<?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-1181607423292735580</id><updated>2011-07-28T04:32:52.265-07:00</updated><category term='Young Women'/><category term='return'/><category term='story ideas'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Diablo II'/><category term='sci-fi'/><category term='Greenwood'/><category term='birthday party'/><category term='games'/><category term='school'/><category term='Hordes of the Underdark'/><category term='car washing'/><category term='Transformers'/><category term='minifaire'/><category term='Black Pearl'/><category term='radcon'/><category term='personality test'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='quiet'/><category term='first post'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='Shadows of Underentide'/><category term='girl&apos;s camp'/><category term='lighthouse'/><category term='faire'/><category term='writer&apos;s block'/><category term='Neverwinter Nights'/><category term='rant'/><category term='work party'/><title type='text'>Insert Witty Remark Here</title><subtitle type='html'>Now, if only I could have an endorphin - and I KNOW I didn't spell that right - and actually come up with a witty remark...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Silvia Callisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241993818441745719</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181607423292735580.post-4244291017774348088</id><published>2009-07-27T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T14:08:06.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*dust off cobwebs*</title><content type='html'>OH-KAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright - school year, once again pulled a "barely-passing-with-Ds-at-semester." Got an ADD eval - should get the results today. Greenwood was just downright FUN. (Pyramus and Thisby... *small chuckle*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAS A JOB! As a babysitter. Technically, it's only for one child and I'm hired when I'm needed, but hey, it's a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated note, we leave for Spokane and Spo-Con this Friday. Hopefully, I'll get my costume done by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*insert evil laughter here*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1181607423292735580-4244291017774348088?l=insertwittyremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/feeds/4244291017774348088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1181607423292735580&amp;postID=4244291017774348088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/4244291017774348088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/4244291017774348088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/2009/07/dust-off-cobwebs.html' title='*dust off cobwebs*'/><author><name>Silvia Callisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241993818441745719</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-1181607423292735580.post-8381878356024562679</id><published>2008-08-15T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T15:50:35.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO...</title><content type='html'>My last post was in May. Sorry. One, life has been hectic since May. No, really, it's been REAL hectic. Faire, then the lake house, then SpoCon, and now today. Two, more worried about school and supplies. Especially after today. SO, from where my memory begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faire - You know you're a good faire when you have people jumping the fence JUST to get in. As soon as I heard that, I was giddy. Also, Madrigals on Sunday? Scary. Very scary. I start singing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dona Nobis Pachem&lt;/span&gt;, and people are drawn like moths to a flame... Cool, yes. But still scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lake House - RELAXATION. (Lack of exclamation point on ARM's laptop...) Nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SpoCon - Note to self: Con Raves are safe and can be fun. SpoCon was fun, much fun. A pro even commented on my shirt - she liked the design. I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - You know you are insane when you walk to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; from school for 20 minutes, in 95 degree weather, and nearly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pass out&lt;/span&gt; when you get home. And you have a sense of accomplishment at that last part. Then again, the last time I (nearly) passed out was when I was in the 5th grade, so this time, instead of freaking out, I simply told myself, "No, you are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; passing out in the middle of the field.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Most especially&lt;/span&gt; when you have a certain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;schedule&lt;/span&gt; in hand." I was able to remain calm, got into the house, a drink of water, and promptly informed mom of the situation. Thank heaven the basement is freakin' cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have a new computer now. We weren't expecting it until Monday. It came today. I did a happy dance in my head. Even signed for the thing. Cannot wait to get it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule involves two English classes (Pre-IB English and Journalism, first and last period, respectively), Spanish (thinking about changing it to American Sign Language - I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; crossing the entire school and then going &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;up a flight of stairs&lt;/span&gt; just to get to my third class of the day (counting 0 hour)), Chamber Choir (as homeroom), Pre-IB Geometry (if I had gone with normal Geometry, I had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; chance of being taught by a Greenwood Member), Drafting and Design, and 0 hour Divas Choir. I got the two English teachers I was hoping for, too. I am happy. ...save for Spanish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Now I want Dad to get home so I can get that new computer set up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1181607423292735580-8381878356024562679?l=insertwittyremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/feeds/8381878356024562679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1181607423292735580&amp;postID=8381878356024562679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/8381878356024562679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/8381878356024562679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/2008/08/so.html' title='SO...'/><author><name>Silvia Callisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241993818441745719</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-1181607423292735580.post-8056572848902785694</id><published>2008-05-14T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T04:30:02.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Force Is Not With Me (...Mostly)</title><content type='html'>Rundown of my school week so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Morning started out relatively well. And then there was a problem. Problem: I must have slept on my neck wrong, because it began to hurt pretty bad. Managed to survive first through fourth hour, but in fourth hour, the pain became unbearable. Following a friend's advice, I called home and was taken home on sick-leave. Missed fifth and sixth period. That was the first sign that things were not going to go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Again, the morning started out relatively well. No 0 Hour because of the fact that I only had to come in for Monday and again for Friday. Pain in the neck was mostly gone (no pun intended). Lunch brought problems. I had lost my excuse slip, and I was not happy. Fortunately, my sixth hour teacher had already seen and there was a sub for fifth hour. Fie, for after school, I LOST MY CELL PHONE. Looked everywhere for it, and it had vanished straight off into the o-zone. I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; happy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; happy at all. Cried all the way home. It wasn't even turned in this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news from that: I got a new one. A much-needed new one. Same number, so if someone decided to take it for themselves, they can't use it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - Good morning again. Tragedy at lunch struck again. MY NECKLACE BROKE. My favorite charm necklace, namely the pewter charm, snapped clean in half. Dad has doubts of it being repairable. Didn't cry, but I really am miffed. Very miffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Force is not with me this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Oh, I forgot to mention, the date for the Choir Concert got moved. AGAIN. It is now June 2, a Monday and almost a full week after the last date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1181607423292735580-8056572848902785694?l=insertwittyremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/feeds/8056572848902785694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1181607423292735580&amp;postID=8056572848902785694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/8056572848902785694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/8056572848902785694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/2008/05/force-is-not-with-me-mostly.html' title='The Force Is Not With Me (...Mostly)'/><author><name>Silvia Callisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241993818441745719</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-1181607423292735580.post-1486050543683637827</id><published>2008-05-11T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:51:17.