<?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-5571683</id><updated>2011-08-29T08:07:10.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Silence</title><subtitle type='html'>And so my story begins... as a teen. The child in me gone, stolen with my inocence. My silence of years past now broken, I fight trough this world with what I gained from my time of silence... my strength and faith. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-110410687900553700</id><published>2004-12-26T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T19:21:19.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shards of Glass</title><summary type='text'>I am sitting in the dark, go figure. It's norrmal, my step dad seemingly hates the light. The dark just allows the pain of the shards to peirce my soul far deeper than the serface, while the cold quite from my side seems to slowly choke my heart. I wake in the night only to find the gerbils in there place, and the spot next to me cold and empty. But this is normal, but far worse when Ayato is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/110410687900553700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=110410687900553700' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/110410687900553700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/110410687900553700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/12/shards-of-glass.html' title='Shards of Glass'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-110089334388138313</id><published>2004-11-19T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T14:42:46.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smores Cupcakes</title><summary type='text'>I finished my finals today, only 6 more to go this year. I finally passed my math class, but they gave me the same teacher again. Oh well... My new classes seem good, though my English class is huge, 33 students. This is why I can't stand inner-city schools, well part of it. Life hasn't changed much except my mom not being around much.I have spent the last 12 weeks in school, bored out of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/110089334388138313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=110089334388138313' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/110089334388138313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/110089334388138313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/11/smores-cupcakes.html' title='Smores Cupcakes'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-109753121208400091</id><published>2004-10-11T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T16:46:52.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><summary type='text'>I don't know what to post, it's been to long. My older sister moved out, finally. I also got to talk to Audi and Jen, who both moved out of state. We got a new little fuzzy thing, who can't decide f she is a cat, dog, or monster. That would be Sassy.School is going pretty well, PSAT's are Wensday. Oh joy. I will miss Career Center for that. One day behind isn't bad. I have a project due </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/109753121208400091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=109753121208400091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/109753121208400091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/109753121208400091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/10/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-109503729128174958</id><published>2004-09-12T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T20:01:31.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Different</title><summary type='text'>Some people don' seem to understand, life is what you make of it. I am in a class with 18 other students, all of which happen to be males. Construction is not a field you see most females in, but when one does step up to the plate they seem to be hit at every angle by harsh words, because they don't have a dick. I am not any better or worse than any of the guys in that class. I don't see why if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/109503729128174958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=109503729128174958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/109503729128174958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/109503729128174958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/09/different.html' title='Different'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-109251209178198124</id><published>2004-08-14T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T14:34:51.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why...</title><summary type='text'>Those who know me know that the end of August was bad for me last year with the passing of my grandfather, well this August I lost my great grandmother, the funral was thursday... my grandmothers birthday. I can not imagine how hard it must of been for grandma to bury her mom on her birthday. I was going to go with my dad back to the lake this year, I would have left today. I had a lot of fun up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/109251209178198124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=109251209178198124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/109251209178198124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/109251209178198124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/08/why.html' title='Why...'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-109121198240712141</id><published>2004-07-30T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T13:26:22.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Events</title><summary type='text'>I have been volintring at the Faith Mission this week, I was going to go today but I slept until 11:40am. Ayato, Dwarf and I went to the fair last night, we didn't get out of the parking lot until 11:30. Dwarf is probley grounded now. Ayato thouhgt there was something wrong wiht me last night because I kept stairing off into space. I think she forgot about the stuff I was taking. Ayato and I  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/109121198240712141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=109121198240712141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/109121198240712141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/109121198240712141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/07/recent-events.html' title='Recent Events'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-109028461519851133</id><published>2004-07-15T21:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T19:55:15.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crystal Dragons</title><summary type='text'>The other evening I was looking at my crystal that has a dragon etched in it. I began to think of things that had happened I wish had never ended, but today brought back things I wish did not stay frozen within me. I was talking with my grandmother as she was reading her mail, when she got to a card she read it aloud and it made me want to cry. My grandfather died almost a year ago, and one of my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/109028461519851133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=109028461519851133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/109028461519851133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/109028461519851133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/07/crystal-dragons_15.html' title='Crystal Dragons'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-108920525307108293</id><published>2004-07-07T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T08:00:53.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell?!</title><summary type='text'>After the last time my stepsisters were up, I've been kicked out of my bed every time they come up. After about two weeks the one who was here left yesterday I got my bed back... but I get kicked out again for two more nights because the other girl is coming up. This is completely wrong. They come up and then go home and fucking lie to their mom to make us seem like the bad guys. I have nothing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/108920525307108293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=108920525307108293' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/108920525307108293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/108920525307108293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/07/what-hell.html' title='What the hell?!'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-108811405894920979</id><published>2004-06-24T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T16:54:18.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep....</title><summary type='text'>Long time no post. I have been spending a lot of time with Ayato, and doing a lot of sleeping, 2 hour afternoon naps. The other day I was at Ayato's and we watched "But I'm A Cheerleader" a funnny movie about a gay rehab center. My sister is up from GA and is basical making plans for me, I have spentonly about a day at a time at home... I haven't gotten to see Ayato that much this week, it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/108811405894920979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=108811405894920979' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/108811405894920979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/108811405894920979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/06/sleep.html' title='Sleep....'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-108570396981351526</id><published>2004-05-27T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T19:26:50.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken.</title><summary type='text'>Ayato got her car insured and plated... she was talkin about  coming over today. She didn't she told me she's a chicken shit and afraid to drive by herself still. My pot that went to competition didn't win anything and it came home today. One of the vessals for my final project broke and I had to build a new one, which I will speed glaze next week. I have finals next week... oh joy. My friends </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/108570396981351526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=108570396981351526' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/108570396981351526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/108570396981351526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/05/chicken.html' title='Chicken.'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-108523895378048814</id><published>2004-05-22T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T10:15:53.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flour and life</title><summary type='text'>Life is not always easy... trust me it likes to bite people in the ass. My step-sisters come up next weekend and that is the weekend right before finals. So I have already got the basement set up for me to study and sleep. I still have to finish cleaning my room at some point today so that my step-sisters have nothing to bitch about. I think I am going to just stay in the basement now, it's not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/108523895378048814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=108523895378048814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/108523895378048814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/108523895378048814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/05/flour-and-life.html' title='Flour and life'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-108449344657410312</id><published>2004-05-13T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T19:10:46.