<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28414456</id><updated>2009-10-12T20:32:40.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nature freak!</title><subtitle type='html'>The Sad Tale of an Unfortunate Treehugger</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848259677863074755</uri><email>jabberwocky4@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28414456.post-91513409973900083</id><published>2008-05-26T11:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T11:33:21.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multimedia message</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bvVcnhoGNsM/SDsCci-4gJI/AAAAAAAAACw/SiXhhNJ0NOA/s1600-h/bm-image-701993.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bvVcnhoGNsM/SDsCci-4gJI/AAAAAAAAACw/SiXhhNJ0NOA/s320/bm-image-701993.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204756483806888082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My sister&amp;#39;s breakfast is happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28414456-91513409973900083?l=naturefreak4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/feeds/91513409973900083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28414456&amp;postID=91513409973900083' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/91513409973900083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/91513409973900083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/2008/05/multimedia-message_26.html' title='Multimedia message'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848259677863074755</uri><email>jabberwocky4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04706410269402862213'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bvVcnhoGNsM/SDsCci-4gJI/AAAAAAAAACw/SiXhhNJ0NOA/s72-c/bm-image-701993.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28414456.post-6493353957981183356</id><published>2008-05-25T23:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:22:53.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multimedia message</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bvVcnhoGNsM/SDpXPi-4gII/AAAAAAAAACo/Ff-OePgAXg4/s1600-h/bm-image-773913.jpe"&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/2008/05/multimedia-message_25.html' title='Multimedia message'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848259677863074755</uri><email>jabberwocky4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04706410269402862213'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bvVcnhoGNsM/SDpXPi-4gII/AAAAAAAAACo/Ff-OePgAXg4/s72-c/bm-image-773913.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28414456.post-3802244744284417080</id><published>2008-04-26T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T18:14:39.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Biggest thing to hit this town since...</title><content type='html'>This morning I headed out in a white tank top and khaki pants, small purse and book in hand, and walked around the corner to the local High School, which I attend, and prepared to stand in line for the next four hours, waiting for the doors to open to go in and get a seat to watch Mr. Bill Clinton the former president of the United States of America give a speech on why we should all vote for his wife in the coming presidential election.  It was a good speech, I suppose, and if I could vote, and if voting were for a speech and not for a president, I would vote for that speech.  Otherwise, I'm not a supporter of Hillary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was nice and warm and I spent most of it waiting outside the high school doors with my speech team friends and coaches.  Our head coach got there early and "saved us all spots" nearly at the head of the line.  Eric and Al B and I, bored of sitting around on the sidewalk, left for a while to go to Eric's house around the corner and put together some signs on poster paper with sharpies advertising Speech Night, which will be on Monday evening.  When we returned to the high school, the line had grown to stretch nearly all the way around the large high school and then double back!  We carried our signs and Al B and Eric yelled out the details of the event.  It was fun, and we got to see everybody who planned to get in to see Bill, including many people we knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the speech, I was walking home and stopped at the corner of my street with a small group opf other people, some of whom I knew, to wait to see Mr. Clinton and his secret servicemen leave.  A block away he got out and shook people's hands, but he only waved out the window at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty cool, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28414456-3802244744284417080?l=naturefreak4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/feeds/3802244744284417080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28414456&amp;postID=3802244744284417080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/3802244744284417080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/3802244744284417080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/2008/04/biggest-thing-to-hit-this-town-since.html' title='The Biggest thing to hit this town since...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848259677863074755</uri><email>jabberwocky4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04706410269402862213'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28414456.post-2188323104186274675</id><published>2008-03-27T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:47:12.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bvVcnhoGNsM/R-yGVhCMKII/AAAAAAAAACU/bw1Nsh6z0P0/s1600-h/zoo+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182664975399528578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bvVcnhoGNsM/R-yGVhCMKII/AAAAAAAAACU/bw1Nsh6z0P0/s200/zoo+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so it's actually around 11 o' clock at night, but whatever... I've decided to try and post more often on this blog again, so... be prepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28414456-2188323104186274675?l=naturefreak4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/feeds/2188323104186274675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28414456&amp;postID=2188323104186274675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/2188323104186274675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/2188323104186274675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848259677863074755</uri><email>jabberwocky4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04706410269402862213'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bvVcnhoGNsM/R-yGVhCMKII/AAAAAAAAACU/bw1Nsh6z0P0/s72-c/zoo+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28414456.post-2499251854565683418</id><published>2007-12-19T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:19:49.