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LIIIIIVE!!!!111!!1</title><content type='html'>Yeah, three months of not being able to figure out what to actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;put&lt;/span&gt; on here. I find my life that routine and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished a group History project that got turned in on the end of April. Got an A+. *does a little victory dance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing math with minimum of a B! Haven't fallen below that grade at all this year! *cue confetti and streamers* I UNDERSTAND THE NUMBERS NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/span&gt; in English. I got impatient and already read it the rest of the way through back at home. XD Yay for having Shakespeare books in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End-of-the-year choir concert on the 27th. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; get to hear the Park kids sing! (Apparently, I'm missed over there, according to Mister Henderson. People who were in it last year were going, "I miss Kim!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a super-cool video in Biology on Thursday and Friday. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Predators at War.&lt;/span&gt; Droughts in South Africa are not a good thing, especially when the predators get antsy... Dissecting labs begin on the 16th. (Not looking forward to 'em.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing tests in Health class with 'A's. Very amazed that I actually remembered all the bones in the skeletal system in the correct order. (I always get ulna and another one mixed up... Fie, now I can't remember it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY HAND GRENADES BATMAN! It's almost the end of the school year! (It's going by way too quickly...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greenwood stuff - Swashbuckling. Fights coming along pretty nicely (although I still need to actually practice one of the two-on-one fights with the final member of one of the stories and then actually correograph my full-out three-way). Favorite fight deals with so many bad puns one after another, it isn't even funny. But my 'mouse on steroids' (read: excited) voice keeps coming into play and my voice keeps on becoming this harsh, shrill sounding thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirt needs to be redone. Collar's off, and parts of the lower half are falling off. Probably should undo the stitches that BD did at Radcon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; need to get into the habit of making normal stuff sound interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1181607423292735580-1486050543683637827?l=insertwittyremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/feeds/1486050543683637827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1181607423292735580&amp;postID=1486050543683637827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/1486050543683637827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/1486050543683637827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-liiiiive1111.html' title='I LIIIIIVE!!!!111!!1'/><author><name>Silvia Callisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241993818441745719</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-1181607423292735580.post-1081921169350982086</id><published>2008-02-10T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T20:26:43.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Radcon Preparations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DPIfn2TKIp8/R6_NojDE2WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YGJlAfQbyhs/s1600-h/CharacterDesign1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DPIfn2TKIp8/R6_NojDE2WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YGJlAfQbyhs/s400/CharacterDesign1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165573394103851362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably wondering what this image (which I am actually very proud of) has to do with Radcon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually the shirt she's wearing. Guess who decided to start sewing again after 3 years of not doing so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually made this picture at the end of last month, but perhaps I should just upload more artwork. ...Perhaps. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, due to the fact that I am impatient and just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to get this thing done, I have the basic shirt finished. Now I just need to hem the sleeves, make the actual collar, and then add that little wave-bit at the bottom of the shirt. Hopefully, I'll get it done before Radcon. If not...well, at least I'll still have a shirt for casual wear around school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1181607423292735580-1081921169350982086?l=insertwittyremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/feeds/1081921169350982086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1181607423292735580&amp;postID=1081921169350982086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/1081921169350982086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/1081921169350982086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/2008/02/radcon-preparations.html' title='Radcon Preparations'/><author><name>Silvia Callisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241993818441745719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DPIfn2TKIp8/R6_NojDE2WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YGJlAfQbyhs/s72-c/CharacterDesign1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181607423292735580.post-1925390936261535365</id><published>2008-02-09T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T19:46:00.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>Guess who's going to the Legislative District Caucus in April?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad decided to drag me to the caucus today. Rest assured, I was mainly off in a corner with my stuff and trying to keep myself occupied, but I got dragged along anyway. Turns out my parents are both delegates for the next Caucus in April. Ironic, 'cause Mom's the delegate for Hilary and Dad's the delegate for Obama. Whoop-dee-doo. (No, I do not understand politics.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radcon's next week. AHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1181607423292735580-1925390936261535365?l=insertwittyremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/feeds/1925390936261535365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1181607423292735580&amp;postID=1925390936261535365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/1925390936261535365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/1925390936261535365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/2008/02/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>Silvia Callisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241993818441745719</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-1181607423292735580.post-4036070878459251819</id><published>2008-01-18T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T16:01:29.