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><summary type='text'>Hello again people who have nothing better to do than read this. I have no school tomorrow so my fate is in cleaning my room (yea it's no mans land). But I went to the library today. Yea I did something productive. I got 3 dvds to watch tonight Noir, Samurai X and Entrapment. I got some books too, The Nikpol Trilogy, The Simpsons (hey the shows good why not try the graphic novel), Akira, Mystic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/108449344657410312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=108449344657410312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/108449344657410312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/108449344657410312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/05/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-108441602423286844</id><published>2004-05-12T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T18:45:52.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!!!!</title><summary type='text'>I can be like all happy now and stop sulking now. Ayato has not left me for that other person. A load has been taken off my chest. I need to go do my homework. Ayato I love you with all my heart.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/108441602423286844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=108441602423286844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/108441602423286844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/108441602423286844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/05/yay.html' title='Yay!!!!'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-108433183060680001</id><published>2004-05-11T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T22:19:24.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Again...</title><summary type='text'>I always thought that letting my heart stay cold would be best. To never really fell the pain of any loss, or experience happiness, never care, yet most of all ever fall in love. I never thought true love was real until a few months ago. Maybe I am a fool for even thinking it is real,  but I still think it is. Every person I have dated until now have gotten over with out a second thought. But now</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/108433183060680001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=108433183060680001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/108433183060680001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/108433183060680001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/05/broken-again.html' title='Broken Again...'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-108354383296091439</id><published>2004-05-02T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T19:27:02.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey</title><summary type='text'>monkeylander"&gt;http://www.3bgames.co.uk/monkeylander/monkeylandersmallicon.gif" border="0" /&gt;Monkey LanderFree Online Games</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/108354383296091439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=108354383296091439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/108354383296091439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/108354383296091439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/05/monkey.html' title='Monkey'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-108298193904522209</id><published>2004-04-26T07:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T07:22:02.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life... it likes to bite you in the ass.</title><summary type='text'>I don't really have much to say... life sucks is about it. I stayed at Togaio's this weekend and missed church. Well my father and evil step mother want to sit down and talk with me. My life is not my step mother's concern, she has four children of her own that have issues. This was the first time I had spent time with Togaio since November 15, 2003, over five months. My life has been nothing but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/108298193904522209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=108298193904522209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/108298193904522209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/108298193904522209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/04/life-it-likes-to-bite-you-in-ass.html' title='Life... it likes to bite you in the ass.'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-108251432216642247</id><published>2004-04-20T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T21:28:19.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets see which hatches first</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/108251432216642247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=108251432216642247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/108251432216642247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/108251432216642247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/04/lets-see-which-hatches-first.html' title='Lets see which hatches first'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-108206446851681011</id><published>2004-04-15T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T16:30:40.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no post...</title><summary type='text'>Sorry, I've been quite busy lately. Last week I went to Florida for leadership training lead by Dr. Tim Elmore, and this week I am playing hit the books. Florida... We left the Saturday after we got out of school. We stayed at a church down in Alabama, were we slept on cold floors. We got down there Sunday and we stayed at Laguna Beach. I slept while everyone else went out and got burned. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/108206446851681011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=108206446851681011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/108206446851681011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/108206446851681011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/04/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time no post...'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-108051639955405964</id><published>2004-03-28T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T18:33:15.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertain yourselves</title><summary type='text'>If You Were a Dragon... by ciambawildcatHuman Name:Dragon Name and Title:Rach of CopperDragon Size and Color:Huge SilverDragon Deity and Allignment:Io- NeutralDragon Age:647Dragon Hoard:$802,508,417Created with quill18's MemeGen 3.0!action='http://memegen.deskslave.org/viewmeme.pl?un=Demonac&amp;meme=1064930787' method='POST'&gt;The World Is MINE! by DemonacName:You will conquer:the Entire World, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/108051639955405964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=108051639955405964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/108051639955405964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/108051639955405964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/03/entertain-yourselves.html' title='Entertain yourselves'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107995595206717219</id><published>2004-03-22T06:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T06:48:19.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh....</title><summary type='text'>I don't really have much to say. I guess I am still half asleep. Yet I had free time this morning so I thought I'd post. 5:30 is an ungodly hour to be up just as 10:35 is an ungodly time to eat lunch. Yes fokes I have A lunch, B lunch is bettter, there is still food (unlike C lunch) and you are actually ready to eat lunch. For those of you who don't know I cut my hair off, yes bangs too. It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107995595206717219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107995595206717219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107995595206717219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107995595206717219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/03/uh.html' title='Uh....'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107874495257392308</id><published>2004-03-08T06:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T06:25:53.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ayato, I tried to call you right back but your line was busy, I kept trying until almost 10pm, I also tried this morning but once again your line is busy. Call me tonight. Tamaki</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107874495257392308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107874495257392308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107874495257392308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107874495257392308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/03/ayato-i-tried-to-call-you-right-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107844763622795105</id><published>2004-03-04T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T19:56:36.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scatterd</title><summary type='text'>I haven't been around much lately. I've been busy with the start of the new tri and tring to raise money to go to Florda for spring break. I can't stay long I have massive homework for my new class. This is the short version of everything... New tri.. oh the joy. Went to dinner with Nikki and Ayato, Ayato's mom found out about us... not cool. Have barely ate anything for about the last two days </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107844763622795105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107844763622795105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107844763622795105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107844763622795105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/03/scatterd.html' title='Scatterd'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107776514252389580</id><published>2004-02-25T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T22:15:01.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears...</title><summary type='text'>I broke down tonight after youth group, I found out on of my friend's tried to commit suicide. I pray Togaio is okay, knowing she is afraid to talk to me. It pains me to know she are scared to come to me, I may be upset by things like that and get mad but really it just breaks me more. Anger is the only emotion I really learned to use as a child, that is why I lash out like that. To answer your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107776514252389580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107776514252389580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107776514252389580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107776514252389580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/02/tears.html' title='Tears...'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107680393952345709</id><published>2004-02-14T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T19:14:10.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspended?</title><summary type='text'>"Everytime I close the door on reality, it comes in through the windows." ~ Jennifer UnlimitedP.E. Thursday, probley one of the worst days so far this school year. I have been harassed in that class almost every day this trimester, the teacher sees it and does nothing. I finally snapped. Doing lounges (I don't think that's spelled right) well they're these things where you have to take a large </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107680393952345709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107680393952345709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107680393952345709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107680393952345709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/02/suspended.html' title='Suspended?'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107628064612204666</id><published>2004-02-08T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T13:32:22.