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jazz blues</title><content type='html'>i went to the high school's jazz holiday performance tonight to say hello to friends in the choir and band and enjoy the music, but it really only made me feel very lonely.  i didn't say hi to any friends; i realized that all of the people who i think are my close friends really only talk to me on rare special occassions and outside of holiday parties, speech practice, or the internet, they might not even see me. &lt;br /&gt;I don't think this is actually the case but that's how it feels... if that makes any sense.&lt;br /&gt;but people who i love and admire and want to be best friends with hardly notice me and it hurts a lot.  maybe i don't make myself noticeable.  maybe i should sum up my courage and go freaking say hallo to 'em, but I don't, so i feel lonely. &lt;br /&gt;so it's my own fault, and actually i did say hello to amber, whom i haven't actually seen for... upwards of five years.  we were best friends in kindergarten, elementary, the time when we were... short.  :D&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.  g'night.  ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28414456-2499251854565683418?l=naturefreak4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/feeds/2499251854565683418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28414456&amp;postID=2499251854565683418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/2499251854565683418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/2499251854565683418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/2007/12/jazz-blues.html' title='jazz blues'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848259677863074755</uri><email>jabberwocky4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04706410269402862213'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28414456.post-1211096380151896068</id><published>2007-12-19T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T18:39:55.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hippie Day vs. Mom's Past</title><content type='html'>This week at school is "spirit week", and each day has a different theme to dress to.  Monday was Pajama Day, and I wore my... oddly enough... baggy dragon pajama pants and tank top.  Tuesday was Random Day... I just wore my red t-shirt from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;threadless&lt;/span&gt;.com: &lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/product/209/Fire_and_Ice#zoom"&gt;http://www.threadless.com/product/209/Fire_and_Ice#zoom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;em&gt;today &lt;/em&gt;was Hippie Day.  Earlier in the week I asked Mom what I should wear on Hippie Day.  She offered an old dress that she still has; it's all patched up in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;clamshell&lt;/span&gt; pattern down the skirt and has a wide neck.  The fabrics are all brown and rust red and leather and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;corduroy and it's really quite beautiful; though I don't really like the cut, as there is a tight line around my stomach when i wear it because in the sixties and in communes where my mom wore this dress, 45 years ago, girls wore their skirts at their waist...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;but yeah.  I was the most official hippie there today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28414456-1211096380151896068?l=naturefreak4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/feeds/1211096380151896068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28414456&amp;postID=1211096380151896068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/1211096380151896068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/1211096380151896068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/2007/12/hippie-day-vs-moms-past.html' title='Hippie Day vs. Mom&apos;s Past'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848259677863074755</uri><email>jabberwocky4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04706410269402862213'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28414456.post-6736632469485068551</id><published>2007-12-17T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T16:42:04.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gaaaah</title><content type='html'>Oof.  I haven't updated my blog in so long!  I feel really bad.  But no one reads it anymore, anyway. &lt;br /&gt;I don't really have much to say... but I'll try to be a little more consistent in updating in the future.  as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28414456-6736632469485068551?l=naturefreak4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/feeds/6736632469485068551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28414456&amp;postID=6736632469485068551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/6736632469485068551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/6736632469485068551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/2007/12/gaaaah.html' title='gaaaah'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848259677863074755</uri><email>jabberwocky4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04706410269402862213'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28414456.post-6300215542631328857</id><published>2007-11-09T20:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T20:49:44.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me!(ez)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.meez.com/treehugger4" title="Meez 3D avatars and free games."&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.meez.com/user16/06/03/04/060304_10033116792.gif" alt="Meez 3D avatar avatars games"  border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB0PTExOTQ2NzAyMjE0ODQmcD0xMjYxMSZkPSZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28414456-6300215542631328857?l=naturefreak4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/feeds/6300215542631328857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28414456&amp;postID=6300215542631328857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/6300215542631328857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/6300215542631328857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/2007/11/meez.html' title='Me!(ez)'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848259677863074755</uri><email>jabberwocky4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04706410269402862213'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28414456.post-45453412976121066</id><published>2007-11-08T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:20:45.