament. Day four of caffeine withdrawl. Yes. I cut myself off cold turkey. And it's awful and painful. Terrible headaches. But it'll be worth it once the addiction is gone. I am determined in this. And as such, I don't have too awful of a headache right now. Just a little one. Here's hoping it doesn't grow throughout the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-2873336711760594545?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/2873336711760594545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=2873336711760594545&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2873336711760594545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2873336711760594545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/07/caffeine-and-headaches.html' title='Caffeine and Headaches'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-9032763934468727514</id><published>2009-07-03T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T01:12:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes. It's my favorite band. 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It&apos;s my favorite band. No, I will not stop talking about it.'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-3831175959498869437</id><published>2009-05-27T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T17:22:37.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Trek</title><content type='html'>My responses to Star Trek episodes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:7 -&lt;br /&gt;Gasp! He looks like a pirate.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, why would a piratical looking fellow be traveling with three tempting ladies?&lt;br /&gt;Seduced! Snap!&lt;br /&gt;They are not so pretty..!&lt;br /&gt;Drugs are bad for you.&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a storm is not the best way to go.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I thought he hated her. Now he is saving her?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, still hates her.&lt;br /&gt;Are they gonna fall in love? Totally.&lt;br /&gt;He has accepted her ugliness.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out she can make HERSELF pretty!&lt;br /&gt;This is an episode about self confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:8 - &lt;br /&gt;D'awww, bff!&lt;br /&gt;Why do the ladies on board wear tiny dresses with matching undies?&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you hold hands with the captain, your fiance will think you're cheating on him.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, that red shirt just tumbled to his doom!&lt;br /&gt;No wait, he was pushed by the extremely awkward looking man.&lt;br /&gt;My... She's perky. And almost naked.&lt;br /&gt;Oh snap! They're androids!!&lt;br /&gt;Hm. The captain is naked. Strategically. :3&lt;br /&gt;Doubting your fancy science man now, nurse? tsk. He'll never love you if you do that.&lt;br /&gt;Way to make the androids &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;, captain!&lt;br /&gt;Aww, robotic love. Romeo and Juliet style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:9 -&lt;br /&gt;There's a man in that box!!&lt;br /&gt;NO Captain! Don't go down there!!&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Noelle is made of pretty. And the Captain TOTALLY remembers her.&lt;br /&gt;Way to put down the lady, men, way to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh that is definitely a chamber of horrors. No mistake there.&lt;br /&gt;So wait... that isn't the doctor? Hm.&lt;br /&gt;Spock is going to share his mind with a crazy man?!&lt;br /&gt;NO! Don't get in the machine!!&lt;br /&gt;Machine commandeered!&lt;br /&gt;Noooo!!!!!!!!!!!!! Captain!!! D:&lt;br /&gt;So now he's programmed to love Dr. McSexy?&lt;br /&gt;Well guys, he's dead, let's leave the body here. It's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:10 - &lt;br /&gt;It's a cube... in space... Borgs? Nahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Mr. Bailey, no need for shouting. You should have those adrenal glands removed.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Bailey is a roll of "wrong" today.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, cube is gone, courtesy of Bailey and his lasers.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, now we're facing off with a sphere. Are you sure this isn't the Borg??&lt;br /&gt;Right, so not Borg.&lt;br /&gt;It's a muppet! :D&lt;br /&gt;I doubt you'll kill them in 8 minutes... There's 40 minutes left in the show!&lt;br /&gt;Bailey just went crazy.&lt;br /&gt;These muppet aliens are jerks.&lt;br /&gt;Are Bones and the captain breaking up?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Sulu, countdowns are annoying!&lt;br /&gt;Omigosh, are we going to sit here for the last twenty minutes while the muppets DON'T fire?!&lt;br /&gt;Being towed by a lightbulb, brb.&lt;br /&gt;Nice that every alien life form speaks english.&lt;br /&gt;Aww, we're going to save the muppet now.&lt;br /&gt;Uh... Not. Muppets. Small adult/child. What. The. Heck.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the muppet/baby is not evil but testing them... &lt;br /&gt;Now he wants a BFF! And Bailey wants to be that friend. I'm thrown for a loop.&lt;br /&gt;Weirdest episode ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:11/12 - &lt;br /&gt;Already, a mystery unfolds! Thanks to a spacey looking female.&lt;br /&gt;Awww, Pike is a Dalek now...&lt;br /&gt;Is Spock kidnapping the mutilated Captain Pike?!&lt;br /&gt;Spock this is almost villainous!!&lt;br /&gt;I am at a loss for words...&lt;br /&gt;Spock--what the heck!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now he acts all concerned and ashamed. AUGH!&lt;br /&gt;So, this is about lost people? &lt;br /&gt;The commodore seems very suspicious right now...&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, mysterious bulby headed aliens.&lt;br /&gt;And a creepy girl! D:&lt;br /&gt;Zomg, kidnapping of young pike.&lt;br /&gt;Oh what will happen!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing the aliens are making a zoo.&lt;br /&gt;So the creepy girl is a prisoner too?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, good idea, jump onto the sword.&lt;br /&gt;We're going to shoot this continent destroying laser at a door. Quick, hide behind this nearby rock!&lt;br /&gt;These aliens are selfish.&lt;br /&gt;So the creepy girl is actually old?&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, so silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today. I'm feeling tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-3831175959498869437?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/3831175959498869437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=3831175959498869437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/3831175959498869437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/3831175959498869437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/05/star-trek.html' title='Star Trek'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-8071094178589224153</id><published>2009-05-27T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:50:57.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer stuff</title><content type='html'>I miss Palo Alto and being close to my friends. I feel very far away from them down here. Unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing! A mystery! It's very fun. I enjoy my characters. Well, the girl feels a little bland, so I'm looking for something to spice her up with. She's too nice. I'l fix her, though. But the main guy is awesome and interesting. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm watching the original Star Trek series. It's so much fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-8071094178589224153?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/8071094178589224153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=8071094178589224153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/8071094178589224153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/8071094178589224153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-stuff.html' title='Summer stuff'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-8421843743246698078</id><published>2009-05-21T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T02:23:35.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another break</title><content type='html'>I'm getting scary close to being done. &gt;_&lt; Sometimes I want to scream and throw pencils around. Other times, I want to lay down and breathe deeply. But a lot of the time, I'm excited when I finish a sequence and it looks awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very nocturnal, and that is a little troublesome. But I'm looking forward to summer and setting my clock back to normal. Awake with the sun and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day (not sure which day, for they have all muddled together) I stepped out of the art building in the late afternoon, for some food. We usually go for food around midnight, and in a pack, to 7-11. But it was afternoon and I wanted a burger. And when I got outside, the sun was behind a building and out of sight. But the sky was so bright, that my eyes started to burn and water instantly. And I knew I hadn't been in the sunlight for a few days. I was a little sad for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) My animation is going to be amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-8421843743246698078?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/8421843743246698078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=8421843743246698078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/8421843743246698078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/8421843743246698078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-break.html' title='Another break'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-327385152720534783</id><published>2009-05-20T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:17:08.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one more DAAAAAAAAY</title><content type='html'>And then I'm done. Out of the oven, onto the table. I'll be delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the very process of drawing a girl dump out her purse and finding--with great astonishment!--that a piano is falling out of it. But I've been drawing this since yesterday. So hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also enjoying chewy bars. (I miss real food)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And music. LOTS of music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmate is throwing starburst ninja stars at me. I am keeping them and she keeps making more. I plan on attacking her in a short while. It will be epic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should like to go get some japanese ramen when this is all done. The place in SF. In Japantown. I will probably die. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to read books again. :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-327385152720534783?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/327385152720534783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=327385152720534783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/327385152720534783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/327385152720534783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-one-more-daaaaaaaay.html' title='Just one more DAAAAAAAAY'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-8333863493734495564</id><published>2009-05-14T04:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T04:23:00.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animating</title><content type='html'>I'm at school. I wasn't planning on staying this late, but a number of things happened that put me here. Number one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew was born:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/Sgv-ABOJiHI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Js3n_xUGPJo/s1600-h/Tommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/Sgv-ABOJiHI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Js3n_xUGPJo/s400/Tommy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335637459831720050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/Sgv9_r3vX1I/AAAAAAAAAY4/NVwdDGVivBk/s1600-h/Tommy+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/Sgv9_r3vX1I/AAAAAAAAAY4/NVwdDGVivBk/s400/Tommy+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335637454100586322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/Sgv9_x9T7mI/AAAAAAAAAZI/QDxl5hq_ZUA/s1600-h/Tommy+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/Sgv9_x9T7mI/AAAAAAAAAZI/QDxl5hq_ZUA/s400/Tommy+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335637455734566498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/Sgv9_xwfG4I/AAAAAAAAAZA/rm6hzJ46K9g/s1600-h/Tommy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/Sgv9_xwfG4I/AAAAAAAAAZA/rm6hzJ46K9g/s400/Tommy+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335637455680772994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Cormack Lyle. He's perfect and lovely. I have yet to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way to animate when they called me with the news of Laura's labor. And since I knew I would be of no use and stress myself out if I went up to Redwood city... I continued to animation. I worked to distract myself, but kept getting updates until my mom called me to tell me he was born. And his name. I almost cried. What a wonderful name. What a wonderful day. A perfect, lovely day... &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see him tomorrow. I will snuggle him and love him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shocked at how much love fills me at just the sight of pictures!! I'm almost terrified at how much I will love my own children one day. Almost terrified. Mostly, I'm excited for that day. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also stayed this late because I really wanted to work hard, and I had to take advantage of it since I have a lot to do. So I've been working like mad. Lots done, but lots to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to little Tommy. Love from my eternal heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-8333863493734495564?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/8333863493734495564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=8333863493734495564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/8333863493734495564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/8333863493734495564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/05/animating.html' title='Animating'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/Sgv-ABOJiHI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Js3n_xUGPJo/s72-c/Tommy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-4852755392853125847</id><published>2009-05-10T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:54:12.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, what's happening?</title><content type='html'>What's going on this week, self? Lots of school. LOTS. OF. SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;4pm - Meeting with counselor (be out by 4:15, or die)&lt;br /&gt;4:30pm - Turn in Research paper&lt;br /&gt;6:30pm - Book thing&lt;br /&gt;7pm and on - Animate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;3pm - Turn in portfolio and first pass at animation&lt;br /&gt;6pm and on - Work on final animation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;12:30pm - Turn in portfolio and sketchbooks&lt;br /&gt;4:30pm - Lecture class&lt;br /&gt;6pm - Animate&lt;br /&gt;7pm - Institute&lt;br /&gt;8:30pm - Animate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I'm not sure what's going on Thursday. I'm sure I have classes to attend. Or is it Dead day? I'm not sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-4852755392853125847?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/4852755392853125847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=4852755392853125847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/4852755392853125847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/4852755392853125847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-whats-happening.html' title='So, what&apos;s happening?'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-8968070033570370830</id><published>2009-05-10T01:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:23:07.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A glimmer of what I've been working on</title><content type='html'>Just a smattering of whatever it is I do with my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SgaOZjXKYKI/AAAAAAAAAYw/vw4KvrZzVfc/s1600-h/4-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SgaOZjXKYKI/AAAAAAAAAYw/vw4KvrZzVfc/s400/4-09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334107378307195042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SgaOZk2r15I/AAAAAAAAAYo/VKN5aVnECzo/s1600-h/4-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SgaOZk2r15I/AAAAAAAAAYo/VKN5aVnECzo/s400/4-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334107378707847058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SgaOZbVIrhI/AAAAAAAAAYg/K_h6nGjSAmg/s1600-h/3-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SgaOZbVIrhI/AAAAAAAAAYg/K_h6nGjSAmg/s400/3-22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334107376151211538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SgaOZPB8fLI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Ucb67TVCLnM/s1600-h/3-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SgaOZPB8fLI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Ucb67TVCLnM/s400/3-17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334107372849495218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SgaOY5sN_GI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_Ge4R-9eU68/s1600-h/3-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SgaOY5sN_GI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_Ge4R-9eU68/s400/3-13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334107367121222754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SgaOC5evdhI/AAAAAAAAAYI/jqoNT2PSxq0/s1600-h/3-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SgaOC5evdhI/AAAAAAAAAYI/jqoNT2PSxq0/s400/3-12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334106989107574290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SgaOCjFVV8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/voVNxku-HJw/s1600-h/3-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SgaOCjFVV8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/voVNxku-HJw/s400/3-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334106983095424962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SgaOCJe5tAI/AAAAAAAAAX4/r4Ye4td6Sew/s1600-h/3-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SgaOCJe5tAI/AAAAAAAAAX4/r4Ye4td6Sew/s400/3-03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334106976223343618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SgaOCJRapHI/AAAAAAAAAXw/KwX7po6HYhc/s1600-h/2-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SgaOCJRapHI/AAAAAAAAAXw/KwX7po6HYhc/s400/2-26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334106976166782066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SgaOB9Mw6oI/AAAAAAAAAXo/k_h2TRi4Lg4/s1600-h/2-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SgaOB9Mw6oI/AAAAAAAAAXo/k_h2TRi4Lg4/s400/2-23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334106972926044802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SgaNfq3R5zI/AAAAAAAAAXg/3rdq1Znf7nM/s1600-h/DSC02027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; 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cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SgaNfTKqVWI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/nAC6xhtrySY/s400/DSC02018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334106377527383394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SgaNfO2QT1I/AAAAAAAAAXI/zCMguIDZOC8/s1600-h/DSC02008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SgaNfO2QT1I/AAAAAAAAAXI/zCMguIDZOC8/s400/DSC02008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334106376368050002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't even half, my dears. Not even half. Just some of my favorites. *nod*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-8968070033570370830?