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes</title><summary type='text'>schizoid Which Personality Disorder Do You Have? brought to you by QuizillaFind your Role-PlayingStereotype at mutedfaith.com.Take the What High SchoolStereotype Are You? quiz.Black:PEOPLE SUCK THE WORLD SUCKS EVERYBODY SHOULD BEKILLED AND BLEED TO DEATH TILL THE COLD EARTHSOAKS IN BLOOD. Well, you're angry at theworld. For reasons who knows, but youdefinately hate life. What </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107628064612204666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107628064612204666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107628064612204666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107628064612204666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/02/quizzes.html' title='Quizzes'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107619805082066380</id><published>2004-02-07T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T17:28:18.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What!?!?!?</title><summary type='text'>I was taking a nap, and when I finally got up I found I had mail. Well it turns out it was from the USI. So it starts. Though I am going into the electrical field, I was to get a degree in bussines so I can eventually start my own. It wouls make life a lot easyer. Anyway enought of my boring reanting... how bout some quizzes...Vampire Goth -- Perhaps the closest to the"lolo goth," you are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107619805082066380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107619805082066380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107619805082066380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107619805082066380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/02/what.html' title='What!?!?!?'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107610071501338110</id><published>2004-02-06T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T15:53:38.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I will rule the world.... okay maybe not. </title><summary type='text'>I for the most part had a good day. I got my scheduling done for next year, now I just need to finish my application for the EACC by showing up on Sunday afternoon. Wensday was one of the worst days for my little brother. His bus driver taped his mouth shut with packageing tape, on the bus, which is bull shit. Personally I think she should lose her job. Then he falls at church and splits his lip </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107610071501338110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107610071501338110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107610071501338110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107610071501338110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-will-rule-world-okay-maybe-not.html' title='I will rule the world.... okay maybe not. '/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107598233570205176</id><published>2004-02-05T06:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T07:00:37.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Ayato</title><summary type='text'>Ayato,Do not forget my ring, please. I don't feel right without it. I love you. I need to go before I miss my bus.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107598233570205176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107598233570205176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107598233570205176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107598233570205176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/02/note-to-ayato.html' title='Note to Ayato'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107593120587224462</id><published>2004-02-04T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T16:48:26.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes</title><summary type='text'>Death. So, you're the one who pushed the red buttonof death, aren't you? You couldn't resistafterall, it's in your blood. There's somethingto the screams of innocents that makes yousmile, and carnage isn't all that bad as longas you're on top of the bodies in the end...well done in doing what centuries of madmancouldn't. You survived the end by causing it,and being in control of it... congrats! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107593120587224462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107593120587224462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107593120587224462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107593120587224462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/02/quizzes_04.html' title='Quizzes'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107584187090604490</id><published>2004-02-03T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T21:06:14.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Glass</title><summary type='text'>Life is simply broken glass, when steping on it sometimes you are lucky to not get cut, other times you only get cut a little, and then there are the times it just rips at your flesh. Now it does not rip at my skin but my heart, my world is falling apart and I can't do anything about it. Ayato, if I were there I would hold you close, but as always I am not so I can not, I am sorry.  There is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107584187090604490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107584187090604490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107584187090604490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107584187090604490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/02/broken-glass.html' title='Broken Glass'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107577257387793402</id><published>2004-02-02T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T15:52:12.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Steel</title><summary type='text'>I don't get it. I was having a really good day, then all of the sudden I got that sudden ache in my chest as if I shouldn't be here. I wish I had some cold steel, I would take care of everything, but this is no longer the middle ages so I can not. I am hopeing my pot doesn't collapse for a 3rd time. Kyle is nicer now for some reason. He agreed to bring Ayato over on Thursday for the meeting. All </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107577257387793402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107577257387793402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107577257387793402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107577257387793402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/02/cold-steel.html' title='Cold Steel'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107541610052920921</id><published>2004-01-29T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T17:43:59.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day...</title><summary type='text'>I don't think today could get any worse... I woke up with twenty minutes to get ready for school and eat breakfast. So no breakfast for me. First hour, oh the joy. I was almost done building my pot, well when I got it out today it was cracked in the side. I thought that was no big deal. I look down in it to find the bottom broke, it basically collapsed. So I have to start all over. Second hour...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107541610052920921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107541610052920921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107541610052920921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107541610052920921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/01/bad-day.html' title='Bad day...'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107530502292968022</id><published>2004-01-28T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T10:59:35.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><summary type='text'>Ayato had a 2 hour delay this morning, I am wondering if she is going to update her blog... I got an extra 4 hours of sleep last night, I was so happy, I also got a warm breakfast.  We got a lot of snow here, it snowed for about 16 hours straight yesturday. I thought it was stupid we didn't get out early, but hey we got the whole day off today. Yesturday the staff was digging out the students who</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107530502292968022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107530502292968022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107530502292968022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107530502292968022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/01/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107530023654181465</id><published>2004-01-28T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T09:32:10.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><summary type='text'>The school called a snowday at 10pm last night for today. I got to sleep in, in fact I just got up. It seems, the four schools who didn't let out early yesturday all had snow days today. I don't really have anything to say. Oh Ayato you had to go to school today haha. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107530023654181465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107530023654181465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107530023654181465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107530023654181465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/01/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107515651263479687</id><published>2004-01-26T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T17:44:07.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkend Wings... Broken Past</title><summary type='text'>I guess people don't understand all that well why I am this way... I have my reasons and I do a damn fine job at hiding them between break downs. Those who know me know I have a hell of a lot more anger related incodents then I do break downs. Ayato I know I have been silent about things latley, for that I am sorry. I am not the angel of light I portray myself as, I have said often my wings are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107515651263479687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107515651263479687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107515651263479687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107515651263479687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/01/darkend-wings-broken-past.html' title='Darkend Wings... Broken Past'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107505813441249426</id><published>2004-01-25T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T14:17:05.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><summary type='text'>I think I have reached my limit... Ayato's mom was pissed this morning, I don't know why. We would be screwed if she found out. I feel I have been broken by the world finally, my wild spirit I fear now may be tamed from all this shit.  I guess the upside to this is I spent the whole weekend with Ayato and came home today. I am praying I will get that phone call tonight. I must go, I finally get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107505813441249426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107505813441249426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107505813441249426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107505813441249426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/01/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107482157420232237</id><published>2004-01-22T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T20:34:22.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Venting....</title><summary type='text'>I should get my ring back tomorrow which is cool... Life sucks right now. I can't keep up with my school work, and I don't understaind one of my subjects. I would ask for help but I am always trying to getstuff done before school and talk to the people I no longer have classes or lunch with. I am starting to get feed up with life. Everything goes wrong at once... first school starts getting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107482157420232237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107482157420232237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107482157420232237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107482157420232237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/01/venting.html' title='Venting....'