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First of the New Year</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know, I'm just absolutely horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! Thanksgiving was wonderful, mom's turkey and cheesecake were delicious, and was actually quiet. November was heck due to it was only half a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December: We had our Christmas Concert. Wonderfully done, Concert Choir had definitely improved. Could have sworn I went off during our Diva's songs, namely when I was singing low parts, but we had fun with Carol of the Bells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas: WE GOT TWILIGHT PRINCESS. I've wanted that game so badly, but now I need to motivate myself away from the computer and Sonic Adventure 2 and actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; the game. (But the Chao...I love my Chao...they are so cute!) Also, I got more colored pencils, much-needed long-sleeved shirts, A BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER GRAPHIC NOVEL (go Mom and Dad!), Final Fantasy XII, and a Bleach Calendar just to name a few. And bracelets...a lot of bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January: ...Finals. Finals are next week. I'm confident in my Finals, it's just History that's starting to intimidate me a little due to the fact that I need to ACE it now. I am serious, I need to ACE it. ...I'll cross that bridge when I get there - I do well on tests anyway. We finished reading the Odyssey and now need to make 1) a map of Odysseus's travels and 2) come up with a 13th (although I insist it's 14th) Olympian God. (I'm tempted to go through the list of lesser deities and make an interpretation of the Goddess of Vengeance, Nemesis. Most likely will, too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for Febuary: RADCON. I've been eagerly awaiting Radcon and some of my friends are gonna be able to go for the first time! WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Dilemma (not precisely schoolwork-related): I need a way to stop a person from changing into Cordelia on myself and my other friends. Specifically an Asian version of her. MZ, as I shall call her, is no longer the daughter of the art teacher of my middle school that I used to know. No, she is becoming preppy, a bit on the low side, and more along the lines of Cordelia Chase from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Any ideas on how to convince her that this is only gonna hurt her in the long run? She's already hurt some of her old friends already and she isn't listening to her parents about the whole situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1181607423292735580-4036070878459251819?l=insertwittyremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/feeds/4036070878459251819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1181607423292735580&amp;postID=4036070878459251819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/4036070878459251819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/4036070878459251819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-of-new-year.html' title='First of the New Year'/><author><name>Silvia Callisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241993818441745719</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-1181607423292735580.post-481066515688333533</id><published>2007-10-19T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T11:28:26.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Fun</title><content type='html'>Yeah, somewhat brain-dead. Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday was on Monday, but it was celebrated on Saturday with one of my best friends who lives off in Richland (a year and exactly two weeks apart - she's older). I was very happy - new MP3 player from Dad, mom got me a new pendant for my necklace &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; a holder for said MP3 player, Andrew got me the Sonic Mega Collection, and my friend got me a card. Grandma and Grandpa Jensen had also sent me a $25 check in the mail as well as a card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More gifts came on Monday the 15th when I actually turned 15. Grandma Joan sent me a $35 dollar gift certificate for Amazon.com (which I quickly spent on a video game that I have wanted for ages now) and Aunt Jeanne got me black hair dye (it's part of an idea I have planned), a card, and $20 worth in gift cards for Hastings. I am very happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that reminds me...last week, tryouts for the school play were held. I am very, very happy, because rehearsals first started on my birthday, and I got to see if I got a part. And I do! *cue squeals of happiness* The play is called Shoestring Theater, and I'm supposed to play an airhead by the name of Denise. My hair will most likely still be black in December when we actually put it on, since I'm getting it dyed on Saturday. Ah, well, as Mr. L. said, "Airheads come in all shades." It works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Mr. L.'s classes, since he's also one of my choir teachers, all choirs perform next week on Thursday. This means that starting Monday, we're gonna be working with the Rhythm Section for practice. This also means that once the concert's done with, I get to sleep in on Friday! Either way, I am very excited - now I need to find a pair of black slacks or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S and D are arriving this afternoon. Huzzah, frantic cleaning of the house... Ah, well, I can deal - my room needs cleaning, anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1181607423292735580-481066515688333533?l=insertwittyremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/feeds/481066515688333533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1181607423292735580&amp;postID=481066515688333533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/481066515688333533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/481066515688333533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/2007/10/birthday-fun.html' title='Birthday Fun'/><author><name>Silvia Callisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241993818441745719</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-1181607423292735580.post-1704515105344847460</id><published>2007-10-04T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T15:29:49.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*gasp, wheeze*</title><content type='html'>I LIVE! Barely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first month of school has been wonderful...if it weren't for the fact that I was absent for four days straight. *grumbles* Fortunately, my Algebra grade's back up to an A, since it was mainly review for me (thank heaven it wasn't chapter 2 and not chapter 6). History almost puts me to sleep, but we're currently learning about Ancient Greece, so I'm normally conscious still (at least it wasn't WA State History), Biology has been learning new tools of the trade (READ: MORE MATH), and I have reached a new typing record of 135 GWAM now. (Yes, Mom, I'm serious - a 3 GWAM increase from my last one now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first choir concert is October 25, and five days before that is Homecoming. One of my classmates who is in both my homeroom and choir classes thinks that I should try out for the upcoming homecoming parade with my singing talent, but I'd really rather not. I'll just stick to the new school play tryouts that are starting next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeroom also doubles as English, and my English teacher also doubles as the Journalism teacher. Apparently, I strike him as a Journalism kid, so now I have a personal invitation for Journalism class next year. I need to work on interviewing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;. (I'm too shy for my own good.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...two weeks ago the Young Women had a presentation in which I was singing as a soloist. Fortunately, no nosebleeds resulted at the end of it, so I am very, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; thankful for that. Also, what do I do about people who accuse me about going out with someone when 1) it's only been a month into the school year and 2) I'm not allowed to date &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;? Because it's gonna start to become 7th and 8th grade all over again at this rate. I already told him to get a life, but I don't think that's gonna phase him. And due to the fact that I have the automatic older-sister-response system installed in me with taking care of kaijuu, I can't ignore him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that seems to be everything that's happened in the past month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1181607423292735580-1704515105344847460?l=insertwittyremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/feeds/1704515105344847460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1181607423292735580&amp;postID=1704515105344847460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/1704515105344847460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/1704515105344847460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/2007/10/gasp-wheeze.html' title='*gasp, wheeze*'/><author><name>Silvia Callisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241993818441745719</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-1181607423292735580.post-1217490449556624531</id><published>2007-09-09T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:01:17.