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/8968070033570370830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=8968070033570370830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/8968070033570370830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/8968070033570370830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/05/glimmer-of-what-ive-been-working-on.html' title='A glimmer of what I&apos;ve been working on'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SgaOZjXKYKI/AAAAAAAAAYw/vw4KvrZzVfc/s72-c/4-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-1162082574033896191</id><published>2009-05-07T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:08:39.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True story</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="1060"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=121726802&amp;width=1337" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=121726802&amp;width=1337" height="1060" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/121726802/"&gt;The Letter R&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://abthomas.deviantart.com/"&gt;abthomas&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-1162082574033896191?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/1162082574033896191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=1162082574033896191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/1162082574033896191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/1162082574033896191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/05/true-story.html' title='True story'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-186163001322090948</id><published>2009-04-13T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:08:21.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh random impatience</title><content type='html'>So, I'm putting off my Design assignment because it confuses me. I'm afraid of it. To procrastinate, I did a number of things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rode my bike machine&lt;br /&gt;Did crunches&lt;br /&gt;Argued with myself whether to shower tonight or tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Showered&lt;br /&gt;Ate jellybeans&lt;br /&gt;Contemplated eating goldfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then looked at my assignment sheet to go over the assignment. Felt more confused and frustrated. Which led to further procrastination, such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twittering &lt;br /&gt;Fighting the urge to twitter pointlessly&lt;br /&gt;Chased a small fly &lt;br /&gt;Reread a blog entry in the hopes it would update&lt;br /&gt;Waited for midnight so I could read Luann&lt;br /&gt;Was very happy to see the Luann arc going back to Toni and Brad&lt;br /&gt;Posted a blog entry&lt;br /&gt;Posted another blog entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am here. Trying to decide how to start my assignment. I'm fighting the urge to feel overwhelmed. I am also contemplating reading a book instead. I must not do this. I also want to get goldfish--still. I might do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start by planning out my book. That's a good way to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-186163001322090948?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/186163001322090948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=186163001322090948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/186163001322090948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/186163001322090948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-random-impatience.html' title='Oh random impatience'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-3545745955533559535</id><published>2009-04-12T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:58:14.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Like</title><content type='html'>Jellybeans (does not include the black ones--which no one likes)&lt;br /&gt;Riding a bike&lt;br /&gt;Getting text messages&lt;br /&gt;YouTube&lt;br /&gt;Plants on my desk&lt;br /&gt;Biting off half a gummi bear and attaching it to another gummi bears half&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-3545745955533559535?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/3545745955533559535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=3545745955533559535&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/3545745955533559535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/3545745955533559535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-i-like.html' title='Things I Like'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-1502545909338248638</id><published>2009-03-30T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:18:21.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plants</title><content type='html'>I have a little aloe vera plant. His name is Tonari. He is pretty cool. He chills in his little pot and grows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, his water has been vanishing faster than usual. I filled him this morning and it's already half gone. This vaguely concerns me. I also need to get some more soil for his pot--his roots are starting to show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wonder when he needs to move into a bigger pot. I should do some googling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my other plant... How do you know that a bamboo is growing? And, what do you do when it gets too big? Is Womp getting too big? I should take photos of him everyday and figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll photograph Tonari too. I love Tonari. I wonder if Womp knows and is holding that against me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-1502545909338248638?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/1502545909338248638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=1502545909338248638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/1502545909338248638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/1502545909338248638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/03/plants.html' title='Plants'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-2527499656912622344</id><published>2009-03-20T14:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:19:51.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this real life?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/txqiwrbYGrs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/txqiwrbYGrs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-2527499656912622344?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/2527499656912622344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=2527499656912622344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2527499656912622344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2527499656912622344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-this-real-life.html' title='Is this real life?!'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-8292320301781173084</id><published>2009-03-12T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:43:58.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Microscope</title><content type='html'>I stayed up until 2:30 working on a homework assignment. We had illustrations to do in my animation class. We were given words and had to design an illustration to go with it. We did research and 75 preliminary thumbnails. Today, we turn in the line work. And some practice shading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at 2:30 I was almost done. But my wrist got very tired and was hurting very badly. So I had to stop and ice it. Which led to me deciding to rest it for a few hours and sleep. Which helped. I was able to wake up a few hours ago and finish the drawing, take it to kinko's and get copies made. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SbktnQL_WeI/AAAAAAAAAWY/2wC2omy4EYE/s1600-h/microscope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SbktnQL_WeI/AAAAAAAAAWY/2wC2omy4EYE/s320/microscope.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312327387843615202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very proud of it. I can't wait to do touch up work and then color it! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-8292320301781173084?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/8292320301781173084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=8292320301781173084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/8292320301781173084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/8292320301781173084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/03/microscope.html' title='Microscope'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SbktnQL_WeI/AAAAAAAAAWY/2wC2omy4EYE/s72-c/microscope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-2116068460008809140</id><published>2009-03-01T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:25:20.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>MORE amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love cake foods. And kids. This is the best video ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="284"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9VsVRNoVSPo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9VsVRNoVSPo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="284"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-2116068460008809140?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/2116068460008809140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=2116068460008809140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2116068460008809140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2116068460008809140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-3143746688066637700</id><published>2009-02-20T12:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T12:54:20.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Also!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mHXBL6bzAR4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mHXBL6bzAR4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-3143746688066637700?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/3143746688066637700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=3143746688066637700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/3143746688066637700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/3143746688066637700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/02/also.html' title='Also!!'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-5220940229507257139</id><published>2009-02-20T03:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T03:55:15.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't sleep</title><content type='html'>I lay in bed thinking, "Boy, it'd be the best if I could sleep." But it doesn't happen for me. So I do some drawing. I invented a crazy cool guy with funny feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I tottered over to youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing, don't touch me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wKhZzGR5tYU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wKhZzGR5tYU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Cat--I'm a kitty cat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dt4zvJNXbdI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dt4zvJNXbdI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired is setting in. HURRAH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-5220940229507257139?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/5220940229507257139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=5220940229507257139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/5220940229507257139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/5220940229507257139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-cant-sleep.html' title='I can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-1544684196941398257</id><published>2009-02-17T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:40:21.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legally stupid</title><content type='html'>I just read an article about a man who raped and murdered a college girl a couple of years ago. The jury decided that he should get the death penalty. The judge has to decide on the death penalty or life without parole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found interesting was that the argument the defending attorney made was that the man was of "low intelligence" and 10 points away from being mentally retarded. So, if the man is on the lower side of the intellectual food chain, it's more excusable? "Forgive him, he's just stupid" is what you're saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how when an animal--any animal--kills a person, that animal is killed? Why do we kill the animal? I mean, it's just a dumb animal, right? It's just stupid. It didn't know better. Shouldn't we forgive killers if they are too stupid to understand? Right? No. They kill the animals because they &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know any better and could do it again. And it's not humane to keep them boxed up and contained for the rest of its life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here was have a human being who killed a girl, and his punishment is between life in prison and death. I don't really care either way, honestly. He committed a crime and he's being punished. But I just had to shake my head at the attorney for making such a ridiculous claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in general are always arguing over the captivity of animals, but never complain when it's time to kill a murdering animal. No one rants over the incarceration of human beings, but throw a fit over the death penalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand the mentality of the general public.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-1544684196941398257?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/1544684196941398257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=1544684196941398257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/1544684196941398257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/1544684196941398257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/02/legally-stupid.html' title='Legally stupid'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-2420949297280191578</id><published>2009-02-17T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:17:44.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a break</title><content type='html'>Been drawing for a heap long time. Listening to music is an agreeable thing for me. I am especially enjoying Hot Hot Heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in smoking flames&lt;br /&gt;At war with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;Five thousand photographs&lt;br /&gt;Saw them burnt up in anger.&lt;br /&gt;Am I asleep still?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I could have been&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it tear us apart again&lt;br /&gt;Limb from Limb&lt;br /&gt;Please let me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to look at you this way&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring through your window.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to think of you this way&lt;br /&gt;I'm begging baby let me in!&lt;br /&gt;Baby, just let me in!&lt;br /&gt;I'm banging at your door&lt;br /&gt;Just let me in!&lt;br /&gt;Just let me in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank the wine of youth&lt;br /&gt;Ended up in a coma.&lt;br /&gt;It would consume her ton&lt;br /&gt;Wonder nobody told ya&lt;br /&gt;But I'm awake now&lt;br /&gt;First time I've ever been&lt;br /&gt;Able to see what I should have seen &lt;br /&gt;Way back when&lt;br /&gt;You let me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to look at you this way&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring through your window.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to think of you this way&lt;br /&gt;I'm begging baby let me in!&lt;br /&gt;Baby, just let me in!&lt;br /&gt;I'm banging at your door&lt;br /&gt;Just let me in!&lt;br /&gt;Just let me in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worth for waiting&lt;br /&gt;Just won't end up saving&lt;br /&gt;Us and it's farewell unless somehow&lt;br /&gt;You let me in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I'm awake now!&lt;br /&gt;First tme I've ever been &lt;br /&gt;Able to see what I should have seen &lt;br /&gt;Way back when&lt;br /&gt;You let me in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to look at you this way&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring through your window.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to think of you this way&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming, baby, let me in!&lt;br /&gt;Baby, just let me in!&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming at your door&lt;br /&gt;Just let me in!&lt;br /&gt;Just let me in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worth for waiting&lt;br /&gt;Just won't end up saving&lt;br /&gt;Us and it's farewell unless somehow&lt;br /&gt;You let me in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-2420949297280191578?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/2420949297280191578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=2420949297280191578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2420949297280191578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2420949297280191578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/02/take-break.html' title='Take a break'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-6258229291148383752</id><published>2009-02-06T22:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:14:13.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super sonic overdrive</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mPnYHafLZJ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mPnYHafLZJ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-6258229291148383752?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/6258229291148383752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=6258229291148383752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/6258229291148383752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/6258229291148383752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-sonic-overdrive.html' title='Super sonic overdrive'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-1707047289983681900</id><published>2009-02-02T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:40:16.