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107468472765272263</id><published>2004-01-21T06:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T06:33:34.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, I don't feel right....</title><summary type='text'>Ayato has one of the rings I always wear... I just don't feel right without it. She is suposed to pound it back out for me and give it back on Friday. I get to miss gym today for group, I guess that's a fun thing. I was reading stupid laws last night.. one city you can't have your light on when you drive down main street. In Indiana it is illigal to play cards. Just stupid stuff like that. I must</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107468472765272263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107468472765272263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107468472765272263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107468472765272263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/01/okay-i-dont-feel-right.html' title='Okay, I don&apos;t feel right....'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107463929380557897</id><published>2004-01-20T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T17:56:18.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No homework...</title><summary type='text'>I don't have any homework. A lot of people I know made honor roll at my old school, I am happy for them. Ayato you have some explaning to do.  My show is about t come on in about 5 minutes and I actually get to watch it today. So I am going to go.  3 more days!!!! You'd turn into a lone wolf! Like a lone wolf youcan coup perfectly well by yourself and do notfeel the need for others company. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107463929380557897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107463929380557897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107463929380557897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107463929380557897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/01/no-homework.html' title='No homework...'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107418961495243023</id><published>2004-01-15T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T17:49:50.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragons!!!</title><summary type='text'>I obviously have no life. I dono what Ayato was calling cute on her blog.... but I know I will find out. I don't have much to say other than I got my box back. I will see about getting some pics up of it. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107418961495243023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107418961495243023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107418961495243023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107418961495243023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/01/dragons.html' title='Dragons!!!'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107413680950860686</id><published>2004-01-14T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T22:28:59.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another wasted day.</title><summary type='text'>I spent the day fighting with myself.  I slept through most of my classes and I know I failed part of my P.E. final. I tried calling Ayato tonight, 9:30 and the line was still fucking busy. The one time it's important and I can't get a hold of her. Another thing I don't get is Enji knows I have youth on Wensdays yet that is the only time she calls me. Ayato, if you are reading this I need you to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107413680950860686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107413680950860686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107413680950860686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107413680950860686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/01/another-wasted-day.html' title='Another wasted day.'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107377219353678558</id><published>2004-01-10T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T17:04:30.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is like a man knowing he is condemned to die, he's just waiting on the axe...</title><summary type='text'>I don't know why but today does not seem to want to get over with. I really should be doing my Math and Ceramics homework but I have no drive to. I can't seem to keep my mind focused on anything that doesn't have bright flashing colors. Even then I want to curl up and be away from the world. I have no idea why. I have no drive what so ever to even get out of my pajamas and that's sad. Today was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107377219353678558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107377219353678558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107377219353678558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107377219353678558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/01/today-is-like-man-knowing-he-is.html' title='Today is like a man knowing he is condemned to die, he&apos;s just waiting on the axe...'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107353046268444996</id><published>2004-01-07T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T17:14:12.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think the school board got stupid for Christmas...</title><summary type='text'>School is strange though it is good to be back. Yesterday I had to walk to catch the bus with temperatures of -2, -18 degrees with wind chill. Today 7 degrees. I am wondering how much they really enjoy trying to make us freeze. Ayato should look at her blog... 1-5 ":I finally snowed." 1-7 "the rest of the months" and "best idea but of well." Yes Ayato I do enjoy picking on you. Sorry but it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107353046268444996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107353046268444996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107353046268444996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107353046268444996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-think-school-board-got-stupid-for.html' title='I think the school board got stupid for Christmas...'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107248677983136012</id><published>2003-12-26T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T20:11:19.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day Gone By</title><summary type='text'>I dono, life just seems different. Christmas didn't seem like Christmas this year, 20 degrees and no snow, along with many other things. I got to see Ayato today, that and my mom bought spaghetti o's just for me. I also went to Target and got some CD's Evanescence and Shadows Fall so, yeah. I must scamper I have phone call to make plus I want to get some sleep. "I haven't been the same since </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107248677983136012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107248677983136012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107248677983136012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107248677983136012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/12/another-day-gone-by.html' title='Another Day Gone By'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107187510629069158</id><published>2003-12-19T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T17:13:16.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangeled in the pain</title><summary type='text'>I walk through the halls at school and all the noise in is a murmur in my ear if that. It seems as if the screams of my heart are falling upon my own ears which have become so deaf. Have I let myself become cold again? Or have I just lost myself in the physical pain I feel, tangeled with the blood I so often feel I wish to spill... It's still snowing, it's been snowing all day. I think my dad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107187510629069158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107187510629069158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107187510629069158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107187510629069158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/12/tangeled-in-pain.html' title='Tangeled in the pain'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107169785042723707</id><published>2003-12-17T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T17:00:41.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life among the tombs...</title><summary type='text'>Your Heart is Black What Color is Your Heart?  brought to you by QuizillaKITTIE "Brackish"She is not scared to die..The best things in life drive her to cry.Crucify then learn..(take so much away from inside you, makes no sence, you know he can't guide you, he's your fucking shoulder to lean on, be strong!)Sit and watch me burn..She's led to believe, that it be ok,look at your face,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107169785042723707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107169785042723707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107169785042723707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107169785042723707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/12/life-among-tombs.html' title='Life among the tombs...'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107161159996361014</id><published>2003-12-16T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T16:54:11.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cream Cheese </title><summary type='text'>Tamaki: Grant I'm gonna kill myselfGrant: whats going on?Tamaki: we ran out of cream cheeseGrant: hehTamaki:  againGrant: just plain cream cheese?Tamaki: yesGrant: hmI have too much free time... tee hee</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107161159996361014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107161159996361014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107161159996361014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107161159996361014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/12/cream-cheese.html' title='Cream Cheese '/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107153141015756277</id><published>2003-12-15T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T18:37:40.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows of the night sky</title><summary type='text'>The night brings with it many shadows that conceal the pain from ages past and present along with their secrets. Yes people it has already been determined that I have no life, well for the most part.  I have homework still and I don't really wish to do it but I must. I am already 1/3 of the way through my assinments for tonight, but I really don't wish to finish my Algebra or ready the two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107153141015756277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107153141015756277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107153141015756277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107153141015756277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/12/shadows-of-night-sky.html' title='Shadows of the night sky'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107133617678169245</id><published>2003-12-13T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T12:31:12.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to kill...