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Day</title><content type='html'>I learned a very valuable lesson at Radcon's game day last night: excessive bouts of playing Guitar Hero will get you addicted quick and will begin to hurt after continuous playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game day was spent doing one of two things: role playing at the anime gaming table or playing Guitar Hero. I had fun. I think I found a new video game I wanna have now. XD It's fun and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school's been...oddly pleasant. Something tells me that things are gonna start to go screwy sometime soon - it can't be this pleasant for this amount of time. So I'm going to move a step up from pessimism back to the 'optimistic realist' that I see myself as. Because sooner or later, something's gonna SNAFU in my grades, I just know it. (And I have a big feeling it's gonna be in History.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post. Nothing much new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1181607423292735580-1217490449556624531?l=insertwittyremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/feeds/1217490449556624531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1181607423292735580&amp;postID=1217490449556624531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/1217490449556624531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/1217490449556624531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/2007/09/game-day.html' title='Game Day'/><author><name>Silvia Callisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241993818441745719</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-1181607423292735580.post-167655934457483641</id><published>2007-08-28T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T14:50:33.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>W00tness!</title><content type='html'>First day of high school went very smoothly. I was going to be a pessimist and expect my schedule to be completely screwed up, but no - I got the classes I signed up for...and a class that I didn't sign up for that I am just absolutely giddy about. I now have a 0 hour, meaning that I'm gonna be at school at 6:30 in the morning, but it's got a benefit of being a second choir class! I am one of two freshman in Diva's choir! So yeah. Breakfast with a song and a song before lunch! (I have lunch after fourth hour.) Downside, though, is that I'm gonna hafta run around like a chicken with its head cut off, but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[singing]I like to rise when the sun she rises, early in the morning...[/singing]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1181607423292735580-167655934457483641?l=insertwittyremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/feeds/167655934457483641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1181607423292735580&amp;postID=167655934457483641' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/167655934457483641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/167655934457483641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/2007/08/w00tness.html' title='W00tness!'/><author><name>Silvia Callisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241993818441745719</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181607423292735580.post-1300000527074457996</id><published>2007-08-23T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T19:58:03.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car washing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diablo II'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Hatred and Terror Bit the Dust</title><content type='html'>Now all that's left is Destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I have been playing Diablo 2 multiplayer for some time now. The Maiden of Anguish went down quickly, as did the Prince of Pain. We completed Act III within a day, including beating the crap out of Mephisto, Lord of Hatred (we both died once), and did the same with Act IV after finishing off Diablo after what felt like eternity. We died so many times in that fight, it's not even funny. Didn't help that mom's mouse started to go dead on us in the middle of the fight, so I basically picked off what I could from him until mom got back. Problem? When we both went back into the fight, he had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;completely regenerated&lt;/span&gt;. Not cool, not cool at all. Thank goodness Mom was playing a Sorceress while I was an Assassin. I'd distract the Lord of Terror with Shadow (a summoned creature that looks exactly like my character) for a few seconds while Mom came up behind him and hit him with Static Field, a spell that knocks down quite a bit of his hit points. It was mainly distract-and-shoot, but we won in the end. Did I mention that we died so many times in that fight, it wasn't even funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now our characters are in upper-twenties and heading up Mount Arreat after the final Prime Evil, Baal, Lord of Destruction. Hopefully, his AI in the final battle won't have changed and I'll be able to corner him then trap him with my Wake of Fire/Inferno traps. BWAHAHAHAHA. In the meanwhile, we have trapped Barbarians to rescue in the next session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washed the van today. We're heading to the cabin this weekend, but we're leaving Sunday. School starts Tuesday. Did I mention that I'm scared as heck about that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1181607423292735580-1300000527074457996?l=insertwittyremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/feeds/1300000527074457996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1181607423292735580&amp;postID=1300000527074457996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/1300000527074457996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/1300000527074457996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/2007/08/hatred-and-terror-bit-dust.html' title='Hatred and Terror Bit the Dust'/><author><name>Silvia Callisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241993818441745719</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-1181607423292735580.post-7038754642718831089</id><published>2007-08-14T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T11:52:42.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Here!</title><content type='html'>Mom got her harp early yesterday afternoon. Helped her out with tuning (although it still tends to go out of tune a little, but that's unsurprising). I've spent a decent amount of time in the past two days simply finding and playing songs I've heard on that thing now. *sheepish chuckle* I'm glad I have ears, 'cause I'm already able to play a few songs from video games that I've heard on the harp a little. So for the past few days, I could easily be seen playing mom's harp a little. Most of the songs that I've found out are within 2 1/2 octaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Quick blog post. The house is alive with the sound of music (and before you ask, yes, pun intended).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1181607423292735580-7038754642718831089?l=insertwittyremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/feeds/7038754642718831089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1181607423292735580&amp;postID=7038754642718831089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/7038754642718831089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/7038754642718831089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>Silvia Callisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241993818441745719</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-1181607423292735580.post-8004131317543187740</id><published>2007-08-09T17:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:19:24.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/attack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/attack.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icanhascheeseburger comes up with a lot of funny stuff. Dad, I blame you for informing me of that site. Fie be aponst you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1181607423292735580-8004131317543187740?l=insertwittyremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/feeds/8004131317543187740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1181607423292735580&amp;postID=8004131317543187740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/8004131317543187740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/8004131317543187740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/2007/08/bored.html' title='Bored?'