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My nephew</title><content type='html'>My nephew is my favorite person in the world. It will take some kind of amazing man to top that kid and my love for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so spectacular. He is so pleasant and smiley. But he has attitude too. He likes to grab your fingers and tug you along behind him so you follow after. And when he has to where he needs you, he asks for you to get or do what he wants. "Up" if he wants over the baby gate. "Tar" if he wants you to play the guitar. "Go" to go home. "Open" to go into a closed room. And various other terms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore this child. Brady. Our beloved little man. We call him little man sometimes because he is almost a tiny man, to scale. He has little swaggers, wears grown up clothing (but for toddlers!) and even flirts with his smile and eyebrows. I can't help but smile when I think of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves music so much and dances like a wild man when he hears it too. He tries to sing along and gets better all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Dear bee-bee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my sister is pregnant with nephew number 2. He will be equally amazing, I am sure. He will be his own self and I love him too. And I will wonder how I ever lived without him. And how I could ever love 2 little people so much as I will love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-1707047289983681900?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/1707047289983681900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=1707047289983681900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/1707047289983681900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/1707047289983681900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-nephew.html' title='My nephew'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-3028035208758982452</id><published>2009-01-31T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T02:52:25.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February Goals</title><content type='html'>There are some things I hope to accomplish in the next month or so. Hopefully in the next month, mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Make a stuffed animal a week&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Do one colored illustration a week&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Read at least 5 books&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Finish a personal project&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Spend more time with Laura and Brady&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Finish Matty's scarf&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Finish putting my room in order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep until I put that down... :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-3028035208758982452?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/3028035208758982452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=3028035208758982452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/3028035208758982452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/3028035208758982452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/01/february-goals.html' title='February Goals'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-5280371269961671604</id><published>2009-01-28T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:48:26.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go, Life, go!</title><content type='html'>After moving, recovering my back, and relearning to live with my knee, my room is coming together. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer set-up is more organized in this location. I have a shelf right beside my desk and I have decided to settle my printer/scanner there. That leaves me lots of room on my desk, so I'm very pleased about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bookshelves are tucked into the wall too, so I don't have them taking up a lot of space too. I have beanbags in the corner and my guitar beside those. My dresser is by my closet. And I have a lot of free space in the middle. I'm thinking of putting a coffee table there. Maybe a cushion to sit on too. So many possibilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added all the classes I need now. Full time student, that's me. XD Acting and animation fundamentals on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and Principles of Animation and Art History of Mondays and Wednesdays. This is will be a good term. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-5280371269961671604?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/5280371269961671604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=5280371269961671604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/5280371269961671604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/5280371269961671604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/01/go-life-go.html' title='Go, Life, go!'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-1229918282524920910</id><published>2009-01-23T01:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:47:45.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An observation</title><content type='html'>Today, it occurred to me (through the assistance of a reliable friend) that I come across to most people as--ha ha--an airhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How, I do not know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I lied. I am rather sure that this is because of my bubbly, happy nature and the high level of my passion for the things that I do. I live passionately. It comes through as excitement and, perhaps, shallowness. But I am not shallow. I get excited about things. I do things fully or not at all. I live, love, and show it. I never thought it would affect me adversely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life choices send me down pathways I would not backtrack or stray from. I will not--because I cannot--leave the field of art. I cannot live that way again because it is against my nature. But there are people who look at that choice and think I must not be intelligent enough to make it elsewhere. That's frustrating. I could turn the tables on them and call them boring for settling on whatever career they chose, when they could have chosen whatever field it was because they truly love it. I give others the benefit of the doubt and delve in for the interesting side of them. And I usually find it. But my ever-happy, ready-to-laugh side of me is interpreted as stupid and/or that of an air head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want to cry, honestly. How could others think this? How can they not see beyond that? Do I have sit demurely and quietly to get their attention? Do I have to keep my interests and passions silent for fear of the misjudgment? I cannot do that. I cannot refute my nature, deter my ways, and overlook the gifts and passions put in my life by God. This is me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must find a way to present myself--who I am--in a light that also shines on my intellect. On my mind. Show my happiness, show my passion, and show my wit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for the ability to do this and the clarity to see the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-1229918282524920910?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/1229918282524920910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=1229918282524920910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/1229918282524920910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/1229918282524920910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/01/observation.html' title='An observation'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-2407289388688519996</id><published>2009-01-22T21:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:50:57.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Favorite Albums of 2008</title><content type='html'>A good year for music, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Season of Poison" by Shiny Toy Guns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "You're Awful, I love you" by Ludo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Fearless" by Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Narrow Stairs" by Death Cab for Cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Midnight Boom" by The Kills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Yellow &amp; Elephant" by Eye Alaska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "Red Album" by Weezer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "We Started Nothing" by The Ting Tings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "With Arrows With Poise" by The Myriad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "A Hundred Million Suns" by Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music, for the win! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-2407289388688519996?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/2407289388688519996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=2407289388688519996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2407289388688519996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2407289388688519996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/01/top-10-favorite-albums-of-2008.html' title='Top 10 Favorite Albums of 2008'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-8218956780569515271</id><published>2009-01-22T09:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:46:26.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fancorps.com/shinytoyguns/click/17795" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fancorps.com/shinytoyguns/view/17795.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-8218956780569515271?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/8218956780569515271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=8218956780569515271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/8218956780569515271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/8218956780569515271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-195666213045662652</id><published>2009-01-14T12:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:55:47.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AH HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src='http://www.peta.org/sea_kittens/_swf/sea_kitten.swf?c=fl&amp;c2=1&amp;c4=2&amp;c5=2&amp;c10=1&amp;n=Uria&amp;d=peta.org&amp;tc=skembed' allowscriptaccess='always' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' wmode='transparent' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' width='300' height='354'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.peta.org/sea_kittens/index.asp?c=skembed'&gt;Create Your Own Sea Kitten at peta.org&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PETA makes me laugh with their crazy craziness. And fun fish makers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-195666213045662652?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/195666213045662652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=195666213045662652&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/195666213045662652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/195666213045662652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/01/ah-haahahahahahahaha.html' title='AH HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-751230159323047012</id><published>2009-01-14T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:31:54.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are Pilots</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness graciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Shiny Toy Guns have 2 albums. We Are Pilots, and Season of Poison. Season of Poison is the most recent one, from November. But We Are Pilots has been out and about since 2005. And there are 3 different rereleased versions of it. I own 2 of them. The 2nd and 3rd editions. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs I have are from the 3rd version, and so I hadn't ever listened to the 2nd version. I was hiding it away to stare at it. 9_9 *cough* But today I popped it in to see if it was different--I had heard it was. And, whoa, it is. There are. Wow. I like it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least 4 songs that have changed between 2 and 3. It's crazy and awesome! I prefer the older version of When They Came For Us a LOT more. Shaken is good, but I like the newest better. I like Le Disko, but enjoy Chad's backups. I already knew I liked the older version of You are the One. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm importing older versions of the songs for enjoyment. :) Huzzah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-751230159323047012?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/751230159323047012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=751230159323047012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/751230159323047012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/751230159323047012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-are-pilots.html' title='We are Pilots'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-5548062271759583277</id><published>2009-01-11T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T15:43:44.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe... maybe we will</title><content type='html'>It occurs to me that it is now the 11th day into a new year (2009, if you didn't know) and I have yet to write a single thing at all. ESPECIALLY concerning my amazing, spectacular new year's adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to chatter it up on a forum for my favorite band (Shiny Toy Guns). I don't usually go onto forums. Ever. But I was suckered into it and now have funny little ODD (lovable) friends. One friend and I had joked about her coming up to the Bay Area from Fresno to attend the next STG concert in my area. Ha ha, lol, rolf, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they released the next date in my area--New Year's Eve. Not just the evening of, but a party of sorts. I died. Again and again. And then saw the tickets cost 60 dollars. Ew. EW. I couldn't--just couldn't do it. And it hurt to decide that. Oh, ache. I told Natty that and she agreed, heart-wrenchingly, with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, life seemed to have ideas. And one day, I flitted to the tickets page (often I would go, to ache and pine away for them) and saw they were on SALE. 35 dollars! D: Now, yes, sounds very pricey, but considering this was to be a BIG party event and that the band of my preferred choice would be there... I thought it was the best price ever. I had also emailed the band with my concerns about whether or not the concert/party would be worth the money (back when it was 60) and they quelled the fears. So I was ready. And I told Natty she should come up. And she agreed. And we made plans. And bought tickets. And it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took trains and buses from Fresno. I picked them up in San Jose. We enjoyed my home town of Los Gatos (most awesome quaint place) and some lunch with my parents. Then we scurried back to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the evening watching STG videos and chattering. Hannah came over and we all got ready together. I made a pair of earrings to wear to the concert, and changed into my special concert outfit. We all looked fabulous! :D And off we went in Hannah's MusTANG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsA8yi_VKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/UUIAsNyfCgY/s1600-h/Natty%27s+visit:STG+concert+-+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsA8yi_VKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/UUIAsNyfCgY/s320/Natty%27s+visit:STG+concert+-+01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290323231637460130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Natty, unsure which camera to use&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco is awful sometimes. And we got a little sort of lost. But I was smart and brought a fold out map of the area and we got back to where we needed to be, paid 30 dollars to park 2 blocks from the club, and in we went!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natty brought along a special painting she had purchased ESPECIALLY for the band to sign. It is a painting/print of a toy water gun. It's shiny and cool. And large. I brought a fairly rare promo window display available in the UK and only in select record stores. We were amped!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsCsCWGoCI/AAAAAAAAAUw/55pliWfl71A/s1600-h/l_1b15166792ed490ca35df57c72a01750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsCsCWGoCI/AAAAAAAAAUw/55pliWfl71A/s320/l_1b15166792ed490ca35df57c72a01750.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290325142843858978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;The 21-year-olds&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there really early (9:30). The show was supposed to start at 9, but the band wasn't on stage until 11. Warg! But because we got there early, we got the stand dead center, in the front. We gushed as we looked at the keyboards Jeremy would play, the drums Mikey would play like a dance, and the mic's Sisely and Chad would sing on. I almost screamed when they brought out Chad's Les Paul Epiphone Sparkly top and set it out, ready. Oh man. I was shaking Natty like a doll! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsC_QxCvNI/AAAAAAAAAVA/27roq_NYdcU/s1600-h/l_a64b6cba0c134e9c8dd1b9bf13e6925b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsC_QxCvNI/AAAAAAAAAVA/27roq_NYdcU/s320/l_a64b6cba0c134e9c8dd1b9bf13e6925b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290325473132461266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Gah! Chad's guitar!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsBFhDmzoI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YxwSI6IEVow/s1600-h/Natty%27s+visit:STG+concert+-+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsBFhDmzoI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YxwSI6IEVow/s320/Natty%27s+visit:STG+concert+-+03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290323381561249410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Hannah, dancing&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then--oh then--they came out. Sisely had these spandex leggings on and a loose fitting sparkly black top. And these boots--ankle boots with BATS for buckles. AMAZING!! And Jeremy wore his signature T-shirt from another band they had toured with. As well as his old, buckle covered boots. And Mikey had his hair all styled and flippy and just looked great! And Chad had a sparkly silver New Years hat on and red velvet ... suit coat and a handkerchief around his neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsC0p-H8uI/AAAAAAAAAU4/OlcqmtE6uqM/s1600-h/l_4c5401d1996845cb9d4c9850e516e167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsC0p-H8uI/AAAAAAAAAU4/OlcqmtE6uqM/s320/l_4c5401d1996845cb9d4c9850e516e167.