</title><summary type='text'>You are the mystery woman Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You? brought to you by Quizilla I am obviously just killing time since I have nothing better to do... I could go back to sleep. I crashed at Ayato's last night and we were up watching movies most the night. Death Magik For Adepts by Cradle Of Filth Come distortured artistsBitter things seek meaningEven if they're madness to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107133617678169245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107133617678169245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107133617678169245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107133617678169245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/12/time-to-kill.html' title='Time to kill...'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107105710130606256</id><published>2003-12-10T06:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T06:58:56.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pouring salt into open wounds...</title><summary type='text'>My dad is an ass. I don't understand, I have to give up my life every other weekend, cancel any plans I may have with friends, and be his slave. Yet I ask why he can't give me  five minutes of his time and he goes off. Damn I just wanted to go to bed. He wonders why I don't like coming over already, if he would look at how he treats me he would see. I am not someone who is going to kiss the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107105710130606256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107105710130606256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107105710130606256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107105710130606256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/12/pouring-salt-into-open-wounds.html' title='Pouring salt into open wounds...'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107092325856937476</id><published>2003-12-08T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T17:41:42.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh?</title><summary type='text'>I dono, I got to talk to Enji last night for about 15 minutes. I talked to Minda and April today, yes I am still comunicating with those who left me or I was forced to leave. I am thinking I might want to do my homework... Yes that would be a good thing. Pluse dinner will be done soon and Ayato should be home soon as well. Fear the books.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107092325856937476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107092325856937476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107092325856937476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107092325856937476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/12/eh.html' title='Eh?'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107067329215051483</id><published>2003-12-05T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T20:15:33.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear me for I shall..... I dono</title><summary type='text'>Yes I live...  contrary to popular belife. I passed my algebra quiz! I am tired, but I guess the early mornnings and late nights aren't that good for me. When people ask me if I want to have kids and I tell them no, they don't understaind, I have 9 siblings, 7 younger, I don't want kids. Anyway I must scamper stuff to do. Muah hahahaha!!!! Enji is online, must go speak to her.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107067329215051483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107067329215051483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107067329215051483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107067329215051483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/12/fear-me-for-i-shall-i-dono.html' title='Fear me for I shall..... I dono'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107039880130354740</id><published>2003-12-02T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T16:00:39.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clones.....</title><summary type='text'>I dono, I am just sick of piss ass people who think when I move they need to fuckin' replace me... it pisses me off. I am still the same person, I'm just not around as much, just fucking deal with it people. Don't try to replace me! or even try to fill in for me. The stupid stuff I did was mine.  Okay now that that is out of my system I must take this phone call. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107039880130354740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107039880130354740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107039880130354740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107039880130354740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/12/clones.html' title='Clones.....'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107023261002882692</id><published>2003-11-30T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T17:50:45.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I will take over the world with football! </title><summary type='text'>Ayato and my friends, Dr. Peper, and football, the three greatest things in life, and in that order. But when Ayato is at work and all my friends, are gounded for eternity *Caugh* Enji *Caugh* or not home or just cant be social, and there is no football on t.v. there are always quizzes.  What Season Does Your Inner Faerie Rule? brought to you by QuizillaYou are a creature of the night. Deadly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107023261002882692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107023261002882692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107023261002882692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107023261002882692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-will-take-over-world-with-football.html' title='I will take over the world with football! '/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-107011835164046784</id><published>2003-11-29T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T10:07:00.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I had nothing interesting to post so I found this.</title><summary type='text'>                                           Rice Krispies                                         by George Carlin       I had an interesting morning; I got into an argument with my Rice Krispies. I distinctly heard, “Snap, crackle, fuck you!” I’m not sure which one of them said it; I was reaching for the artificial sweetener at the time and not looking directly into the bowl. But I heard it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/107011835164046784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=107011835164046784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107011835164046784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/107011835164046784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-had-nothing-interesting-to-post-so-i.html' title='I had nothing interesting to post so I found this.'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106981190711219461</id><published>2003-11-25T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T21:23:28.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life can only inch by....</title><summary type='text'>It's been almost a week... I have been kinda side tracked with homework, among other things. I was at my dad's this weekend... I don't think it went to well. The weekend started out bad anyway, I went to the emergency room Friday morning 'cuz I couldn't breath, turns out I have acute bronchitis... and now I feel even worse because I got Ashley sick. Speaking of Ashley I get to see her Thursday...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106981190711219461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106981190711219461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106981190711219461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106981190711219461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/11/life-can-only-inch-by.html' title='Life can only inch by....'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106929541688126264</id><published>2003-11-19T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T21:31:13.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Slow The Day Too Fast The Evening</title><summary type='text'>I got to see Ashley tonight, but the evening went to fast. She taught me the inscription on her ring, it's in German. I should go finish my homework. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106929541688126264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106929541688126264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106929541688126264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106929541688126264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/11/to-slow-day-too-fast-evening.html' title='To Slow The Day Too Fast The Evening'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106924205164791832</id><published>2003-11-19T06:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T06:41:15.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast and Braces </title><summary type='text'>Good morning people. This is only chance I'll have to post today cuz I am leaving at 5:30 to drop my brother off at work pick up Ashley and got to youth group. I am going to come home and do my homework. Squirrel cereal is good... I am eating breakfast while typing this so bear with me. I start gym today, we are going to play pickle ball (i dono what it is but I'll let you know after i find out).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106924205164791832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106924205164791832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106924205164791832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106924205164791832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/11/breakfast-and-braces.html' title='Breakfast and Braces '/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106918982912552090</id><published>2003-11-18T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T16:13:47.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thud.... ZZZZZ... *phone rings* ....</title><summary type='text'>Ahhh.... The last few days have been kinda ruff. My step dad fell at work yesterday, hit the scaffolding then the ground for a total of 12 feet. He on the critical care floor at the hospital with 2 broken rips and his lungs are bruised. I got Ashley sick and I feel bad. She had to go into work to fill out paper work today... I get to see her tomorrow. ::Grins::  Mom is gonna go see Chris after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106918982912552090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106918982912552090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106918982912552090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106918982912552090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/11/thud-zzzzz-phone-rings.html' title='Thud.... ZZZZZ... *phone rings* ....'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106900651670506409</id><published>2003-11-16T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T13:15:38.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr....</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I am working with colors and such so if things keep changing it is because I do have it how I like.... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106900651670506409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106900651670506409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106900651670506409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106900651670506409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/11/grrr.html' title='Grrr....'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106893785303452733</id><published>2003-11-15T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T18:20:55.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Physically home and sick, psychologically some place else...