/><author><name>Silvia Callisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241993818441745719</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-1181607423292735580.post-7057867660322744552</id><published>2007-07-28T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T12:24:55.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl&apos;s camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='return'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lighthouse'/><title type='text'>Back From Camp</title><content type='html'>Huzzah! I'm back! And rather bug-bitten....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, camp. We went to Twin Harbors State Park for camp. Lovely place with the ocean just across the main road (...alright, I'll admit, it was the highway) to the west. Fun times to be had. Sandcastles were built, kites were flown, people kept on getting into the water past their knees despite what they had been told...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downside was the fact that there were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boys&lt;/span&gt; there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in Mormon young men/scouts (whatever they're called).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, the hormonal teenage girls that didn't have common sense about the whole thing practically swooned (and my tent mocked the whole thing, as even the beehives were doing so). I only spoke with them slightly when my kite tangled up with one of theirs (which they complimented due to my persistence/stubbornness. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was when we settled in and got our first look at the beach, Tuesday we built sandcastles (ours was complete with an actual moat and had a bunch of shells and such decorating it), Wendsday we went to the marine museum and the lighthouse (yes, I went all the way up), Thursday we got ice cream, went gift-shopping, and had testimony night, and Friday we got our awards and packed up. Mine was 'Betty Crocker Cookie Baker' due to the fact that I brought a batch of cookies in a bucket that were all gone by the end of the week. I shared with everyone who wanted one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm back. It's been over a week. I'll go and catch up on other stuff now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1181607423292735580-7057867660322744552?l=insertwittyremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/feeds/7057867660322744552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1181607423292735580&amp;postID=7057867660322744552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/7057867660322744552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/7057867660322744552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-from-camp.html' title='Back From Camp'/><author><name>Silvia Callisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241993818441745719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181607423292735580.post-6738179657558401288</id><published>2007-07-18T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T12:26:23.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl&apos;s camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>Warning: Possible Rant</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm sure you've noticed by now that I'm actually posting for a second day in a row. Not very often I do this, now, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason as to why I normally don't post daily: unlike Mom, my routine normally involves getting up, heading online, doing chores, heading back on the computer, playing video games, and most of my time is spent on stories and the like. Due to the fact that the only story that I've let on so far is Project: iNFiNiTY (which is STILL in concept stage), there's been no other big news lately. Other than the norm. ...Then again, that's how you define 'normal'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Now then. Does anybody here &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; waking up in the middle of the night/really really early morning and being completely unable to get back to sleep? Yeah, I do. Scary part is, I'm normally the first one up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt; during the school year. ('Cause I wake up at five in the morning then.) I've been having that problem a lot lately. I'm not sure if it's some sort of insomnia or something, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also the fact that I also tend to sleep like a rock. No, really, I sleep like a rock. At Girl's Camp two years ago, all the girls in my tent were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;screaming their heads off&lt;/span&gt;. Guess who was out like a light despite people screaming in her ears? And was still out even after she had a flashlight shine on her face? And then the year previous, I was normally in the tent due to the fact that my schedule had gone like this: Saturday - Dance Festival. Sunday - Greenwood. Monday through Friday - Girl's Camp. The fact that I was kept up 'till past midnight on Sunday night really didn't help. Thus, 'Camp Sleep-a-Lot'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I'm normally up at weird hours of the morning. Woke up at four-ish due to a storm that was outside. (The thunder was louder than Dad's snoring - he slept right through the thing. YES, DAD, YOU SNORE. DEAL WITH IT.) Got up at about five, played on the computer for about an hour, went back to bed, FINALLY GOT SOME SLEEP. Didn't get out of bed again until ten this morning. Hopefully, this isn't because I'm unnerved about the fact that I don't know when the first day of High School starts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1181607423292735580-6738179657558401288?l=insertwittyremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/feeds/6738179657558401288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1181607423292735580&amp;postID=6738179657558401288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/6738179657558401288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/6738179657558401288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/2007/07/warning-possible-rant.html' title='Warning: Possible Rant'/><author><name>Silvia Callisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241993818441745719</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-1181607423292735580.post-5543558051436371492</id><published>2007-07-17T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T20:38:46.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sci-fi'/><title type='text'>Sci-Fi + Fantasy = Project: iNFiNiTY</title><content type='html'>Okay, first thing's first concerning this: Mom, Dad, for the record, I blame you. Mom, you got all five seasons of Babylon 5, and Dad, you made me grow up with Star Wars. The sci-fi aspect kicked into high gear. Fie be uponst you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Darn me for being a sucker for a good fantasy story. Darn me for liking sci-fi shows like B5. And darn me for having an overactive imagination. 'Cause then I start coming up with stories, and things kick into overdrive, and then...yeah. Actual writting. Possibility of turning this thing into a comic, actually, depending on how well I can make it. Now if I can actually keep this thing alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Project: iNFiNiTY takes place in the fantasy/sci-fi world of Espitreos, where elves and humans live in harmony with each other, save for the occasional racist that plays no significance to the story whatsoever. There are three types of magic classes: light, dark, and techno (the later being newer for rather obvious reasons). Mages with visions of grandeur and some loose screws in the head all had one dream - grasping a special blend of light and dark magic known as Dusk magic, holding a little bit more dark magic than light. Unfortunately, any and all attempts made by these mages ultimately wound up with one of three outcomes: a) the mage becoming even more insane than before, b) the mage ultimately killing themselves accidentally via too much of one type of magic or by comitting suicide (yes, I know, gruesome), or c) combination of both. For centuries, mages, both human and elf, continued to try and continued to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And then science came into play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The government of one country, Espion, needed to develop a weapon or soldier of some sort to protect themselves from possible attacks by other countries or outside forces such as rebels and exiles. Dusk magic was fabled to be the ultimate magic that a mage of any sort could