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290325290919654114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsCGsDVwbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/kUceOu8ZE80/s1600-h/Natty%27s+visit:STG+concert+-+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsCGsDVwbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/kUceOu8ZE80/s320/Natty%27s+visit:STG+concert+-+12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290324501204418994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember much after that. They played, I sang along. Natty and I screamed a lot. I forgot earplugs and it was SO loud. The first song, Jeremy played Bass on and when he was done he dropped his pick to the floor of the stage. I began to covet that pick and spent most of the concert eyeing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsDHlWluNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/h5gSvVaTeXs/s1600-h/l_d2fab81a1c444a78a55292ca3c1a2188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsDHlWluNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/h5gSvVaTeXs/s320/l_d2fab81a1c444a78a55292ca3c1a2188.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290325616097605842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, someone tried to cut in front of us and we almost slaughtered her. Ha ha, she backed down fast.. *gr* And then a short annoying boy tried to cut in front of the guys behind us (who were screamingly in love with Sisely and were begging for her to touch their hands) and they were upset, so I did them a favor and pointed out the short-jerk that they were there first. So he fled and the nearest of the Sisely-lovers draped his arm around me and told me I was cool. He took a picture with me and then proceeded to keep his arm around my shoulder for most the next couple songs. I was not pleased!!! I was very angry and therefore distracted through Poison (one of my favorites) and finally started shrugging to get him off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisely would be singing and she would lean right into our faces (we were so close, we could lean on the stage!!) and grab our outstretched hands. Chad would sometimes look right down at us and play right at us. And, about 3/4 through the concert, Sisely was dancing around and finally I just started pointing at the abandoned guitar pick (which had been trampled by her and Jeremy throughout the show) and she looked at me and at the pick and then handed it to me!! I got a lot of people trying to trade me for it in a instant. HA. Fail on their part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsDRGRqaUI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/O2Vn2bBJQBY/s1600-h/l_d7f144cc645643cb9985b63f49d39c9b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsDRGRqaUI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/O2Vn2bBJQBY/s320/l_d7f144cc645643cb9985b63f49d39c9b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290325779554134338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsDZsC5ZLI/AAAAAAAAAVY/V0v_T8d0KsU/s1600-h/l_f7d42735650b48bbad8adc205e5eb340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsDZsC5ZLI/AAAAAAAAAVY/V0v_T8d0KsU/s320/l_f7d42735650b48bbad8adc205e5eb340.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290325927131702450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsCiMN2itI/AAAAAAAAAUo/WT9XNGtW9oI/s1600-h/l_0fe4318b3c854115a085b409960c66f4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsCiMN2itI/AAAAAAAAAUo/WT9XNGtW9oI/s320/l_0fe4318b3c854115a085b409960c66f4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290324973694913234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Sisely, doing the count down&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the count down began, they all counted with us and then uncorked a bottle of champagne and they drank some as they played. But not too much. Chad didn't drink any, he focused on playing. But Sisely and Jeremy went to town! &gt;&lt; And after about 1/3 the bottle was empty, Jeremy shook it up and sprayed it into the crowd. It was half gross, half awesome. BTW, alcohol doesn't small good. Fortunately, it dried up and we didn't even smell like it. :)Suddenly, it was over and they were off the stage. My friends started asking the stage hands for the play lists that had been on the stage, and the hands gave them to them. But when I asked for one, there wasn't anymore. So I looked down, kind of sad, and when I looked up he was handing a guitar pick to us and my friend grabbed it. I realized that that guitar pick was Chad's. The one he played the show with. And I traded with her instantly--Jeremy's for Chad's. She traded because she knew how much I adore Chad. I now wear that pick around my neck. Cause I'm dumb like that.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsEQYKkxxI/AAAAAAAAAWA/KRUboqzgxfE/s1600-h/Photo+Library+-+50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsEQYKkxxI/AAAAAAAAAWA/KRUboqzgxfE/s320/Photo+Library+-+50.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290326866688001810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really wanted to get the band to sign our stuff, but they didn't come back out. We waited for half an hour or more, but still... nothing! Finally, Jeremy popped out for a drink, and Natty asked him if he could help us. He told us to off and fetch our stuff. So we did. And then he told us to follow him, and we trickled after him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into a thin hallway, into the back room where smoke and band gear filled the room. A small walkway led to a rickety stair case, which we tenuously followed him up. Up to the VERY small room. 2 couches, a coffee table, and a fridge. A mirror on one wall. And people, everywhere. They were smoking and drinking beers. I felt like a sore thumb, since I don't do either, but I didn't really care. It was just so amazing to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsCP7fDY1I/AAAAAAAAAUg/tp0OHsA3-tY/s1600-h/Natty%27s+visit:STG+concert+-+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsCP7fDY1I/AAAAAAAAAUg/tp0OHsA3-tY/s320/Natty%27s+visit:STG+concert+-+17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290324659966010194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was Sisely, chatting with Jackson (a facebook friend I had yet to have met). Mikey was talking to people, all smiles. Couldn't see Chad. Jeremy started trying to gather the band for us, looking at the painting and saying how cool it was. Then he saw my promo piece and got REALLY excited. He got wide eyed about how rare those are (SUPER rare) and everyone--EVERYONE--wanted to see it. It got passed around. The next time I saw it, it was mostly signed by the band. Just missing Chad's signature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsED_QeIsI/AAAAAAAAAVw/pAoPjIJfguU/s1600-h/Photo+Library+-+47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsED_QeIsI/AAAAAAAAAVw/pAoPjIJfguU/s320/Photo+Library+-+47.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290326653843415746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked to Sisely for a while, she called us her number one fans too. It was the best. We discussed why she didn't crowd surf this time (the loose shirt was a concern) and how she saw us there totally rocking out! We felt awesome. Got to talk to Jackson, finally. And then, I turned and saw Chad. He was sitting on the couch and talking to some guy. He glanced at me, and in a fit nerves, I stuck my tongue out at him. He started and then made a face at me. I laughed, ever nervous. And then he joined the group. Sisely was signing the painting now, and Chad focused on me and Natty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Chad started saying, "I know you!" Right at me! And I was excited and then he said "You're always online!" Well... I was embarrassed that among the thousands of friends they have on their MySpace, the fact that I am always on stands out. He laughed and said "You're the one who really likes my hair short." And we agreed on that. Then he said, "Oh I'm never online but like you're always there when I am!" And I felt awesome. Then he signed my poster, and I asked him to sign it special and he couldn't think of anything and I said, "Be creative, Bucket head!!" (a reference to an &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghlKIkwzHjY"&gt;interview&lt;/a&gt; the band did once and he had a bucket on his head the entire time!!). And he drew a really awkward picture of a cat, pointing to the V-birds and assuring they were birds and that, right there, was the sun. It was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsEKc6NouI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Qc9LsXjtDU0/s1600-h/Photo+Library+-+48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsEKc6NouI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Qc9LsXjtDU0/s320/Photo+Library+-+48.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290326764882338530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he wandered off and I got to talk to Jackson some more. He is Chad's brother in law! Emily's brother! How cool! :D We talked about the music video's and he told me they want to make one for every song from the Season of Poison album. He also went on about how the band appreciates the help from the fans and how it helps the band earn money, so I suggested they sell DVD's of the Music Videos they have made--either one DVD, or a DVD for each album. He looked shocked and thought it was a brilliant idea!! It was such a cool conversation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsDyZ1kuGI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Ia_SfpdbBVk/s1600-h/Natty%27s+visit:STG+concert+-+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsDyZ1kuGI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Ia_SfpdbBVk/s320/Natty%27s+visit:STG+concert+-+19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290326351740713058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later I talked to Jeremy and asked him to play Chemistry of a Car Crash (my very FAVORITE song in the world) the next time they come to SF. He rubbed his head and told me to talk to Chad. With pleasure! So I found Chad again and said the same thing. He laughed and asked me who told me to say that. Then he got a little flustered and said they want to but no one else in the band remembers how to play it except him. I told him it my favorite song EVER and he got flattered and thanked me. And then I told him he should redo, or rerelease "What Happens" again but under STG (that song was originally released when he and Jeremy were in an older band of theirs and the version us fans have is only a minute and half long and very incomplete). He was kind of surprised and we talked about it and he said it was unfinished, but that's finished now. I got excited and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;insisted&lt;/span&gt; he should release it. He gave a thoughtful look and a promising answer and I think he will contemplate it and maybe actually do it! I hope he will. Hope &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Then we left. Home we went, sharing the videos and pictures we had taken. Natty and I stayed up a little later then we planned talking and getting tired, but we went to bed around 4. Then I took them to the train the next day and they were gone. I miss those two, they were fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsDoBKECwI/AAAAAAAAAVg/LM3JxmaAwHk/s1600-h/Natty%27s+visit:STG+concert+-+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsDoBKECwI/AAAAAAAAAVg/LM3JxmaAwHk/s320/Natty%27s+visit:STG+concert+-+23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290326173317073666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THAT, in a very detailed nutshell, was my amazing STG new years. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I am long winded... And kind of a freak about this band. But, honestly, what is life if we don't get excited about things? Would it be very fun if we didn't allow ourselves to be completely devoted to something? Isn't that what we do when we fall in love with someone? I am not ashamed of my passion for this band; it means I have passion for life and things that matter to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-5548062271759583277?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/5548062271759583277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=5548062271759583277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/5548062271759583277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/5548062271759583277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2009/01/maybe-maybe-we-will.html' title='Maybe... maybe we will'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SWsA8yi_VKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/UUIAsNyfCgY/s72-c/Natty%27s+visit:STG+concert+-+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-7970819542052583691</id><published>2008-12-26T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:20:19.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing it</title><content type='html'>So, something happened the other day. I was editing videos on iMovie, prepping for some youtube posting and realized I had to scurry off to an event with my friends. So I left my computer in the state of open application and off I went. I returned to find a dark screen and a spinning beach ball. I thought, "oh you are sleeping. Please wake up" and I made to wake it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was, needless to say, distraught. I was panicked, really. So much was on that computer. I brought it to my dad and we spent a day trying to restore it, deciding it wasn't coming back and buying a newer bigger hard drive. Now I have more space than I can ever use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for a week+ I had maybe 8 applications. Only 4 of which were of any use. Blah. I had lost all of my music, so I spent a week uploading all my CD's again. Still, it's not the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my Dad uploaded all the last applications I needed. I have all the old ones back now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I compare this thing to a body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine going to sleep one night and come morning you find you cannot wake up. Or move. You just lay there. You are aware of things but cannot be involved. So someone comes along and gives you a new brain. When you awake, you can see and walk, but you can't really feel your body and a lot of things aren't as easy to remember. You can remember how to talk on a very basic level, and walk (though unsteadily). It's just hard to be numb. Slowly, you can feel your chest again. Your face too. And you are learning more words. Still, you miss your limbs and how easily they used to move and the cool things you could do and feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, someone gives you a big meal full of things you can almost remember eating. And afterwards, you stand up and can feel your legs. You wiggle your toes in the carpet and know it. And your arms are fully functional too! And suddenly, all those big words are easy again. Sure, you don't remember a lot of math, or stories you heard. And not every word is back, but you suddenly know that you'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I have my body back and I can feel again. So, I'll be okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-7970819542052583691?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/7970819542052583691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=7970819542052583691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/7970819542052583691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/7970819542052583691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/12/losing-it.html' title='Losing it'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-2476420890035705355</id><published>2008-12-08T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:53:33.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating the schedule</title><content type='html'>Okay, things were rough and didn't go as according to plan. But we'll survive!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;5 am- Get up&lt;br /&gt;7 am- Work&lt;br /&gt;2:30 pm- Off work&lt;br /&gt;4:30 pm- Class: turn in lesson plans, lantern report, masters art&lt;br /&gt;7 pm- Out of class/Go home&lt;br /&gt;7:45 pm- Get home&lt;br /&gt;8:30 pm- House drawings/stencil work/textures&lt;br /&gt;10 pm- Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;5 am- Get up&lt;br /&gt;7 am- Go to school&lt;br /&gt;8:30 am- Class&lt;br /&gt;11:30 am- Out of class/Go to Laura's?&lt;br /&gt;2:30 pm- Back to school&lt;br /&gt;3:30 pm- Class&lt;br /&gt;6 pm- Out of class&lt;br /&gt;7 pm- Institute&lt;br /&gt;8:30 pm- Home&lt;br /&gt;9 pm- Home taught&lt;br /&gt;10 pm- Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;5 am- Get up&lt;br /&gt;7 am- Work&lt;br /&gt;2:30 pm- Off work&lt;br /&gt;3 pm- Home&lt;br /&gt;4 pm- Finish Comp. homework&lt;br /&gt;8:30 pm- Office at Skittles&lt;br /&gt;10 pm- Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;5 am- Get up&lt;br /&gt;6 am- Go to school&lt;br /&gt;7:15 am- Final&lt;br /&gt;10 am- Turn in comp. stuff&lt;br /&gt;12:15 pm- Haircut&lt;br /&gt;2:30 pm- Home&lt;br /&gt;3 pm- Sleep&lt;br /&gt;4:30 pm- Go to work&lt;br /&gt;5 pm- Work&lt;br /&gt;12:30 am- Off work&lt;br /&gt;1:30 am- Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what happens this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-2476420890035705355?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/2476420890035705355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=2476420890035705355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2476420890035705355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2476420890035705355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/12/updating-schedule.html' title='Updating the schedule'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-7728275966517770634</id><published>2008-12-06T01:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T01:48:54.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schedules and stuff</title><content type='html'>So, I have a lot to do and short amount of time to do it. Arg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-&lt;br /&gt;8 am- Get up&lt;br /&gt;10 am- Work&lt;br /&gt;7 pm- Off work&lt;br /&gt;7:30 pm- Ward Christmas party&lt;br /&gt;9 pm- Home from WCP??&lt;br /&gt;9:30 pm- Clean my room&lt;br /&gt;11 pm- Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-&lt;br /&gt;8 am- Get up&lt;br /&gt;10 am- Be ready for church&lt;br /&gt;10:30 am- Make sure house is clean/Homework: House drawing!&lt;br /&gt;12:30 pm- Go to church&lt;br /&gt;4:30 pm- Home again&lt;br /&gt;5 pm- Show house sometime to girl&lt;br /&gt;6 pm- Homework: House drawings, shoe, stencil, lesson plans, lantern report, masters art&lt;br /&gt;9 pm- Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday-&lt;br /&gt;5 am- Get up&lt;br /&gt;7 am- Go to school&lt;br /&gt;8:30 am- Class: turn in houses and shoe&lt;br /&gt;11:30 am- Out of class/go to Laura's/Brown portfolio&lt;br /&gt;2:30 pm- Back to school&lt;br /&gt;3:30 pm- Class: Turn in stencil work&lt;br /&gt;6 pm- Out of class/Go home&lt;br /&gt;7 pm - Get home&lt;br /&gt;7:30 pm- Homework: lesson plans, lantern report, masters art&lt;br /&gt;10 pm- Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;5 am- Get up&lt;br /&gt;7 am- Work&lt;br /&gt;2:30 pm- Off work&lt;br /&gt;4:30 pm- Class: turn in lesson plans, lantern report, masters art&lt;br /&gt;7 pm- Out of class/Go home&lt;br /&gt;7:45 pm- Get home&lt;br /&gt;8:30 pm- Homework assigned on Monday&lt;br /&gt;10 pm- Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;5 am- Get up&lt;br /&gt;7 am- Go to school&lt;br /&gt;8:30 am- Class&lt;br /&gt;11:30 am- Out of class/Go to Laura's&lt;br /&gt;2:30 pm- Back to school&lt;br /&gt;3:30 pm- Class&lt;br /&gt;6 pm- Out of class&lt;br /&gt;7 pm- Institute&lt;br /&gt;9 pm- Home&lt;br /&gt;10 pm- Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;5 am- Get up&lt;br /&gt;7 am- Work&lt;br /&gt;2:30 pm- Off work&lt;br /&gt;3 pm- Home&lt;br /&gt;4 pm- Finish Comp. homework&lt;br /&gt;8:30 pm- Office at Skittles&lt;br /&gt;10 pm- Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;5 am- Get up&lt;br /&gt;6 am- Go to school&lt;br /&gt;7:15 am- Final&lt;br /&gt;10 am- Turn in comp. stuff&lt;br /&gt;12:15 pm- Haircut&lt;br /&gt;2:30 pm- Home&lt;br /&gt;3 pm- Sleep&lt;br /&gt;4:30 pm- Go to work&lt;br /&gt;5 pm- Work&lt;br /&gt;12:30 am- Off work&lt;br /&gt;1:30 am- Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what happens...