</title><summary type='text'>Last night I crashed at Togaio's new place. I had fun. Togaio, Enji and, Ashley were there. Enji for some reason slept in the closet, Togaio slept in the living room and Ashley (whom I am back together with ^-^) and I slept on the floor in Togaio's room. Enji and Togaio  crashed around 11:30pm and Ashley and I were up 'till about 2am because we couldn't sleep then we got up about 6:15am. We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106893785303452733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106893785303452733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106893785303452733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106893785303452733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/11/physically-home-and-sick.html' title='Physically home and sick, psychologically some place else...'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106884677714940794</id><published>2003-11-14T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T16:53:16.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain to Pure</title><summary type='text'>I wounder what Ceasar felt when he the people he trusted turned there backs on him then proceeded to kill him... it must have be a pain so pure that he did not know what to think.  It is a bitter betrayal, most everything in life. Friends, can you really trust them if you have moved? I honestly thought I could, but I seem to be nothing but a place to go to remove your pain and heal your soul, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106884677714940794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106884677714940794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106884677714940794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106884677714940794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/11/pain-to-pure.html' title='Pain to Pure'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106858763679964027</id><published>2003-11-11T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T16:53:53.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day Of Sanity</title><summary type='text'>I start the dreaded finals is tomorrow.... Michelle may be coming back to youth with me as well. The two finals I dread are tomorrow, Money Management and English. Oh so much fun... Fear the ducks! must go and sleep</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106858763679964027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106858763679964027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106858763679964027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106858763679964027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/11/last-day-of-sanity.html' title='Last Day Of Sanity'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106858753550112376</id><published>2003-11-11T06:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T16:52:12.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dock </title><summary type='text'>We got up there around 7pm Friday night and hung out... the rules and everything were set before we brought our stuff in. We go to hang out until about 10pm. A guy gave his testimony and spoke for 2 hours. Then we had to go to bed.  Saturday my wake up call was a few guys horsing around.  We ate a breakfast of pancakes and all that good stuff then had TAWG (Time Alone With God) then got to hang</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106858753550112376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106858753550112376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106858753550112376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106858753550112376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/11/dock.html' title='The Dock '/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106850338104673139</id><published>2003-11-10T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T16:13:34.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!!!</title><summary type='text'>It's been a while since my last post... I have been quite busy with church and school. The end of the tri is Friday and I really should be studying, tests start Wed. .  I really wish to sleep more because I often find myself asleep in my classes. I had to get my second tri schedule fixed by adding a class... Well moving my gym class from 3rd to 2nd tri. I went to The Dock with the youth group </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106850338104673139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106850338104673139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106850338104673139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106850338104673139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!!!'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106704883153661348</id><published>2003-10-24T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T21:28:51.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check out Viv's site  under clicky....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106704883153661348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106704883153661348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106704883153661348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106704883153661348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/10/check-out-vivs-site-under-clicky.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106673414726913140</id><published>2003-10-21T06:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T16:14:39.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHH!!!!</title><summary type='text'>How many emotional hits can a transfer student take in one tri alone? Apparently a lot. First tri alone I have had my schedule changed twice, my grandfather died, a friend of the family die, my wallet stolen, and now my mom has been told she has emphysema. And now I wonder how I am going to get through the PSAT today.  I already know it is going to be a long week... I need to go find my socks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106673414726913140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106673414726913140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106673414726913140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106673414726913140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/10/ahhhh.html' title='AHHHH!!!!'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106609601143267220</id><published>2003-10-13T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T16:15:10.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Extremly bored</title><summary type='text'>Sadly the days merly creep by... oh well. Not much is new here other than the fact my wallet was stolen last week and everyone is pullin' guilt trips on me this week.  All I can really do is take the hits as they come. Ok.. quizz time....(I am posting all the answers) Which deadly sin do you represent? (Angel Sanctuary Pics) brought to you by Quizilla Which deadly sin do you represent? (Angel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106609601143267220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106609601143267220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106609601143267220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106609601143267220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/10/extremly-bored.html' title='Extremly bored'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106544127635803640</id><published>2003-10-06T06:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T16:15:49.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This isn't right...</title><summary type='text'>Ugh... I leave in a few minutes to catch the transfer to the high school. I don't really want to go because my second hour teacher has become a heartless dictator. That's not the last of it, at church she brought it up and then when I told her why I got mad (The fact she is treating us like crap though I did not state it that way) she told me "We'll talk about it later this is not the place for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106544127635803640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106544127635803640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106544127635803640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106544127635803640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/10/this-isnt-right.html' title='This isn&apos;t right...'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106504315853456435</id><published>2003-10-01T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T16:17:13.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So long a day</title><summary type='text'>I have spent most of the day just not being myself. I wanted to cry after my first class because of the talk of how well the Cubs are doing this year, all I could think about was my grandfather so I made lots of oragami frogs to keep myself busy. I went to talk to my counsler because of my English teacher, I also found out I was failing ICP by 4/10 of a point. At lunch I went to pick up my school</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106504315853456435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106504315853456435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106504315853456435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106504315853456435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/10/so-long-day.html' title='So long a day'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106486967014201682</id><published>2003-09-29T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T16:17:47.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears and teaching</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was one month to the day of my grandfather's death... I went to church like normal for a Sunday but I didn't listen to my teacher teach instead I was the one who thought.  I goofed off during service, because there were no notes.  Then I went back to my fathers to get my cloths I had brought with me for the weekend.  After that the family and I went to lunch. I was sitting there in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106486967014201682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106486967014201682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106486967014201682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106486967014201682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/09/tears-and-teaching.html' title='Tears and teaching'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106392343440155720</id><published>2003-09-18T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T16:18:34.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>uh.... i'm hear i think</title><summary type='text'>Tee hee I'm back... for a lil while.  Finished my ISTEP today I can finaly breath. I  spend most of my time on a game site now, so I am gonna scamper off... bye bye </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106392343440155720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106392343440155720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106392343440155720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106392343440155720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/09/uh-im-hear-i-think.html' title='uh.... i&apos;m hear i think'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106357743075259027</id><published>2003-09-14T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T16:19:05.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*Twitch*</title><summary type='text'>Quizzes... Damnit!        cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#000000" height="200"         bordercolor="#0000FF"&gt;                                  height="150"&gt;                target="_blank"&gt;What         Goth Are You?                        Ooooo Shiney!What Random Object From Ydoc Nameloc's Room Are You?DevestationWhat's Your Anime Weapon?What Anime Bad Girl Are You?Eeeeevilll</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106357743075259027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106357743075259027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106357743075259027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106357743075259027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/09/twitch.html' title='*Twitch*'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106357613170373414</id><published>2003-09-14T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T16:48:51.