wield, but due to the number of mages unsuccessful in actually training themselves to use it, the quite out-there theory came forth - if a mage can't be trained in Dusk magic, then they could make one straight from scratch. A team of mages and scientists were assembled, the best of the best, and the government approved of the idea. The project took up the name Project: iNFiNiTY due to the boundless ideas that they were exploring, and were based at a secret research facility in the small village of Shadedragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Fifteen years passed, filled with theories, tries, failures, and small steps towards achieving the goal of creating a Dusk mage. Prototypes, as predicted, died within days in order to test their knowledge and theories. And then, at long last, they finally succeeded. An infant child, a girl, was created using the signature of Dusk magic as a sort of basis for her DNA. Her brain seemed slightly more enhanced than the normal human or elf, and the magic itself was practically imbedded in her bloodstream. The young girl was given the name 'Infinity' after the project. However, an unknown threat was able to recieve word of the project, and the facility at Shadedragon was attacked within a week of Infinity's completeion. Many were killed, the facility destroyed. Few scientists and mages escaped. One of the scientists was able to smuggle the young infant out of the facility and reach the home of a married couple, friends of his, in the city of Shadowfield. He beseeched the child to them, asking them to raise her as if she was her own and to give her a different name than Infinity. He passed away saving the life of a child marked by fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Fifteen years later, a young girl by the name of Silvia Callisto finds herself caught in a plot for world domination by an insane light mage and the secrets of Project: iNFiNiTY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cast of Characters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Silvia Callisto &lt;/span&gt;- from the city of Shadowfield. Fifteen-year-old human fighter and final result of Project: iNFiNiTY. A confused girl trying to find out why she is capable of using Dusk magic when many mages couldn't, as well as her strange dreams of ancient places long forgotten in time. Uses a pair of guns and a sword in battle. Magic proficiency: Dusk. Signature spell: Twilight Trance. Signature ability: telepathy/mind-reading. Alignment: Chaotic Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aildra Paoshan &lt;/span&gt;- from the town of Foxwick. Thirteen-year-old half-elf mage dedicated to bringing justice to evil and sees the world in black and white. Annoys Silvia to no end with her anticts of delivering order to chaos. Magic proficency: Light. Signature spell: Lightbleed. Signature ability: photokinesis (manipulation of light). Alignment: Lawful Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tsiram Phizo - &lt;/span&gt;government agent from the city of Lightbarrow. Seventeen-year-old elf fighter assigned to find, gather information on, and 'secure' (read: capture) Project: iNFiNiTY and return it to the Espion government. Uses guns or swords in battle, not both at the same time (unlike Silvia). Magic proficiency: light. Signature spell: Pearlshot. Signature ability: hypnotism. Alignment: Lawful Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jali Ataev - &lt;/span&gt;Tsiram's best friend from the city of Havenvale, capital city of the country of Virilea. Sixteen-year-old elf mechanic willing to assist the party against the antagonist and Tsiram's assignment of finding Project: iNFiNiTY. Uses guns and his own inventions in battle. Magic proficency: Techno. Signature spell: Database Crasher. Signature ability: telekinesis. Alignment: Neutral Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iriad Shaevai - &lt;/span&gt;strange boy with prophetic visions from Aldash Moor, Virilea. Fourteen-year-old human rogue obsessed with finding the final result of Project: iNFiNiTY, believing that whatever it is will bring either world salvation or destruction. Uses throwing knives in battle. Magic Proficency: Dark. Signature spell: Shadow Slicer. Signature ability: precient dream. Alignment: Chaotic Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And I've decided to leave you in the dark about the villain because she doesn't even come in until much later in the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1181607423292735580-5543558051436371492?l=insertwittyremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/feeds/5543558051436371492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1181607423292735580&amp;postID=5543558051436371492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/5543558051436371492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/5543558051436371492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/2007/07/sci-fi-fantasy-project-infinity.html' title='Sci-Fi + Fantasy = Project: iNFiNiTY'/><author><name>Silvia Callisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241993818441745719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181607423292735580.post-1004065224650573909</id><published>2007-07-11T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T09:33:42.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl&apos;s camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Pearl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greenwood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transformers'/><title type='text'>I AM RISEN!</title><content type='html'>Okay, back from Greenwood and spending the week at Grandma Joan's cabin (woohoo!). And dang, I haven't updated since then...anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Saw the new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; movie on Friday when we went to Spokane, which I thought was really going to stink...but it didn't, which surprised me. Lotta action, lotta blasting, lots of things being blasted or smashed to bits...with a good storyline, too. It shocked me, that was for sure... especially the fact that I stayed in my seat the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Just got a call this morning from one of my fellow Young Women, who I'll call AF, for girl's camp - due to the fact that they were unsure if I was going or not, she said that I was in her tent, which has been named after the infamous Black Pearl. I think it's safe to say that it's pretty obvious precisely what I'm going to be packing for camp now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At World's End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was the first movie that kept me in my seat and quiet for near-three hours. No bathroom breaks at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So, now I've gotta pack for the 23rd of July for the week-long camp as a pirate. Mom's scared now. *grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1181607423292735580-1004065224650573909?l=insertwittyremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/feeds/1004065224650573909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1181607423292735580&amp;postID=1004065224650573909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/1004065224650573909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/1004065224650573909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-risen.html' title='I AM RISEN!'/><author><name>Silvia Callisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241993818441745719</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-1181607423292735580.post-5589866474265984206</id><published>2007-06-29T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T21:58:10.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double, Double, Toil and Trouble</title><content type='html'>(...ignore the title.) Two posts in a day? *shifty eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Okay...huzzah, set-up's done, we got out of Queen's Banquet faster than expected. Dona Nobis Pachem was really well done. Pastime With Good Company...sucked. No, really, it did. Completely MISSED the soprano note (and I know I didn't spell that right). Wound up with a bloody nose right afterwards (thank heaven for assistance from another Greenwood Player).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So tired... *KO*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1181607423292735580-5589866474265984206?l=insertwittyremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/feeds/5589866474265984206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1181607423292735580&amp;postID=5589866474265984206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/5589866474265984206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/5589866474265984206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/2007/06/double-double-toil-and-trouble.html' title='Double, Double, Toil and Trouble'/><author><name>Silvia Callisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241993818441745719</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-1181607423292735580.post-7664161267531645015</id><published>2007-06-29T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T09:24:19.