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-7728275966517770634?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/7728275966517770634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=7728275966517770634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/7728275966517770634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/7728275966517770634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/12/schedules-and-stuff.html' title='Schedules and stuff'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-996374342684951587</id><published>2008-11-27T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T01:14:59.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I beg for days to know</title><content type='html'>Yes. It is late. But I needed to fix my budget spreadsheet before I forgot. And I did. It is now awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling in a relatively good mood. Being productive has that affect on me. Also, I got two Christmas presents done today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is tomorrow (today!) and I approach it with mixed feelings. Being allergic to gluten leaves a lot to be desired when eating. I can spend a fortune on gluten-free, almost normal tasting foods, but it costs (ha ha, sob) a fortune. I am not made of fortunes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this gluten free thanksgiving is the first of forever many. My family, though, has been entirely lovely and accommodating. My parents have invested in gluten free stuffing, pie, and something else I cannot recall. Lucky me, potatoes and jello and turkey do not have gluten in them or even in their foody minds. How truly awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, who is supremely cool, has taken to going gluten free too. We both have killer stomach problems and she is trying all kinds of things to see what helps. She was (perhaps still is?) going dairy free. She cut out high acidic foods. And now, no gluten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of gluten is rough. But I am determined to live, not survive--live, and to eat yumminess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-996374342684951587?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/996374342684951587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=996374342684951587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/996374342684951587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/996374342684951587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-beg-for-days-to-know.html' title='I beg for days to know'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-8945227685152724833</id><published>2008-11-18T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:12:08.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh noes!!!</title><content type='html'>I went to go to bed and discovered my clothes had congregated on it, sipped the thread kool-aide, and now I have a massive number of clothing corpses to dispose of. And it is very late. I am tempted to merely sleep beneath them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rar rar rar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More time for me to exist, please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And missionaries are dangerous dodgeball players. When they put on the tag, they become terminators. Unbelievable strength in those boys. I wanted to catch a ball and it jammed my wrist. My good one. The one I have to use to do art with. *panic* I NEED that hand!!!!!!!!! I can't use it!!!!!! *über panic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs away screaming*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-8945227685152724833?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/8945227685152724833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=8945227685152724833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/8945227685152724833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/8945227685152724833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-noes.html' title='Oh noes!!!'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-7635627400403692461</id><published>2008-11-07T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:02:40.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister</title><content type='html'>My sister is insanely brilliant. She thinks through things before coming to conclusions. She works hard and dedicates herself to goals. She speaks eloquently and respectfully, and explains her views clearly. She is beautiful and strong and I admire her so much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example of why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://karrenlouise.blogspot.com/2008/11/prop-8-aftermath.html"&gt;Awesome smartitude&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check her out. She's an awesome sandwich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-7635627400403692461?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/7635627400403692461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=7635627400403692461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/7635627400403692461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/7635627400403692461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-sister.html' title='My sister'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-3605820631940682500</id><published>2008-11-04T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:45:38.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes it Shiny...</title><content type='html'>Why I love my new CD the point of appropriate distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing lyrics combined with intense melodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like you're letting go.&lt;br /&gt;I beg for days to know&lt;br /&gt;Why you're letting go.&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the poison&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts in your throat!&lt;br /&gt;I beg for days to know&lt;br /&gt;Why you're letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's all around to see &lt;br /&gt;If we try.&lt;br /&gt;And Maybe it's been inside of me &lt;br /&gt;All this time.&lt;br /&gt;Love love love...&lt;br /&gt;Where did it come from and where &lt;br /&gt;Does it go?&lt;br /&gt;If it were right in front of me &lt;br /&gt;Would I know?&lt;br /&gt;Love love love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voices, &lt;br /&gt;A child in sound, &lt;br /&gt;Fades away&lt;br /&gt;For silence has spoken...&lt;br /&gt;Painfully, I prepare a release&lt;br /&gt;And poison takes me away.&lt;br /&gt;From this world you left below,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to meet you,&lt;br /&gt;I've come to take you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call my name!&lt;br /&gt;Answer me, where I stand.&lt;br /&gt;Now the clouds are twisting higher, &lt;br /&gt;Planting arrows away,&lt;br /&gt;Loose in the darkness of the streets &lt;br /&gt;Are my electricity.&lt;br /&gt;This will go no further, &lt;br /&gt;I swear, it dies today.&lt;br /&gt;Your nights will stay forever &lt;br /&gt;If you dare once more touch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These broken days won't last forever&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll put us back together.&lt;br /&gt;We climb! We crawl!&lt;br /&gt;Tear down the wall&lt;br /&gt;That we've torn down before!&lt;br /&gt;It's not too late, this song will say&lt;br /&gt;What I never say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the lyrics are great and you don't even know how the music goes! Sad to be without it, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-3605820631940682500?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/3605820631940682500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=3605820631940682500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/3605820631940682500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/3605820631940682500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-makes-it-shiny.html' title='What makes it Shiny...'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-2768473166271780784</id><published>2008-11-04T00:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:53:35.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>Enter the Season of Poison with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SRANRtAH9rI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dSCUoaZGSDw/s1600-h/51l9BR7fZTL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SRANRtAH9rI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dSCUoaZGSDw/s320/51l9BR7fZTL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264722562185164466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting for so long. I have it now. It is mine forever. Perhaps you have seen me quoting the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Painfully, I prepare a release..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She ricochets, yeah you don't notice..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list can go further. I could sing most of them by heart now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a look. Live life more fully because of it. &lt;a href="http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum?i=294640813&amp;id=294640755&amp;s=143441"&gt;&lt;img height="15" width="61" alt="Shiny Toy Guns - Season of Poison (Bonus Track Version)" src="http://ax.phobos.apple.com.edgesuite.net/images/badgeitunes61x15dark.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-2768473166271780784?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/2768473166271780784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=2768473166271780784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2768473166271780784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2768473166271780784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/11/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SRANRtAH9rI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dSCUoaZGSDw/s72-c/51l9BR7fZTL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-4322055416463035519</id><published>2008-10-30T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:54:51.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehow I forgot a title the first time</title><content type='html'>gluten = evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me + gluten = never again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you take notes? This was a very important lesson. It will not repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had gluten today and almost died. It's kind of insane. And by insane, I mean, I want to be unconscious. *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, I bought some books! OH YAY! I love books. And I organized "Cartoon Strips" at work. Totally rocked it. No one told me not to. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was not fun. That's all I have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-4322055416463035519?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/4322055416463035519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=4322055416463035519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/4322055416463035519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/4322055416463035519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/10/gluten-evil-me-gluten-never-again-did.html' title='Somehow I forgot a title the first time'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-3048847599090419150</id><published>2008-10-25T19:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:47:55.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SQPaVaa-1jI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rl1pSrX2EJI/s1600-h/Library+-+1131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SQPaVaa-1jI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rl1pSrX2EJI/s320/Library+-+1131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261288851103471154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-3048847599090419150?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/3048847599090419150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=3048847599090419150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/3048847599090419150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/3048847599090419150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/10/rogue.html' title='Rogue'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SQPaVaa-1jI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rl1pSrX2EJI/s72-c/Library+-+1131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-3807119665862440075</id><published>2008-10-24T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:02:50.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life needs direction</title><content type='html'>My life can sometimes fall into a rut. I will be working consistently, going to school daily, and just living. But. Somehow, it's not right. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know. I mean, it's not wrong. It's just monotonous? No... Arg. This is frustrating me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think what it is is that my life is going on and I'm working hard, but I don't feel like I'm making progress. So I'm not down in the dumps because I feel productive! Yay productivity! But where is it going? Leading me on to be a teacher? Is that where I'm headed? That's fine. I don't mind being a teacher. But is that it for me? What about my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;? What about getting married one day? I don't know what will happen there, and it's a little scary to be out of the know. What about creating art that inspires people to feel one way or another? Will that happen? I aim for it, and shoot for it, and try very hard, but will it happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unknown is annoying because I can't see how close I'm getting to those goals. I can see the other goals in my life and my progress towards them. but I just can't see how near or far I am from those two. The two most important goals for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-3807119665862440075?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/3807119665862440075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=3807119665862440075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/3807119665862440075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/3807119665862440075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-needs-direction.html' title='Life needs direction'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-5036811923744556754</id><published>2008-10-06T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T03:32:40.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiny Toy Guns in Concert</title><content type='html'>Well, one of my life goals is almost fully realized. If you didn't notice. You know. If you didn't see these pictures and realize what they meant. If you didn't see them. And know. That I was somewhere. Screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed a lot in the car ride home. It was a 2 hour car ride home too. I shrieked a lot too. And sat in utter silence with a huge smile plastered on my face. Nothing could ruin that mood. And still. That mood persists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SOeU3YHcHFI/AAAAAAAAAO4/37Ham19EaRo/s1600-h/Shiny+Toy+Guns+Concert+-+06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SOeU3YHcHFI/AAAAAAAAAO4/37Ham19EaRo/s320/Shiny+Toy+Guns+Concert+-+06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253331169438342226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SOeU30XcD5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/aGLe3Jaj8kY/s1600-h/Shiny+Toy+Guns+Concert+-+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SOeU30XcD5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/aGLe3Jaj8kY/s320/Shiny+Toy+Guns+Concert+-+24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253331177021640594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him. He was 10 feet away. I could see his facial expressions. See the glitter in his eyes as he scanned the crowd. I could easily imagine he was looking at me sometimes. It was that easy. I was that close. And I could hear his voice. In the same room as me. Singing songs I knew and loved in different ways that I would remember forever. I saw him. I heard him. And then. I met him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He signed my copy of the CD. In silver. Everyone signed in black. It's like he knew. He must have. I could have died. I actually may have. And I got to see his eyes (which were always so awesome anyway) and they are blue! I thought they were dark! I was shocked. And then enthralled. I was dazzled. And as a result, I acted like a complete fan girl. How embarrassing. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SOeU3YKAepI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LRnGBvtaUcc/s1600-h/Shiny+Toy+Guns+Concert+-+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SOeU3YKAepI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LRnGBvtaUcc/s320/Shiny+Toy+Guns+Concert+-+23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253331169449114258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then later, as I gushed about the CD to Jacqueline, he appeared behind me!! Like a ninja. And I died again. And then I got a picture with him and Jacqueline. A man took it. I suspect he is the STG manager or friend or something. I got to talk to that man afterwards a bit and he was very nice and fun. We agreed that Chad is good people. Really good people. In fact, he should be all people. So I could hang out with him. Which is my life goal. To spend a chunk of time with him. To talk about the music we like, argue about the music we don't like, laugh at dumb stuff, and just hang out. I want to hang out. I want to be around him. And I want to hear him sing without the stupid girl in the crowd next to me who sings along as loud as humanly possible. *hate*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SOeU3cwRQXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/qnVbpeMOTTg/s1600-h/Shiny+Toy+Guns+Concert+-+25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SOeU3cwRQXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/qnVbpeMOTTg/s320/Shiny+Toy+Guns+Concert+-+25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253331170683339122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That CD will be one of those things I grab if my house in on fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-5036811923744556754?