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It seems this blasted thing does not always post when I tell it to. ANyway i have had musch to deal with since school started, 2 schedule changes, my grandfathers death, and the death of a family friend.  On the brighter side I should be geting more involved with the church i attend and maybe more things at school if i do not miss any more days for medical reasons.  But I must scamper off now I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106357613170373414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106357613170373414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106357613170373414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106357613170373414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/09/it-seems-this-blasted-thing-does-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106321307580294863</id><published>2003-09-10T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T11:57:55.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am back... I know I should be at school right now but I came home sick.  I have been busy with school and my grandfather's funral so this is the first time I have gotten to update.  My schedule was changed and I droped Chemistry and and now in Itergaded Chemisty Physics (ICP). I spend almost every evening doing all of my homework.  I am gonna  go though cuz like I said I don't feel to well. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106321307580294863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106321307580294863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106321307580294863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106321307580294863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/09/i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106122791282102086</id><published>2003-08-18T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T12:31:52.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quizzes You should do the world a favor and stay away fromit. You're one of those vein artsy types whocouldn't give a shit about anything and youannoy everyone. People keep you around becauseyou have the answers for there homework. Youdepress me. Go away. Do you deserve to participate in society? brought to you by Quizillayou are either one lucky basterd of a guesser oryour a true vampire </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106122791282102086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106122791282102086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106122791282102086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106122791282102086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/08/quizzes-you-should-do-world-favor-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106122592891190287</id><published>2003-08-18T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T11:58:48.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back... I think. I haven't really be around much, I have been at my dad's this past weekend, and school starts on Wensday. Oh fun. I must make this short, I have laundry to do.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106122592891190287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106122592891190287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106122592891190287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106122592891190287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/08/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106036452621423814</id><published>2003-08-08T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T12:42:06.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wouldn't you think that counslers would be in 2 weeks before school starts? Well they aren't, so I am still cerently between schools, which sucks. But I guess I may have to deal. I may miss the first day of school, just kinda sleep in and stay in my pajammas all day.  My life is still boring and I think my sister wants the computer... oh well. Uh... lunch  time. Checkmate! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106036452621423814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106036452621423814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106036452621423814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106036452621423814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/08/wouldnt-you-think-that-counslers-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106018561861918545</id><published>2003-08-06T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T11:00:56.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>16 and my mom still doesn't want to hear it ^-^ I am really wired and it is like 10:50am this is not norrmal for the summer... I guess it's just to close to the school year. One by one the ducks steal my socks... no wait that would be the cats. The pyscho guine pig is stairing at me again, oh well.  People finaly moved in next door, the daughters don't seem friendly.   MMM.... cake. muhahahahaha </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106018561861918545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106018561861918545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106018561861918545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106018561861918545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/08/16-and-my-mom-still-doesnt-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106011516865841842</id><published>2003-08-05T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T15:26:08.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tee hee.... tomorrow I turn 16. I got cards and such today... Paper Toco and the complet works of William Shakespeare from my sister. ^-^ I got money too from Fox and my Grandparents... I can get my cd now ^_^ yay! I shall now take over the world and give part of it to Fox as planed.  I am really wired I think its the cake... I shall not be around the next day or so seeing as I will be out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106011516865841842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106011516865841842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106011516865841842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106011516865841842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/08/tee-hee.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106001207450890754</id><published>2003-08-04T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T10:47:54.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If there are no links I am sorry this blasted site isn't working.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106001207450890754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106001207450890754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106001207450890754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106001207450890754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/08/if-there-are-no-links-i-am-sorry-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-106000950416999181</id><published>2003-08-04T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T10:05:04.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This world does not understaind the word no.I have known this but just now decide to say something. Oh well.... such is life. I helped Jayne get her links up. That was fun.  Mountain Dew is my friend this morning, coffee takes to long. I turn 16 on Wensday... and I will be gone till like Thursday night.  I am leaving a little after 6 on Wen. night for youth then going to my dads cuz i am leaving </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/106000950416999181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=106000950416999181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106000950416999181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/106000950416999181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/08/this-world-does-not-understaind-word.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-105994204812869609</id><published>2003-08-03T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T15:20:48.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DUCK DUCK DUCK....Anyway I am home now.... we got DSL finally. Took the people long enough to come out and look at our phone line. I seem to for the most part be unumused.  1 duck 2 duck 3 duck 4 duck....... rootbeer..... I think I am going to see if the people next door are friendly... after that i am going to take over the world from my pouch.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/105994204812869609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=105994204812869609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105994204812869609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105994204812869609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/08/duck-duck-duck.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-105984172075537551</id><published>2003-08-02T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T15:08:45.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uh I'm up... late but I am up.  I am at my dad's so I must make this short 'cuz I don't know what time my dad will be home.   I'll be home tomorrow after church, I must go cuz I am babysitting. But I did change a bit on the site.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/105984172075537551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=105984172075537551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105984172075537551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105984172075537551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/08/uh-im-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-105969094332028174</id><published>2003-07-31T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T17:35:43.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finished my book and started on the second one "The World in Shadow".... The prologe is slow, but the book should get better.  I leave tomorrow, so do not mass e-mail for not updating over the weekend. I will be gone on the 7th too, I am going back to GLBC. Duck! I rode to the library today I found I have no life.... oh well.  FORK! I am going to go due the the fact Enji should be on soon to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/105969094332028174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=105969094332028174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105969094332028174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105969094332028174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/07/i-finished-my-book-and-started-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-105962590488822293</id><published>2003-07-30T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T16:21:33.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Book</title><summary type='text'>I am curently reading The War In Heaven It is good and I would recomend it to anyone who likes Insperational Fiction. This does include spoilers just so you know.The back cover text:Christopher Lewis is a boy with potential-potential for great good . . . and for great evil. And no one knows that better than Kaym, an angel-lord with incredible power, hell-bent on storming the gates of Heaven. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/105962590488822293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=105962590488822293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105962590488822293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105962590488822293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/07/good-book.html' title='Good Book'/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-105962508125237107</id><published>2003-07-30T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T23:18:01.