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Set-Up (It's That Time of Year)</title><content type='html'>(Wow, I made it sound like a song title...must be too much Buffy the Vampire Slayer...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It's that time of year. The day after we deface public property and spend most of the day at the park putting together wooden booths and structures so that the faire may start tomorrow. And then there's Queen's Banquet tonight! Friends of the family are now here for faire. I'm going to have fun at set-up today. [/sarcasm] Not much time left - need to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    [singing] It's that time...of...year![/singing]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1181607423292735580-7664161267531645015?l=insertwittyremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/feeds/7664161267531645015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1181607423292735580&amp;postID=7664161267531645015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/7664161267531645015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/7664161267531645015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/2007/06/set-up-its-that-time-of-year.html' title='Set-Up (It&apos;s That Time of Year)'/><author><name>Silvia Callisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241993818441745719</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-1181607423292735580.post-6085846404622969380</id><published>2007-06-23T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T22:09:36.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minifaire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greenwood'/><title type='text'>And Then There Was GREEN</title><content type='html'>Eleven hours. Whoopee. Yeah, Dad already posted his blog message concerning the week-before-faire-minifaire. It's definately one week before Greenwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, basically, the week more or less went like this: clean, random stuff that I can't even remember, and my memory gets SHOT. BADLY. Wends/Thurs I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to go to a birthday party for one of my middle school friends, AR (not ARM), who I also happened to dra- I MEAN....introduce to Greenwood, only to have my brain once again use its 'stainless steel siv' function and basically completely loose the memory because I had what I call 'Greenwood shields' up - anything non-Greenwood related basically went in one ear and out the other. I didn't remember until Friday...where I had another birthday party to go to. Fortunately, since this one was in my e-mail, I REMEMBERED this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said friend, who I will call NK, made the note when I arrived at the door with her birthday present that I was the last one to call but the first one to arrive. Thus, she came to the conclusion that there was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; wrong. I made the remark that she was lucky that her invitation was able to get past the shields, since I had completely zoned concerning AR's party. Much fun to be had - due to last-minute shopping, all I got NK was a B&amp;N $20 gift card, but she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; liked that, since that meant she got to spend money on books (she loves reading as much as my family does). I even got to see another old friend from middle school who moved after seventh grade again! Unfortunately, both NK and said other friend are going to a different high school, but I have some good news: I saved a bunch of money on my - wait a sec, wrong line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real good news: I can still keep in touch with them now that I've got their e-mail addresses! *cheesy grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night also delivered proof that I am in full GREENWOOD mode - really weird Greenwood-oriented dream that involved a puzzle, hearing another one of the Greenwood members, and the completed puzzle having a bunch of green on it concerning mom in a green costume with a bunch of pine trees in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Random note - whoa, already this is my longest blog post to date.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minifaire - Much fun to be had as well, but mom and dad already covered that in their recent entries, and even proved that we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; do a faire two weekends in a row (sort of). Now, all I need to do now is remember to - Oh, look! A chicken!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1181607423292735580-6085846404622969380?l=insertwittyremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/feeds/6085846404622969380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1181607423292735580&amp;postID=6085846404622969380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/6085846404622969380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/6085846404622969380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-then-there-was-green.html' title='And Then There Was GREEN'/><author><name>Silvia Callisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241993818441745719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1181607423292735580.post-6458010753618171717</id><published>2007-06-21T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T10:50:06.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgment Day *shudder*</title><content type='html'>Wow, haven't posted for a good long while...sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we recieved the letter of judgment today. (Read: report card). Lowest grade was a C-. A couple of B+, and four A grades (one of them being an A-). Hopefully, I'll understand Algebra a lot better next year because most of it went over my head, bringing about the C-. I think it's safe to say that I am not a math person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I know I should do really well in English 1 &amp;amp; 2 in High School next year (I'm more of a literature person).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1181607423292735580-6458010753618171717?l=insertwittyremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/feeds/6458010753618171717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1181607423292735580&amp;postID=6458010753618171717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/6458010753618171717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/6458010753618171717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/2007/06/judgment-day-shudder.html' title='Judgment Day *shudder*'/><author><name>Silvia Callisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241993818441745719</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-1181607423292735580.post-4471725280659530427</id><published>2007-06-18T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T19:43:52.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality test'/><title type='text'>A Personality Test</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine, who will be known as JK here since I don't have his permission to use his name, informed me of this personality test, and so I decided to take it. It seemed like a good idea at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="background: rgb(238, 238, 238) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; color: black;" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="background: rgb(221, 221, 221) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; color: black;" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/extraversion.html" target="_blank"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/stability.html" target="_blank"&gt;Stability&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;60%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/orderliness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Orderliness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;13%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/accommodation.html" target="_blank"&gt;Accommodation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/interdependence.html" target="_blank"&gt;Interdependence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/intellectual.html" target="_blank"&gt;Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/mystical.html" target="_blank"&gt;Mystical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/artistic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Artistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/religious.html" target="_blank"&gt;Religious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hedonism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hedonism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/materialism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Materialism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/narcissism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Narcissism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/adventurousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/workethic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Work