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/5036811923744556754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=5036811923744556754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/5036811923744556754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/5036811923744556754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/10/shiny-toy-guns-in-concert.html' title='Shiny Toy Guns in Concert'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SOeU3YHcHFI/AAAAAAAAAO4/37Ham19EaRo/s72-c/Shiny+Toy+Guns+Concert+-+06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-5510957861712366124</id><published>2008-10-06T07:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T07:54:54.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dearest friend...</title><content type='html'>Life is full right now. I am always busy, with something on the horizon. I have assignments, work, up and coming events, things to worry about, a cat that I want to kill most of the time, and an iPod to get me through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life is just... full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm preparing an entry about the concert I went to on Wednesday. My favorite band. Shiny Toy Guns. I went. I will write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up and coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-5510957861712366124?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/5510957861712366124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=5510957861712366124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/5510957861712366124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/5510957861712366124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-dearest-friend.html' title='My dearest friend...'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-5639904038388639964</id><published>2008-09-30T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T06:10:37.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few free moments</title><content type='html'>I go to work in 8 minutes. Wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 5 hours of sleep last night. Awesome. It felt good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...uh. I do art all the time? School being all art classes. My cat is a crazy whiner. He sits around our doors and cries for hours on end for NO REASON. He has all the food he wants, we're always playing with him, and what else is there to cry for? It drives us crazy. And then he flies around the house and runs into things and knocks things over. He jumps on stuff and attacks our feet (without his claws, though, thank goodness). But he is NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, cat is walking around the house crying. What a dumb cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-5639904038388639964?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/5639904038388639964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=5639904038388639964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/5639904038388639964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/5639904038388639964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/09/few-free-moments.html' title='A few free moments'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-7868923935531171431</id><published>2008-09-20T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:29:45.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Oceans</title><content type='html'>Today has been awesome. I mean it. Awesome. Stunning. A sky of spectacular colors and music. Good day. GOOD day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a lot of sleep last night. Work was pretty good and productive. I got a Jamba Juice for lunch. I bought a new CD--awesome soundtrack to "Fast and Furious: Tokyo Drift." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the highlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiny Toy Guns released a new song for us. I almost cried, it was so good. I can't stop listening to it. *shiver* I wish it had more Chad, but it's still awesome. If he was hitting some those notes though... I would probably have cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to soak in this song more. It inspired me for a piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="460"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=98652859&amp;width=1337" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=98652859&amp;width=1337" height="460" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/98652859/"&gt;Frozen Oceans&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://abthomas.deviantart.com/"&gt;abthomas&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-7868923935531171431?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/7868923935531171431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=7868923935531171431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/7868923935531171431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/7868923935531171431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/09/frozen-oceans.html' title='Frozen Oceans'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-981436159648200382</id><published>2008-09-15T00:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:46:35.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome in a bottle</title><content type='html'>I feel pretty spectacular! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an AWESOME 21st birthday party on Saturday and some of my favorite people were there!!!! My amazing sister planned and put together the whole thing, because that's how she rolls. My parents came and everyone loved them, and my other sister brought herself and my nephew and everyone LOVED Brady's trick with the iPhone (he can turn it on and unlock it--he figured it out!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought two movies and borrowed a dozen movies I've been meaning to see! I should invite someone over to watch them with me. Sometime. *ponder* How delightful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very tired. I've been doing my homework, but still am not done. I am going to sleep in efforts to get some sleep. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may ask for the saturday after next off to sleep in and chill. Do homework, read, go for a motorcycle ride. Whatever. *peace*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-981436159648200382?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/981436159648200382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=981436159648200382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/981436159648200382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/981436159648200382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/09/awesome-in-bottle.html' title='Awesome in a bottle'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-2266880301877233435</id><published>2008-09-12T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T06:39:35.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts</title><content type='html'>Always tired. Too tired. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a cat. He is small and orange and playful and loving. He is very cute and soft and crazy. He flies around the house and falls all over the place. I love it. He sleeps in not-my-room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough time in the day. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-2266880301877233435?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/2266880301877233435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=2266880301877233435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2266880301877233435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2266880301877233435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/09/facts.html' title='Facts'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-5393979344463651118</id><published>2008-09-05T01:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:29:24.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothes and things I love</title><content type='html'>Doing laundry, Is the only free time I have. Clothes do not last forever. Also, had a long nap today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I am looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shiny Toy Guns in concert. October 1st. All other things are moot. STG is love. Chad Petree is love. This concert will fulfill a life goal of mine. Partially. The other part of that goal is, I shall admit, very unlikely *sob*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Weezer in concert. October 13th. With my Karren. My favorite concert/movie/musical/shopping/fun-thing-to-do buddy. Weezer should be pounds of fun. Pounds. Not ounces. Not quartz. Pounds. Both in weight and monetary worth. Fun band plus fun sister equals awesome memory for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Alkaline trio/Thrice/Rise Against in concert. November 7th. This will be different than other concerts I have attended. The music being different than my usual style. Different crowd. Louder. Rougher. Funner. I shall, without a doubt, get bruised. How marvelous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ludo in concert. November 12th. My most recent adoration. Very awesome. I hope they are good in concert. Must confess, sheer excitement of seeing the Moogle (What I call people who play "Moogs") because he is delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. In a two month period, I shall attend 4 concerts. Hence, I am trying to NOT spend money. Too bad money likes to be spent. It's goal in life is to be spent. Get around. Not stay locally. I try to convince--positively coerce--it into committing, but it is so rebellious. And I just can't stop it. I contemplate stashing the card and seeing how happy money is after that. I am sure it won't be so easy for it to get out to spend time with unsavory individuals. Climbing into registers. Cafés. Even other people's wallets. I don't know where I went wrong--money has just gotten so out of control. What can I do other than take away the plastic? Will I allow money to go towards food? Food is the only friend I like money to associate with. I don't really like gas, but I know gas means well, so I accept it. But other friends are not allowed, but seem to come over anyway. Candy is fat and sticky and leaves messes all over my things. Books take up space and occupy my time. Music is loud and distracting. The problem is that I miss these unacceptable friends when they are not over--and encourage money to associate with them again. I am the enabler. What sucker I have proven to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-5393979344463651118?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/5393979344463651118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=5393979344463651118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/5393979344463651118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/5393979344463651118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/09/clothes-and-things-i-love.html' title='Clothes and things I love'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-9220410927705012309</id><published>2008-08-29T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T02:43:08.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, it is late--I am aware</title><content type='html'>It happens on occasion (less frequently than it used to be) that I stay up late. For the past couple weeks, I have been very steady in my going-to-bed-at-a-reasonable-time routine. Tonight, I stayed up late. I decided I needed to finish something I had yet to have finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar: The Last Airbender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally watched it all. I am extremely satisfied. It served as a good distraction as well, from some particularly severe abdominal pain. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Tomorrow I have my computer art class. Yay!? I have not been to it yet--first day. And then I have work. And then I have work again Saturday morning. And on Saturday evening I have a jewelry party. And then Sunday is Sunday. And--and--and! I am tired already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^__^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-9220410927705012309?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/9220410927705012309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=9220410927705012309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/9220410927705012309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/9220410927705012309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/08/yes-it-is-late-i-am-aware.html' title='Yes, it is late--I am aware'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-6061518080832943568</id><published>2008-08-19T23:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:14:00.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News news, what's the news?</title><content type='html'>I hasn't got news. I lied. Full of lies. The everything is a lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I went to Cheesecake Factory with Dan to celebrate hanging out and our birthdays. he paid, as my present, and then I bought him a movie at Borders. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sunburns are going away. They still itch like crazy, but not as painful anymore. :3 And peeling less!! They had majorly bad peeling. Majorly... -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm... Been painting! And sketching. I wrote up a script for  the first chapter of a graphic novel I've been carefully crafting for the past 4 years. And today I finally did, basically, story boarding. That's what I call it. I actually just looked at my scripting and planned out each page. I ended up adding more pages than the script entailed. Brilliant. 10 more pages than planned. I just kept trying to cram so much onto a page. Maybe tomorrow I will draw a page! Oh. I think I will pencil all the pages of chapter 1 before I ink them. Yeah. You know. Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should clean off my drafting table. It's a little cluttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SKvELQCG72I/AAAAAAAAANs/9i_yLGtYwRE/s1600-h/032405_yotsuba03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SKvELQCG72I/AAAAAAAAANs/9i_yLGtYwRE/s320/032405_yotsuba03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236494689309749090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-6061518080832943568?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/6061518080832943568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=6061518080832943568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/6061518080832943568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/6061518080832943568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/08/news-news-whats-news.html' title='News news, what&apos;s the news?'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SKvELQCG72I/AAAAAAAAANs/9i_yLGtYwRE/s72-c/032405_yotsuba03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-1802569585133639671</id><published>2008-08-15T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:53:26.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things</title><content type='html'>There are a few things that kind of engulf my soul. But we are not here to talk about all of them. We are here to talk about Shiny Toy Guns--my favorite band. The band I relish over, die over, and live for. Chad Petree, my celebrity crush, and he stupendous voice. Yes. They are my life and love when it comes to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are releasing a new album. In October. I can hardly wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they released a new single today!! TODAY!!! They got a new singer, Sisley Treasure. I wasn't sure how I felt about her voice, being it's a lot lower than Cara's was... But I like it now. A lot. It works nicely with Chad's. And Chad's is lovely, of course. And usual. He always hits those notes right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricochet. Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-1802569585133639671?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/1802569585133639671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=1802569585133639671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/1802569585133639671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/1802569585133639671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/08/few-things.html' title='A few things'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-3624565095822165640</id><published>2008-08-11T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T17:44:59.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on the river</title><content type='html'>I went river rafting! And by rafting, I mean, floating down the calmest river ever and attacking other boats full of your friends. With water guns! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of this event, though, I came away with a lot of bruises and very bad sunburns. T__T The sunburns are was make me sad. Today, at work, any time anything touched a sunburned portion of flesh (clothed or not) it stung with a thousand needles of PAIN. And I checked later and found that my sunburned legs have begun to bleed a little. Ehh.. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a very good mood though. I just am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-3624565095822165640?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/3624565095822165640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=3624565095822165640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/3624565095822165640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/3624565095822165640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-on-river.html' title='Life on the river'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-430398831135469380</id><published>2008-08-03T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T18:53:45.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being migrained</title><content type='html'>In efforts to distract my migraine, I have been enjoying lolcats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SJZhFzIxOtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/RBjoK2szxwU/s1600-h/Miss+piggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SJZhFzIxOtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/RBjoK2szxwU/s320/Miss+piggy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230474769491638994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SJZhGKELWWI/AAAAAAAAANE/_5z6m_8q3FM/s1600-h/mock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SJZhGKELWWI/AAAAAAAAANE/_5z6m_8q3FM/s320/mock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230474775646394722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SJZhGB7QCnI/AAAAAAAAANM/jdtegZ6AAYY/s1600-h/mine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SJZhGB7QCnI/AAAAAAAAANM/jdtegZ6AAYY/s320/mine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230474773461469810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SJZhGWeZSjI/AAAAAAAAANU/iqFYy4E3egA/s1600-h/survival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SJZhGWeZSjI/AAAAAAAAANU/iqFYy4E3egA/s320/survival.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230474778977585714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SJZgv8ivUoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9m8uIiKGvdc/s1600-h/What+cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SJZgv8ivUoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9m8uIiKGvdc/s320/What+cookie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230474394059362946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SJZgwADm-jI/AAAAAAAAAMc/1HzA5XWvHak/s1600-h/drama+monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SJZgwADm-jI/AAAAAAAAAMc/1HzA5XWvHak/s320/drama+monkey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230474395002534450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SJZgwHS-SjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/GCieTzx3Q48/s1600-h/haz+luv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SJZgwHS-SjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/GCieTzx3Q48/s320/haz+luv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230474396946025010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SJZgwdN3fyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/14UeNcBFSO4/s1600-h/humph!