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay ^_^</title><content type='html'>sooo today was a lot better than yesterday even though stupid things happened :D&lt;br /&gt;this morning i left home to walk to school in the beautiful fog.  i got to school, went upstairs to the portion that is actually my school, and was putting my junk in my locker when travis and patrick walk by.  travis greets me by calling me "panda bear" which he always does *shrug* and patrick asked me if I remembered to bring the stuffed animal and dowel that we're using in our biology movie about evolution (lawlz).  AAAAAAAAAH!  I slammed my locker and ran all the way back home, hoping that my dad would still be there because i didn't have my key... or phone.  luckily my dad was there sitting on the couch watching TV (he has a very exciting life) and i got inside and took the broom handle and went through my stuffed animals until i pulled out a possum puppet that alex gave to me for my seventh birthday.  my dad gave me a ride back to school because i had about two minutes left... I arrive in plenty of time and the possum on a stick was an instant hit around the school.  I am now the owner of a famous McMinnville icon; Possum-on-a-Stick.&lt;br /&gt;anywho, patrick, david, jesus and I's short video was AWESOME and the possum did very well.  I might post the vid on youtube sometime... or patrick will, we'll see.  our video put our science teacher almost in tears, she was laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;the possum made its way around school..&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.  the rest of the day was pretty chill. ^_^ i stole all of james' carob chips and one clementine orange in PBL class.  they were pretty yummy.&lt;br /&gt;then after school i walked with tia to the buses because it's more fun to walk the long way around the school with friends than to walk the shorter way on meh lonesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that I was carrying a long pole with a stuffed possum on the tip around all the way to school.  This gained school-wide attention.  it also gave me a really good excuse to stop and talk (explain what the heck i was doing with a possum on a stick) to the cute guy who is my latest stalking target.  I pass him on my way home nearly every day now.  ^_^ it was exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.  then I get home and realize i'm totally locked out of my house.  i hide my backpack in the recycling bin and put the possum brrom handle side up.  safety first.&lt;br /&gt;then i walked around the corner to the eric's house and asked his dad if he had our housekey, only to remember that we just GOT A NEW DOOR so they don't have our new key yet.  :P  so eventually i just ended up chilling at their house with eric and matt and their parakeet, Alexxys (or however they spell it) and it was pretty fun.  i called my dad, and he came by in about twenty minutes.  yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was a good day.  and now in about 45 minutes i have speech practice, and that's fun, even though i can't go to this saturday's woodburn tournament.  after that i'm going to wait for my surrogate/spare big brother Andrew to get online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it's a FOUR DAY WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!  yeyeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^__^__^^__^__^__^__^^__^_^ &lt;== rawr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28414456-45453412976121066?l=naturefreak4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/feeds/45453412976121066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28414456&amp;postID=45453412976121066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/45453412976121066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/45453412976121066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/2007/11/yay.html' title='yay ^_^'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848259677863074755</uri><email>jabberwocky4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04706410269402862213'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28414456.post-1276268319217779125</id><published>2007-11-07T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T17:25:02.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>meh</title><content type='html'>so today sucked... in a passive agressive sort of way, I suppose.  Disappointments add up.  I feel like such a loser.  I'm behind on my reading and journaling homework... but I have the highest grade in both the classes that I have to do it in.  I don't think i can go to australia for school next year - i didn't sign up fast enough, and Australia is all filled up.  I was so looking forward to that, but I can't now.  I guess I can go senior year... but i really wanted to go next year. &lt;br /&gt;the people i most want to be friends with are the hardest to befriend. &lt;br /&gt;my days seem to go from extreme highs to extreme lows.  Some days i feel lucky and happy and loved and excited for tomorrow, and the next day I feel blah.  unloved, unnoticed, out of the loop. &lt;br /&gt;which really just makes me feel like a dork.  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28414456-1276268319217779125?l=naturefreak4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/feeds/1276268319217779125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28414456&amp;postID=1276268319217779125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/1276268319217779125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/1276268319217779125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/2007/11/meh.html' title='meh'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848259677863074755</uri><email>jabberwocky4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04706410269402862213'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28414456.post-1740865115004428956</id><published>2007-10-28T11:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T12:05:28.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neah-kah-nie speech &amp; debate tournament 2007!</title><content type='html'>yesterday's speech &amp;amp; debate tournament was up there with my top five most fun days EVER.  ^__^&lt;br /&gt;I would go into detail but it was so complex i don't feel like typing it out.  :D&lt;br /&gt;it was a looong drive to the tournament, starting at 5 in the morning, but it was so worth it!  I love my speech &amp;amp; debate teammates to death, they all rock.  ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Eric came in first in after-dinner speech, it was so HILARIOUS!  Al B. came in first for Radio, his was also hilarious.  Other teammates won other things, too. it was great!  ^_^  Thomas and I won one public debate out of three, but they were all against Open and we were Novice, so we did really well.