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay that is it! I can not staind my little 9 year old sister anymore and I have a little over a week left with her. ;-; Atleast I will be rid of her Monday, Wensday, and Thursday... thanks to Bloodletter, turning 16 and youth group, and my grandparents for taking me back to Gull Lake to vist the staff there.  Okay people get this it is almost 11pm and I can't go to sleep cuz my little sister is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/105962508125237107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=105962508125237107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105962508125237107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105962508125237107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/07/okay-that-is-it-i-can-not-staind-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-105949101034580399</id><published>2003-07-29T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T10:04:50.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I now understaind why I am not a cat person, Squrit thinks she needs to play sucky on my blanket at random times during the night.  On the other hand my mutt Brandy comes in between  9:30  and 10:30 and wakes me up that is a big diffrence then 2 am and having a cat making slurping noises in your ear. Today so far has turned out to be a good day I finaly got a hold of M'lady Jenni.  I wonder if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/105949101034580399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=105949101034580399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105949101034580399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105949101034580399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/07/i-now-understaind-why-i-am-not-cat.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-105944442713660341</id><published>2003-07-28T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T10:03:56.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fear the BENDY STRAWS!  Yes my friends bendy straws... and those who weild them.  I personaly prefer a spork.  I am almost 16 :D  I have nothing to do  and I still have another month before school starts... I am going back to Gull Lake Bible Confrence the day after I turn 16! Yay. I was saved there a little over a month ago.  Oh great I have to give up the computer. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/105944442713660341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=105944442713660341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105944442713660341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105944442713660341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/07/fear-bendy-straws-yes-my-friends-bendy.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-105941408236016648</id><published>2003-07-28T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T12:47:00.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am now considered homicidal by Bloodletter's(take a look at his site under Clicky!) mom because I suposedly attacked his ex girlfriend.  Isn't life great?  I think I should go because I am leaving soonly to go to a party... and I am still in my cloths from yesturday. -_- sleep good.... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/105941408236016648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=105941408236016648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105941408236016648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105941408236016648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/07/i-am-now-considered-homicidal-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-105918973412350263</id><published>2003-07-25T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T12:38:56.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, I will not post the 2nd and possably the 3rd do to the fact I am not allowed to use my dads computer.  I will not be home Sunday either (thank you Cary).  I got new shoes yesturday no more wet socks ^-^ my old ones were holy.   tee hee I must be off due to my family.   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/105918973412350263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=105918973412350263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105918973412350263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105918973412350263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/07/okay-i-will-not-post-2nd-and-possably.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-105910592966079350</id><published>2003-07-24T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T23:05:29.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>San - You're the princess mononoke. You were raisedby wolves. You hate humans, and deny that youare one. Which Princess Mononoke Character are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/105910592966079350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=105910592966079350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105910592966079350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105910592966079350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/07/san-youre-princess-mononoke.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-105910539884487292</id><published>2003-07-24T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T22:56:38.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are...Nicholas D. Wolfwood! An atypical priestwho carries around an arsenal in the shape of across.  You have some problems with Vash'spacificism, but you admire him. What Trigun Character Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/105910539884487292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=105910539884487292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105910539884487292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105910539884487292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/07/you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-105910463926365471</id><published>2003-07-24T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T22:43:59.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess it does not go unoticed that i am taking quizzes tonight. /\_/\</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/105910463926365471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=105910463926365471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105910463926365471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105910463926365471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/07/i-guess-it-does-not-go-unoticed-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-105910327214345489</id><published>2003-07-24T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T22:21:12.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are Inu Yasha, The Half Human Half Demon WhoWants To Get The Sacred Jewel Shard To BecomeFull Demon Inu Yasha Character brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/105910327214345489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=105910327214345489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105910327214345489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105910327214345489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/07/you-are-inu-yasha-half-human-half.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-105906171391988107</id><published>2003-07-24T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T10:48:33.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ugh... he people fixing the house next door are driving me nuts, I hope they are done today.  The one thing that sucks about getting up early is that there is really no one online.  Sleep...o_-  I am going to leave you now to control the t.v. since I am the only one up at 11 am. cya</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/105906171391988107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=105906171391988107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105906171391988107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105906171391988107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/07/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-105905795501717542</id><published>2003-07-24T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T09:45:55.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel roten this morning, Squrit (my sisters cat)  stayed in my bed all night and shuned my sister. I am not a cat person but I didn't kick the cat out of bed, I guessI felt sorry that my sister isn't home 'til late, and gets up earily. Today looks like it will be a good day, maybe I'll go see if any of the courts are open down at the park... but for now I am considering going back to bed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/105905795501717542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=105905795501717542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105905795501717542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105905795501717542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/07/i-feel-roten-this-morning-squrit-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-105898298672446353</id><published>2003-07-23T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T13:20:42.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 more hours until my friend gets home... she is going to come over and help with some art on a coffee table. 0_0  I have been up since 7 am because of the lovely city in which I live.  I think I should move in with Fox so I don't have to put up with the city.  Bible study was great... we started a lil late due to time the other people got here.  I now feel that radio has become inhabited by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/105898298672446353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=105898298672446353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105898298672446353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105898298672446353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/07/3-more-hours-until-my-friend-gets-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-105888601889428070</id><published>2003-07-22T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T10:00:18.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once again I am up at 9:30 am, it never fails I am always up at this hour and then go through my normal moring ritual, which always brings me here to post.  ^-^ I rode about a mile in a half to and from the main branch of the library yesturday, I got a book called Deadline, it's be pretty good so far.   I wonder what we have to eat...honey-comb.....that'll work. Today's forcast... overcast with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/105888601889428070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=105888601889428070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105888601889428070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105888601889428070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/07/once-again-i-am-up-at-930-am-it-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571683.post-105881787308912617</id><published>2003-07-21T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T10:10:17.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fear the quizzes!  It's about all there is to do, my sister got home so I can't finish cleaning the room and puting my clean cloths away.  o_-  What's Your Outlook on Life? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/feeds/105881787308912617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5571683&amp;postID=105881787308912617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105881787308912617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5571683/posts/default/105881787308912617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamaki87.blogspot.com/2003/07/fear-quizzes-its-about-all-there-is-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07556682742025515868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