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SJZgwdN3fyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/14UeNcBFSO4/s320/humph!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230474402830188322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SJZgwbclGYI/AAAAAAAAAM0/8zBIIh9G0Mo/s1600-h/Invisible+carriage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SJZgwbclGYI/AAAAAAAAAM0/8zBIIh9G0Mo/s320/Invisible+carriage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230474402355026306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took excedrine, now I lay down. It's starting it's magical powers... -v-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-430398831135469380?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/430398831135469380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=430398831135469380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/430398831135469380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/430398831135469380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/08/being-migrained.html' title='Being migrained'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SJZhFzIxOtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/RBjoK2szxwU/s72-c/Miss+piggy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-6625599028934702261</id><published>2008-08-03T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T01:42:22.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm like--I'm like--WHOA!</title><content type='html'>I'm completely euphoric. Truly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKING DAWN WAS THE BEST EVER! Better than Harry Potter! Than anything! So much awesomeness! Can't handle it! *amazing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I own the whole series. Kind of a splurge for me. But, I figured I deserved it, since I am amazingly persuasive even unto my own mind. Like Jasper... Ish. If I were a Vampire, I wonder if I would have some outstanding gift? *wonder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, let's deviate from Twlightery. Just for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had set this goal, see, that if I didn't get an iTouch for my birthday, I would buy one. I had all these reasons for why I would too. One, I'm not home much anymore and I have begun to miss important emails and such. Two, my internet is the pits and I don't get to use it much. Three, my iPod is getting very weak in battery life. Those were very valid reasons and I was convinced. And then, I was balancing my checkbook, and thinking about how I would begin school soon and work less and have much less of an income. And suddenly, it was far less important to have an iTouch and far more important to have money saved up. After all, I would spend all my time on the internet no matter where I was and I couldn't afford to slap down 300+ dollars for an iTouch because I was getting out of touch (yeah, cool play on words, yeah? Thought of that on the spot. I'm cool like that). I also decided I could live without a new digital camera because mine DOES work, even if it is not superbly... I can live without a 10 mega pixel skinny camera. I don't take a ton of pictures anyway except of my artwork and people and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I want both things a lot, but not enough to spend a couple hundred dollars on them. I would rather be eating come December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence I bought myself some Twilight books. The newest book only cost me 15 dollars with my rewards discount--that's nothing. And then I won 25 borders bucks from work, which pays for 1 and a half books--maybe 2. So, I had no trouble negotiating my way into a new set of lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ze end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-6625599028934702261?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/6625599028934702261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=6625599028934702261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/6625599028934702261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/6625599028934702261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-like-im-like-whoa.html' title='I&apos;m like--I&apos;m like--WHOA!'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-4178692018679040198</id><published>2008-08-01T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:03:21.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To do</title><content type='html'>I have an open day until work this evening, so I have things to do! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Laundry&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Clean room&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Store&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Art&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Work outfit&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Knit&lt;br /&gt;[x] Some Blog Transfer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-4178692018679040198?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/4178692018679040198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=4178692018679040198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/4178692018679040198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/4178692018679040198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-do.html' title='To do'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-2559809656284497640</id><published>2008-07-21T00:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:01:02.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something more than you</title><content type='html'>I feel awesome self-confident. Almost half of the day has been spent in perfect confidence. Amazing. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-2559809656284497640?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/2559809656284497640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=2559809656284497640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2559809656284497640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2559809656284497640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/07/something-more-than-you.html' title='Something more than you'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-726804077770959793</id><published>2008-07-14T06:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T06:55:15.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit</title><content type='html'>I would bend time and space to give you wings.&lt;br /&gt;Then you could fly, like in your dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-726804077770959793?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/726804077770959793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=726804077770959793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/726804077770959793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/726804077770959793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/07/bit.html' title='A bit'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-6235099007982591855</id><published>2008-07-07T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T01:55:06.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching the reins</title><content type='html'>My life has been out of control, but in a most ninja like way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized today I have not been a very good friend to my friends. I have not made efforts to hang out with any of them, or even called them. I have always been a little shy about people who are not my BFF's, but I must change that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have been not as vigilant in my calling as I should be--this is changing. Emails galore to help everyone, as well as me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, attacking school with all my guns ablaze. I make phone calls in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I balanced my checkbook, on a notecard since my book is full. I must order a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to the bank tomorrow--or rather, today. Heh? I have been NOT spending money and been extra frugal with it and it's paying off. Literally. :) Continue saving, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I feel better already. Got the ball rolling on life, and it feels good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-6235099007982591855?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/6235099007982591855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=6235099007982591855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/6235099007982591855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/6235099007982591855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/07/catching-reins.html' title='Catching the reins'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-6315140632446496794</id><published>2008-07-06T00:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T00:22:12.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right here, right now</title><content type='html'>Wooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been working a lot. Obviously. Social life? None. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been getting up early early to water Tim's yard. It's a weird feeling to wander in their backyard and turn on the hose and water the grass when his roommates are all inside doing whatever they do in the morning. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else going on. Yeah.. Not much at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-6315140632446496794?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/6315140632446496794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=6315140632446496794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/6315140632446496794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/6315140632446496794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/07/right-here-right-now.html' title='Right here, right now'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-7736354238900133665</id><published>2008-06-26T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:33:41.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate</title><content type='html'>I got to sleep in today. :3 I slept in really late. It was lovely. But, also a mistake, because I should have gone to the store. Alas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room mates and I are throwing a house warming party this weekend. It'll be very chill and laid back, but we need food. I am not excited to buy that food--it will be a lot of food. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I went to my neighbors house this evening for Jaren's surprise party! I went early to help Tim set up, and no one else showed up to help. I was shocked. So we made cake, and cleaned the house, and put food out. He watered some trees outside while I watered the plants inside. I later decorated the cakes as people came. The party was fun and there was dancing by the end of it, lots of fun music. I got to see Hannah and had SO much fun chattering with her about whatever and ever. Secret stuff. Y'know. Like. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I helped clean up. I washed the dishes while Tim put food away and such. He got some of the chocolate cake on his shirt and was silly and refused to go change out of it into something else, so I had to clean it on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I baby sit the bebe tomorrow, as usual. I am determined to get there on time. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did laundry today too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do:&lt;br /&gt;Study for history final&lt;br /&gt;Clean my room&lt;br /&gt;Clean the house&lt;br /&gt;Buy food, and party food&lt;br /&gt;Weed the backyard&lt;br /&gt;Buy a tree (?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-7736354238900133665?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/7736354238900133665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=7736354238900133665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/7736354238900133665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/7736354238900133665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/06/chocolate.html' title='Chocolate'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-3005012846990546090</id><published>2008-06-23T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T09:26:08.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS is why I laughed like crazy--I finished!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SF_Ofgva-RI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5IrwZjBPuPw/s1600-h/Temple+Painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SF_Ofgva-RI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5IrwZjBPuPw/s320/Temple+Painting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215113934278424850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-3005012846990546090?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/3005012846990546090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=3005012846990546090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/3005012846990546090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/3005012846990546090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-why-i-laughed-like-crazy-i.html' title='THIS is why I laughed like crazy--I finished!!'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SF_Ofgva-RI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5IrwZjBPuPw/s72-c/Temple+Painting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-6984066971374210857</id><published>2008-06-22T02:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T02:08:16.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HA HA HA HA!!!</title><content type='html'>Why am I laughing like a crazy head? I will tell you later. Seriously, I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some Mushroom Leek soup this evening, and it turned out well. A teensy bit thin, but no one need know but the people in the family who know better. And the taste is still right and good, so the ward will be happy at the Linger Longer. Happiness prevails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a song on Garage Band the other day, and I'm highly pleased because I can't read music to save my life. But I can hear the note that I need and the program has a nifty little sound to note thing. Kind of thing. Like... I put a note on the scale and it sounds it so I can adjust until it's right, and then I put another one beside it. And adjust the length of each note. :3 I am very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm... Mmmm! I took a final today! My first final! My arts of asia class. I studied like a madwoman for it and I think I did really well!!! I felt so confident in my answers. ^_^ YEE!! And the teacher took me aside and said I was looking at a B average, which is WAY more than I thought I had. So, whoa and yay! I'm so pleased. SO pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been feeling so inspired to write and things are coming nicely out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, good mood all around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-6984066971374210857?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/6984066971374210857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=6984066971374210857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/6984066971374210857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/6984066971374210857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/06/ha-ha-ha-ha.html' title='HA HA HA HA!!!'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-7758199918998893683</id><published>2008-06-20T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T11:37:48.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mah Ha!</title><content type='html'>I feel like I should write something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O hai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very busy with work and school. Trying to get sleep in wherever possible, too. Yesterday I was really sick though, and called work to see how heavy it was and told them I was willing to come in. But they said it was fine, I should rest. I was grateful, but now it's Friday, almost friday noon, and the pain remains. This all sucks something fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to go buy food today. Also, deposit money. And clean my room. All before 2. Then Jacqueline comes over for some creativity time, and then I go to Gwen's for dinner. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-7758199918998893683?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/7758199918998893683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=7758199918998893683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/7758199918998893683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/7758199918998893683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/06/mah-ha.html' title='Mah Ha!'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-8546815778362053550</id><published>2008-06-01T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T04:01:53.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving, settling, and relaxing</title><content type='html'>Today was complicated. Very complicated. I'm extremely tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I got 1 hour of sleep last night. My mind was racing, for some bizarre reason. *shrug* Then I got up at 7am to get ready for school. I did my homework, turned it in, and then went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then proceeded to get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I packed my remaining things--things I use regularly. Ooh. That was tiring. Then it was off to the shorebreeze to fetch my moving buddies. It took over an hour to round them all up. But we needed every one of them: James, Meredith, and Jaren. My brother-in-law came a short while later and he helped us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved everything into a U-Haul van and drove it to my house. Then we emptied it all into the garage. Most people left, so I trickled some of the stuff out. But I left around 6:15 to go to a talent/variety show to see all my friends perform. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then James and I drove back to my parents to get the desk we forgot and some more food and bedding. Then back to my house, where James put my desk in my room, and then constructed my drafting table and my bed. Then we went to his apartment and watched Moulin Rouge because I hadn't seen it. I liked it. It made me cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I was a zombie walking, but by the time I got home I was more awake, so I unpacked some more. Mostly, the things I needed. Computer stuff, my bedding, clothes, pajamas, scriptures. But I haven't found all my shoes, so I'll have to dig those up before church or else go in converses. Hrm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-8546815778362053550?