&lt;br /&gt;The tournament, in honor of halloween next week, was a costume contest as well... I wore my genie costume from last year, it worked out well but i was freaking COLD in round 2 debate... so I stole Eric's sweater until I could find mine again.  Thomas was a ninja, Michelle was a pirate, Becca was a ladybug, Spencer was Mr. Rogers (LOL!  he kept cussing and doing very un-Mr. ROger-like things, which we gave him a hard time about :D)  Eric and Michael didn't wear costumes, they just wore their suits.. michael claimed to be James Bond.  Al B. had an awesome costume, he should have won the contest: he had board shorts on and his very baggy jeans were literally at his knees the whole day.  he had on a black sweater with bones and skulls aligning with his actual body, a bowler hat with a paper gold crown and a feather on it, and a large wall clock on a huge chain around his neck.  his t-shirt said "flava".  it was hilarious.  He also cut hishair; he was bored, apparently.  We told people that he dressed like that every day, it was funny.  Actually, he usually wears more normal jeans and a plaid suit...coat.  jacket.  whatever.  Al B. rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Speech &amp;amp; Debate garden gnome mascot: we only lost him once, we thought he'd been stolen again like he had been in the past but it turned out Spencer had just taken him with him downstairs, so after several announcements made by Eric in the cafeteria to the 200 other people there, it turned out he hadn't been stolen after all.  btw, our gnome says on the bottom in sharpie "if you steal our gnome, we'll kick your ass".  no one belives us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo yeah.  I lurv speech &amp;amp; debate sooo much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28414456-1740865115004428956?l=naturefreak4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/feeds/1740865115004428956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28414456&amp;postID=1740865115004428956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/1740865115004428956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/1740865115004428956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/2007/10/neah-kah-nie-speech-debate-tournament.html' title='Neah-kah-nie speech &amp; debate tournament 2007!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848259677863074755</uri><email>jabberwocky4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04706410269402862213'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28414456.post-235631727311202677</id><published>2007-10-24T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T21:50:23.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i need somebody to love (me)</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I do have friends at my new school.  I hang out with philip and victoria mostly, and they're awesome and we have a lot of fun.  Travis calls me panda bear and gives me hugs sometimes... inside joke... and patrick and i are always paired up together... but I don't know if we're friends, it's hard to see through him he's such a crazy kid.  I know everyone else, i get a high five from lucas when i wear my modest mouse shirt, i chat on deviantART with Mariah.  And i still have my japanese school buddies, alex follows me around and talks to me. Tonight at the choir performance i waved to ben, talked with eric, high-fived philip and talked to him a little.  i said hi to ehren but i don't think he recognized me &gt;.&lt;... so yeah.  with all these peeps, why do i feel... lonely?  i guess i look at people's myspaces and stuff and all their comments are about how awesome each other are and things like that.   everyone seems to know everybody else intimately, and i feel like i'm hanging on the edge, not really there.  i have brief spells of feeling content with my limited friends, but philip and victoria hate the school and are trying to leave to go back to the main high school... what am i going to do when they leave?  it took me a month to find them, and i've tried to become closer friends with other people but i haven't made any progress.  maybe i don't try hard enough, or i need to push myself into their circles more. or back off or something i don't know.  people are so different, and i miss bailey and ashley and katie and hannah.  so yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28414456-235631727311202677?l=naturefreak4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/feeds/235631727311202677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28414456&amp;postID=235631727311202677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/235631727311202677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/235631727311202677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-need-somebody-to-love-me.html' title='i need somebody to love (me)'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848259677863074755</uri><email>jabberwocky4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04706410269402862213'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28414456.post-5984736846782075057</id><published>2007-10-14T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T16:51:28.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>ok, so if anyone actually read my blog, they might notice that my last post made little to no sense.  Just bear with me.  Also, the person who asked me for my number has nothing to do with anything else in the post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28414456-5984736846782075057?l=naturefreak4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/feeds/5984736846782075057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28414456&amp;postID=5984736846782075057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/5984736846782075057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/5984736846782075057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/2007/10/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848259677863074755</uri><email>jabberwocky4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04706410269402862213'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28414456.post-89020975358839606</id><published>2007-10-13T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T17:27:18.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>broken</title><content type='html'>I think i broke someone's heart. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I lost a friend.  I don't know anything.  I don't know why I have to wait, I don't know why I can't just tell them that I have a boyfriend, I don't know why I don't like to be seen together, I don't know why I refused an offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago some guy sked me for my number.  