ethic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/selfabsorbed.html" target="_blank"&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/conflictseeking.html" target="_blank"&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/needtodominate.html" target="_blank"&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="background: rgb(221, 221, 221) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; color: black;" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/romantic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Romantic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/avoidant.html" target="_blank"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/antiauthority.html" target="_blank"&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/wealth.html" target="_blank"&gt;Wealth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/dependency.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dependency&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/changeaverse.html" target="_blank"&gt;Change averse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/cautiousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/individuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Individuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/sexuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/peterpancomplex.html" target="_blank"&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalsecurity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical security&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalfitness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical Fitness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;64%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/histrionic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/paranoia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/vanity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Vanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hypersensitivity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/indie.html" target="_blank"&gt;Indie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;45%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global-adv.html"&gt;Take Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not as introverted as I thought I was...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1181607423292735580-4471725280659530427?l=insertwittyremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/feeds/4471725280659530427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1181607423292735580&amp;postID=4471725280659530427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/4471725280659530427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/4471725280659530427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/2007/06/personality-test.html' title='A Personality Test'/><author><name>Silvia Callisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241993818441745719</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-1181607423292735580.post-3576454285022880608</id><published>2007-06-17T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T10:08:07.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shadows of Underentide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neverwinter Nights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hordes of the Underdark'/><title type='text'>Saturday's News on a Sunday</title><content type='html'>Yes, I still have a bit of writer's block. And by the way, Dad, I got the idea. I'm normally not one to keep journals, anyway, so maybe this will help. I don't need to be constantly...let's see here...badgered to post up some content on my blog. I know that both grandmas want to see more content, but just let me THINK for a second. (...Although I can't help but wonder if I speculate more than I wrtite... ...NAH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    (Completely random note: So there IS the ability to use the tab key on this one!) Anyway, let me see here...Saturday was work party, there wasn't much to do. It was mainly more painting and checking one of D's ideas, which worked! Finished the Shadows of Undrentide expansion on Neverwinter Nights... ...again. Started a game on Hordes of the Underdark again late last night, went to bed just a little after 11 (Being a teenager, I think that some people would expect me to stay up past 1 in the morning, eh?), woke up to the sound of either a sneeze or one of the characters in the movie Dad was watching yelling out a cuss word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    As for today... ...slow. And QUIET. I have not seen ARM at all this morning, but I do remember hearing him say "I'm awake" over and over. KOed after that. Mainly been online since nine, so of course things have been slow for me. And I'm completely out of ideas to put down, so I guess this wraps this post up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1181607423292735580-3576454285022880608?l=insertwittyremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/feeds/3576454285022880608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1181607423292735580&amp;postID=3576454285022880608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/3576454285022880608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/3576454285022880608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/2007/06/saturdays-news-on-sunday.html' title='Saturday&apos;s News on a Sunday'/><author><name>Silvia Callisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241993818441745719</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-1181607423292735580.post-8995196324225145440</id><published>2007-06-15T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T10:04:09.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car washing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radcon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writer&apos;s block'/><title type='text'>...Blog Title Says All</title><content type='html'>You know what I hate most? Writer's block. Especially when you have it during times like this. So! A blog. Mom can't believe that she and dad are actually allowing me to use one, but I find it useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need to know about me is that you may call me Kimberlyn, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kimber&lt;/span&gt;, or my user name of Silvia. First person who calls me Kim will most likely be informed he who is the world's oldest fourteen year old is already present with a blog of his own and will be directed there. And the first person who calls me Kimberly will also be informed that the name is a brand of toilet paper and that there is a distinct N at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the day, it involved the following: attempting to get my little brother off the computer so that way I could play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Neverwinter&lt;/span&gt; Nights, washing both the van and the truck, and the upcoming madrigal rehearsal which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REALLY &lt;/span&gt;cutting my time short. Maybe I should have made the first entry AFTER home fair... Mom started hers just before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Radcon&lt;/span&gt;, though, so this must be a tradition now. [/sarcasm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1181607423292735580-8995196324225145440?l=insertwittyremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/feeds/8995196324225145440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1181607423292735580&amp;postID=8995196324225145440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/8995196324225145440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1181607423292735580/posts/default/8995196324225145440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertwittyremark.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-title-says-all.html' title='...Blog Title Says All'/><author><name>Silvia Callisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241993818441745719</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></feed>