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/8546815778362053550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=8546815778362053550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/8546815778362053550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/8546815778362053550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/06/moving-settling-and-relaxing.html' title='Moving, settling, and relaxing'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-1345017048120818709</id><published>2008-05-23T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T23:11:57.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A thousand ways</title><content type='html'>I worked. All. Day. Oh. Man. I'm so tired. Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got there an hour early due to miscalculations on my part of travel time. Ah well. And then I read the handbook for an hour, signed stuff for a half hour, and then tore the covers of magazines for an hour. I shelved books the rest of the day (5 hours of shelving). I got a ticket for parking in one place too long, but it was implied they would cover it because someone told me I could park there. I hope it is. I kind of need all the money I can get. Shelving... shelving. SHELVING. *twitch* I didn't finish shelving the fiction cart I loaded out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move in a week. Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a little overwhelmed right now, though. Yeah... It's staggering me. I need to take tomorrow after school off. I work on Monday, so Saturday is my day. Yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, music makes my heart hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-1345017048120818709?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/1345017048120818709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=1345017048120818709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/1345017048120818709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/1345017048120818709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/05/thousand-ways.html' title='A thousand ways'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-7822420368400208251</id><published>2008-05-22T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T23:04:10.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the progress of Al kind</title><content type='html'>Al being me. Allison. Alli. Al. Grasp it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed my lease. I move on the last weekend of May! Eek! X) I'm so excited!!! ^_^ A house and a room and roommates again! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also. I got my job. Officially, I start tomorrow morning. Man! I'm excited. :3 That mans money. I have be extra thrifty and frugal. I will manage. I can't afford to spend money willy nilly because I will have barely enough to eat and buy gas with. And pay my rent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to make sure I finish getting into SJSU. So much to do... still. &gt;_&lt; Gwar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to attend a comic/cartoon costume party in June, and I need to prepare my costume. Rogue. I shall be her. I'll be awesome!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to write a paper due Saturday. I'll work on it a lot tonight, and finish tomorrow night. Yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-7822420368400208251?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/7822420368400208251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=7822420368400208251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/7822420368400208251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/7822420368400208251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-progress-of-al-kind.html' title='On the progress of Al kind'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-6225971192369773927</id><published>2008-05-13T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:29:26.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life unfolds</title><content type='html'>My life is on the verge of drastic, permanent change. In so many ways. It's a bit intimidating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving out again, hopefully in a more permanent manner, within the next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to a university in the Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, wow. So much change. And I keep changing internally as well. Making decisions and coming to conclusions. Some of them are very hard for me to make, and I will try to fight myself on them someday, if not immediately. But I'll rely on others to help me when I need it. And I do need it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can see clearly and not be blinded by silly oddities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-6225971192369773927?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/6225971192369773927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=6225971192369773927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/6225971192369773927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/6225971192369773927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-unfolds.html' title='Life unfolds'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-1700736065039661270</id><published>2008-05-06T22:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:49:08.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>I have a Twitter. Who knew? Not me. Didn't think I'd ever go there. I have. I'm there. I might possibly be the Mayor of Twitterville. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SCFCslivKwI/AAAAAAAAAME/Wl4TR6DgXxM/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SCFCslivKwI/AAAAAAAAAME/Wl4TR6DgXxM/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197508778721749762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha, Twitter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-1700736065039661270?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/1700736065039661270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=1700736065039661270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/1700736065039661270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/1700736065039661270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/05/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SCFCslivKwI/AAAAAAAAAME/Wl4TR6DgXxM/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-356905765993273371</id><published>2008-04-21T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:53:53.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I no evil?</title><content type='html'>I am feeling energetic and productive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran outside for about 30 minutes and took pictures of our pretty garden. I can see it outside my window everyday and today I noticed the rose bush was pretty in the sunlight, so off I went. And there I saw all these other flowers I had never seen through my window. Photos were taken. Love was shared. Tears were shed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm completely ready to be productive and happy. So I'm going to do my homework and maybe even do all the homework for the rest of the quarter (as far as I can do them, as some may involve a movie or discussion) for my History class. I will then, perhaps between some homework, go finish my bathroom and bedroom cleaning process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo! I feel really upbeat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-356905765993273371?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/356905765993273371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=356905765993273371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/356905765993273371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/356905765993273371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/04/have-i-no-evil.html' title='Have I no evil?'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-2350614051891240958</id><published>2008-04-19T00:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:48:37.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Foe Scenarios</title><content type='html'>I love this song so very much, I just have to put the lyrics here. Now. And insist you find it and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The things we laid do not amount to much&lt;br /&gt;Made of abandoned wood, loose stones and such.&lt;br /&gt;This revolution, baby,&lt;br /&gt;Proves who you work for lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Release the castaways who run amok&lt;br /&gt;From self appointed winds which blow and such.&lt;br /&gt;When present tense get strangled in the mire&lt;br /&gt;Made of our cozy decomposing wires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you work baby?&lt;br /&gt;Does it work for you lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the night is over and the walls start burning,&lt;br /&gt;When fire starts to matter and the clock's still churning.&lt;br /&gt;Clichés and other chatter keep our minds from learning&lt;br /&gt;Our minds keep learning&lt;br /&gt;It's alright&lt;br /&gt;It's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things we laid do not amount to much&lt;br /&gt;Made up of thought balloons and cotton swabs&lt;br /&gt;When present tense get strangled in the woes&lt;br /&gt;Made up our future foe scenarios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This revolution, baby,&lt;br /&gt;Proves who you work for lately.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you work for, baby,&lt;br /&gt;Does it work for you lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the night is over and the walls start linking&lt;br /&gt;When fire starts to matter and the clock's still sinking&lt;br /&gt;Clichés and all the chatter keep our minds from thinking&lt;br /&gt;I must keep thinking&lt;br /&gt;It's alright!&lt;br /&gt;It's alright.&lt;br /&gt;It's alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright.&lt;br /&gt;That's when it turned on me&lt;br /&gt;A motorcade of 'meant to be's&lt;br /&gt;Parade of beauty queens&lt;br /&gt;Where soft entwines make kindling.&lt;br /&gt;These many detailed things&lt;br /&gt;Like broken nails and plastic rings&lt;br /&gt;Will win by keeping me&lt;br /&gt;From speaking to my new darling!&lt;br /&gt;And there's no way to know&lt;br /&gt;Our future foe scenarios&lt;br /&gt;That's when it turned on me&lt;br /&gt;Where bobby pins held angel wings."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-2350614051891240958?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/2350614051891240958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=2350614051891240958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2350614051891240958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2350614051891240958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/04/future-foe-scenarios.html' title='Future Foe Scenarios'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-2369803492838805462</id><published>2008-04-13T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:43:22.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A motorcade of meant-to-be's</title><content type='html'>When I was following the path along Geology, I knew certain things would not happen and certain things would happen later. I didn't know specifics, but a lot of things were going to happen later in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I changed to become an art teacher, it dawned on me (only days ago) that things were different this way. Things that weren't possible before, are very possible now. And things that were for later, can now be sooner. It's daunting, but not really... I'm just getting ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-2369803492838805462?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/2369803492838805462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=2369803492838805462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2369803492838805462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2369803492838805462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/04/motorcade-of-meant-to-bes.html' title='A motorcade of meant-to-be&apos;s'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-5485099425389893801</id><published>2008-04-11T23:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:23:33.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like towers</title><content type='html'>My first week of the new quarter is almost over. One more class tomorrow morning. I know. Saturday class. Lame, yeah? But it could be worse. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to take the initiative in my life. Things I've been wanting to do, I just have to do. I can't argue that I want it if I won't work for it. I have to keep trying. It's rough. -_- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to find an apartment. And get a job of some kind. I'm tired of no job. I want to learn a language I actually like (spanish=no likey) and keep up my schoolwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like retake that math class this summer. I am. Or will. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me. One of my classes was canceled for the whole quarter, so I had to find a new class to take. I wanted one that transfers to SJSU in my major but everything was full. I finally found the advanced ceramics class had some open spots and emailed the teacher and got in. I took the intro class a few quarters ago, so if I take this, it'll fulfill the requirement for taking a ceramics course at SJSU. Did that make sense? Somehow I think it didn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-5485099425389893801?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/5485099425389893801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=5485099425389893801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/5485099425389893801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/5485099425389893801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/04/like-towers.html' title='Like towers'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-1723110547440031196</id><published>2008-04-04T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:21:52.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patchwork farms</title><content type='html'>I feel brand new. Or rather, back to normal. Like I once did but haven't felt in a long while. It's extremely comforting and pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even have a cold, and don't care. *snuggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to switch my major back to art. I realized, after much deliberation, I was unhappy. And I tried a lot of things to get back to my happy place, but to no avail. And when someone mentioned to me, I might be happy doing art again. I felt they were right, but still fought it. But then it occurred to me... I would actually enjoy being an art teacher. For high schoolers, yeah? I loved my high school art classes. They were like a second home. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am, altering my schedule for next quarter so I'm taking two art classes instead of two science classes. And I feel really good about it! :D YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-1723110547440031196?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/1723110547440031196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=1723110547440031196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/1723110547440031196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/1723110547440031196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/04/patchwork-farms.html' title='Patchwork farms'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-6432432527781966798</id><published>2008-03-31T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:52:31.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My spoon is too big</title><content type='html'>So, the past week, I have been on lent. Or rather, something that is very like, but not the exact same as lent. Basically, lent with a different name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I lented? (new word, use it) Internet. Most internet. Specifically!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook&lt;br /&gt;MySpace&lt;br /&gt;Instant Messaging (except in emergencies)&lt;br /&gt;And I have tried to keep from blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have created a rewards system for myself. Every week I go without, I get to buy myself a book. :3 Yee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect I must add YouTube to that list because it is VERY distracting. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Why I have lented these things away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend far too much time on the computer being lazy youtubing, facebooking, myspacing, and whatever else. And I need to spend more time being real and doing real things. Like spending time with the family. Reading books. Drawing. Walking. Singing. Writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been writing! I wrote a short story, six pages long, that no one will ever read. Ever. I'm shy. But &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Well. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Expect much from me on this front. Or any other front. I'm off being whatever I want to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-6432432527781966798?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/6432432527781966798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=6432432527781966798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/6432432527781966798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/6432432527781966798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-spoon-is-too-big.html' title='My spoon is too big'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146476.post-2660049419735993856</id><published>2008-03-24T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T09:21:55.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the wars</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder if the pains will just taper off, yeah? Maybe after a few more months, they'll be gone. I mean, sometimes I don't feel them! That's a good sign. But then again, sometimes I do feel them. Quite sharply. And though the magnitude of whatever it is has decreased over the weeks, the fact remains: I'm still in pain. After a month. That is a bad bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's get an ultrasound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! So... 32 ounces of water sounds like a lot. But it's actually only 4 cups of water. Yeah. That's it. Right? Well... 4 cups of water? IS A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water is NOT a tasty tasty treat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146476-2660049419735993856?l=amakena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/feeds/2660049419735993856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146476&amp;postID=2660049419735993856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2660049419735993856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146476/posts/default/2660049419735993856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amakena.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-wars.html' title='In the wars'/><author><name>Alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305994350469546712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTjXSVvHRQE/SsjbzK1Y75I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JYENz_MJT0w/S220/n503931376_978529_8004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