He looked weird and I said no and kept walking my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, through the course of five days, grew close, fell, questioned, fled, and died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28414456-89020975358839606?l=naturefreak4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/feeds/89020975358839606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28414456&amp;postID=89020975358839606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/89020975358839606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/89020975358839606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/2007/10/broken.html' title='broken'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848259677863074755</uri><email>jabberwocky4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04706410269402862213'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28414456.post-3785851111539388194</id><published>2007-10-03T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T21:21:40.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hikyuu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bvVcnhoGNsM/RwRqSE7h18I/AAAAAAAAAB0/I6zOrFk0YAY/s1600-h/IMG_0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117331935393339330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bvVcnhoGNsM/RwRqSE7h18I/AAAAAAAAAB0/I6zOrFk0YAY/s200/IMG_0383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kitty of the past few years, Hikyuu, my baby who is evil and doesn't like anyone. My parents say we are going to get rid of her, we have to, because she marks her territory around the house on a daily basis. she pees on everything she can reach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't want her to go, i love her, but we can't have a cat that pees all over the place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never not had a cat. We had Pilgrim when I was born, and before he died we picked up Hikyuu out of our backyard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom bought a can of "feliway" but now for some reason won't use it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;does anybody want a cat that pees everywhere and hates everyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what am i going to do? nobody wanted her when we found her, and now nobody will want her anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28414456-3785851111539388194?l=naturefreak4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/feeds/3785851111539388194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28414456&amp;postID=3785851111539388194' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/3785851111539388194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/3785851111539388194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/2007/10/hikyuu.html' title='hikyuu...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848259677863074755</uri><email>jabberwocky4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04706410269402862213'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bvVcnhoGNsM/RwRqSE7h18I/AAAAAAAAAB0/I6zOrFk0YAY/s72-c/IMG_0383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28414456.post-6687146396772469102</id><published>2007-09-09T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T09:46:58.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Shoppin'</title><content type='html'>I used to hate shopping.  I really loathed walking into stuffy department stores and walking around, trying things on, blah de blah blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;but now, I love shopping!  I like walking around and looking at clothes and imagining what they would say about me.  Soooo yesterday I went with Beezer and her little sister and her friend-turned-my-friend and Beezer's mom to a mall on the coast and shopped 'til we dropped... AKA ran out of stores/money.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought three pairs of jeans, two camis, socks, underwear, lots of earrings, a super-comfy and warm sweater, annnd... i think that's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just in case anyone was curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiii  i feel conformist.  oh well.  i'm really not.  i swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28414456-6687146396772469102?l=naturefreak4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/feeds/6687146396772469102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28414456&amp;postID=6687146396772469102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/6687146396772469102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/6687146396772469102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/2007/09/gone-shoppin.html' title='Gone Shoppin&apos;'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848259677863074755</uri><email>jabberwocky4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04706410269402862213'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28414456.post-5695863970587548474</id><published>2007-09-02T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T11:47:36.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiii summer's gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Summer ends so soon. This time on Tuesday, I will be eating lunch with my new school crew. New school! I can't believe it. But I'm ready for it, I think. I had a good summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some things I did this summer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-backpacked a total of about 90 miles (two trips)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-saw four bears and lots of other awesome animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-raised 27 chickens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-butchered 14 chickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-sold some chickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-tamed some beautiful chickens who now love to be pet and beg for attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-built a new chicken coop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-tore down an old chicken coop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-wrote a screenplay for a cheesy movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-wandered aimlessly around town with my dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-helped my brother build a thatched-roof hut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-had a water fight on 4th of July with neighbors &amp;amp; friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-caught up with some people I haven't seen for years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I think of more, or if you people think of anything, I'll add 'em later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;^__^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bring it on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28414456-5695863970587548474?l=naturefreak4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/feeds/5695863970587548474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28414456&amp;postID=5695863970587548474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/5695863970587548474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/5695863970587548474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/2007/09/summers-end-dream.html' title='aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiii summer&apos;s gone...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848259677863074755</uri><email>jabberwocky4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04706410269402862213'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28414456.post-2832896245455075607</id><published>2007-08-29T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T15:30:17.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoops.....?</title><content type='html'>My dad's latest argument when he does something totally hypocritical is that I am too much like my mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm sorry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously my dad never wanted to be a logical and rational thinker, but it's okay, I didn't pick it up from him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28414456-2832896245455075607?l=naturefreak4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/feeds/2832896245455075607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28414456&amp;postID=2832896245455075607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/2832896245455075607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/2832896245455075607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/2007/08/whoops.html' title='whoops.....?'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848259677863074755</uri><email>jabberwocky4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04706410269402862213'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28414456.post-185528702268891231</id><published>2007-08-29T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T13:46:22.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegetarianism</title><content type='html'>I am a self-proclaimed naturefreak, yet I eat meat.  People ask me why sometimes.  I personally see few reasons to "go veggie". &lt;br /&gt;"meat is bad for you"...Humans are built to eat and process meat, so there is no reason to say that meat is bad for you in a normal life.  People shouldn't be eating tons of fat if they aren't running around in the cold all the time, nor should you be eating pure protein all the time.  It's really not that hard to find a balance in there somewhere, people! &lt;br /&gt;"animals feel pain"...so we should convince dogs, cats, sharks, and chimps not to eat meat, either?  Things die, things are eaten.  Living things must feed other living things.  That's just how it works.  Pain isn't going to suddenly disappear from the world.&lt;br /&gt;"the meat we eat had/has a soul"...well, so much for that.  I just ate it.  sorry, mate.&lt;br /&gt;"today's meat comes from gigantic icky factories that are terrible and ack"...this is so true, which is the only good reason I can imagine someone might come up with.  Lots of people do not have or are not aware of places that sell local meats that were taken care of on the farm and shipped a few miles into town.  Lucky for me I live near a place that sells good local meat that wasn't totally petrified when it died and didn't go through a ton of either overly-chemicaled or under-sanitized machinery before arriving medium-rare to my plate.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that someday Temple Grandin will convert all meat-processing places so that vegetarians, excluding those who have actual dietary restrictions or religious duties (they'll figure it out sooner or later) can go back to being the happy omnivores humans are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28414456-185528702268891231?l=naturefreak4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/feeds/185528702268891231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28414456&amp;postID=185528702268891231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/185528702268891231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/185528702268891231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/2007/08/vegetarianism.html' title='Vegetarianism'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848259677863074755</uri><email>jabberwocky4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04706410269402862213'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28414456.post-7193194854487007640</id><published>2007-08-27T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T16:14:25.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>parting is such something-or-other-whatever</title><content type='html'>three months ago 26 chicks arrived at my house in a foot2 cardboard box.  we butchered all of the cornish crosses, as well as a domonique that turned out to be a rooster.  we sold three to one of my mom's customers, and four this morning to a woman who owns a winery.  All of those hens will have excellent homes, but... I already miss them.  the backyard is so quiet with just six chickens left; Shorty, Molly, Moon, Rebel, and Violet are the young ones, and our old Gatekeeper.  they're quiet and depressed and confused, too.  I think they'll get used to it, get over it, but it's still hard.  At least I know where the other chickens went.  The chicks at the winery will have acres to explore and a safe coop to sleep in at night.  the three that went to one of my mom's customers will have a brand new coop all to themselves.  So I'm not worried about them, i just miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, school starts in a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28414456-7193194854487007640?l=naturefreak4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/feeds/7193194854487007640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28414456&amp;postID=7193194854487007640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/7193194854487007640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/7193194854487007640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/2007/08/parting-is-such-something-or-other.html' title='parting is such something-or-other-whatever'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848259677863074755</uri><email>jabberwocky4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04706410269402862213'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28414456.post-4238534424536039285</id><published>2007-08-18T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T20:14:38.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>see last line</title><content type='html'>On Chinese restaurant take-out boxes there are two holes you could put the flap in to close the box.  I think they put the extra one there to reassure people that you have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is the treehugger's obscure, pointless, and potentially incorrect think o' the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28414456-4238534424536039285?l=naturefreak4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/feeds/4238534424536039285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28414456&amp;postID=4238534424536039285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/4238534424536039285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/4238534424536039285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/2007/08/see-last-line.html' title='see last line'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848259677863074755</uri><email>jabberwocky4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04706410269402862213'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28414456.post-4470838240407944581</id><published>2007-08-13T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T10:53:40.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new school, new social experiment</title><content type='html'>next year will be so new... I have absolutely no idea what to expect, i've never gone to a school this size before... it's only 170 students, but it's all ninth and tenth graders.  it's right by my house.. i don't have to wake up until 8:00 every morning! *gasp*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28414456-4470838240407944581?l=naturefreak4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/feeds/4470838240407944581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28414456&amp;postID=4470838240407944581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/4470838240407944581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/4470838240407944581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-school-new-social-experiment.html' title='new school, new social experiment'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848259677863074755</uri><email>jabberwocky4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04706410269402862213'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28414456.post-7517412263466382682</id><published>2007-07-31T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T12:56:58.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please visit the following!</title><content type='html'>Remember to visit my DeviantART profile and click on "recent deviations" to view my gallery: &lt;a href="http://www.forevergreen.deviantart.com/"&gt;www.forevergreen.deviantart.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit my poetry blog and leave comments!  &lt;a href="http://www.pantherpoet.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.pantherpoet.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupyup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28414456-7517412263466382682?l=naturefreak4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/feeds/7517412263466382682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28414456&amp;postID=7517412263466382682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/7517412263466382682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/7517412263466382682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/2007/07/please-visit-following.html' title='Please visit the following!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848259677863074755</uri><email>jabberwocky4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04706410269402862213'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28414456.post-4956564389052524700</id><published>2007-07-26T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:03:25.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm looking into Hogwarts</title><content type='html'>Well, just today the two coolest teachers chose to take jobs other than back at my school this coming year... One of them was pretty much my main reason for staying, the other was a really good teacher as well.  My school now has no director, no 4-12 social studies/9-12 english teacher and no 6-12 science/6-12 math teacher.  Wow...&lt;br /&gt;So my current enrollment is kind of up in the air, as my options are continuing on at the falling-apart school that's 20 miles away from where i live, register at the gimongous local high school six houses away from my house, or... well, that's pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;if i choose to go to the local high school, registration is august 14th, so speak now or forever roll your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28414456-4956564389052524700?l=naturefreak4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/feeds/4956564389052524700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28414456&amp;postID=4956564389052524700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/4956564389052524700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/4956564389052524700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-looking-into-hogwarts.html' title='I&apos;m looking into Hogwarts'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848259677863074755</uri><email>jabberwocky4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04706410269402862213'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28414456.post-2430090990292176214</id><published>2007-07-24T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T14:58:51.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weelllllll...</title><content type='html'>I can't think of much to say right now... I would ramble on about Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (I finished it at 12:00 last night...this morning... yeah) but some of you people haven't read it yet, so I'll wait a few weeks, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28414456-2430090990292176214?l=naturefreak4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/feeds/2430090990292176214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28414456&amp;postID=2430090990292176214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/2430090990292176214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28414456/posts/default/2430090990292176214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturefreak4.blogspot.com/2007/07/weelllllll.html' title='weelllllll...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17848259677863074755</uri><email>jabberwocky4@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04706410269402862213'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>