<?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-3113943943676422204</id><updated>2011-09-19T07:30:04.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rantrantrant</title><subtitle type='html'>This is me ranting on my life and random stuff of my choice. Pretty exciting, I know.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-7270425325615429430</id><published>2011-08-01T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T12:16:31.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me something to die for.</title><content type='html'>The Sounds are a good band. I like them. And it's kinda nice that no one knows about them except my dad (ha, ha, I know I'm cool) so I don't have to hear their songs on the radio all the time and get sick of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this blog over a year ago!? Wow. It's hard to believe. I don't really know why I wanted a blog in the first place, except that I liked complaining about my life. And I still do; I've just learned to shut up sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, well, life has been... busy? The summer's going much faster than I anticipated. I guess I expected it to be long and relaxing, despite that my lovely parents always warn me "it's going to fly by, blah blah blah". I've done things - I just got back from Connecticut, NY, Canada, and a road trip through like eight other states, but I haven't really experienced any life changing events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't know why I'm posting. I'm procrastinating my APUSH homework (oh, yeah. It's the first summer I've ever had summer homework, and I have four subjects. Woohooooo.).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-7270425325615429430?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/7270425325615429430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2011/08/give-me-something-to-die-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/7270425325615429430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/7270425325615429430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2011/08/give-me-something-to-die-for.html' title='Give me something to die for.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-967367978832937973</id><published>2011-04-27T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:00:59.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What time is it? Springtime! Wait... no...</title><content type='html'>It's the twenty-seventh of April. Le vingt-sept avril. It's been legally spring for over five weeks now, and yet we still get snow and freezing rain. But I guess that's what you have to expect from Minnesota...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I haven't posted here in a while. That's most likely because my life's incredibly lame to everyone except me, so I have nothing to say. Ultimate frisbee's been going on for a month or so. I hadn't been able to play a game until yesterday, though, and... I just won't go into that experience. It was pretty much hypothermatizing. Oh stop, you stupid red squiggly line. Don't you tell me that's not a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably sound really brief and disorganized with my thoughts. That's pretty much how I feel! Stupid stress. I have a band audition tomorrow, which I'm absolutely terrified for, and a big project to present next week - which includes actually reading the book, and I'm not even halfway done. Ah, well. Sparknotes is my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH! That reminds me. Go to YouTube and look up livissocool13, my account. Then watch the first video. It's our newest parody. I'm kinda proud of it, even though it displays how painfully cool we are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I could go on, but I've decided to stop rambling so much. This "rant" theme is really failing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-967367978832937973?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/967367978832937973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-time-is-it-springtime-wait-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/967367978832937973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/967367978832937973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-time-is-it-springtime-wait-no.html' title='What time is it? Springtime! Wait... no...'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-5409660739761255974</id><published>2011-03-03T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T14:56:16.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Novel update, among other incredibly exciting things.</title><content type='html'>I probably mentioned this previously (though it's been a while since I wrote anything), but for Christmas my parents "hired" a friend to edit my novel. She's not a professional, but I can tell she'll be good. And she's getting paid for it, so that's always a quality booster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Monday I handed my manuscript off to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really only the first half - around 53,700 words. I spent about two hours reformatting it (it had... issues), then I double spaced the whole thing and spent another hour or so making sure the printer wasn't jank (my vocab word of the week). And it was, so I had to go through and reorganize quite a few of the 191 sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off topic. Sorry. Anyway, I stuck it into a big yellow envelope and gave it to my mom to give to the woman at her book club. Yeah, it's slightly more anticlimactic than "I thrust the manuscript at her, pages rain-stained and flapping around in the fierce wind, and as the pages into which I'd poured out my heart left my fingertips, I felt a little of myself leaving, never to return."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't know where I got that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. I'm refraining from finishing the second part until I receive feedback on the first, because I know for sure it'll need some major tune-ups. I may need to rework the plot and replot the second half in relation to that. I'm adding tiny bits onto it for now, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't catch on, the "among other incredibly exciting things" was major sarcasm. I'm not a really intense person - though I'm sure that's obvious. The ski season is over, which means I'm less busy, but also means I have nothing to do with myself in the afternoons. I'm not doing archery this spring, but ultimate frisbee. I'll be glad when that starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a pretty big snowstorm - over a foot - about a week and a half ago. Why God would send us so much white fluff from the heavens so close to spring, I don't know. (This past sentence was a joke... Also in case you didn't catch on.) Honestly, though, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize this is getting obnoxiously long and it's more of a messed up diary than something anyone would want to read, so I'll stop now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-5409660739761255974?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/5409660739761255974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2011/03/novel-update-among-other-incredibly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/5409660739761255974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/5409660739761255974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2011/03/novel-update-among-other-incredibly.html' title='Novel update, among other incredibly exciting things.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-2505120378659269306</id><published>2011-01-24T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T10:03:12.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plenty of inspiration... No motivation?</title><content type='html'>These past few weeks, I feel like I can't write ANYTHING. I have tons of ideas swirling around in my mind, but they won't solidify into stories. And the few that do won't translate onto paper (or, computer). Like, I sit down with a pen and paper, or a shiny new Word document, and my hands just don't know what to say. Am I out of practice? Or is it just a mood I have to get into? Sometimes I write a ton every day for weeks, and sometimes I don't at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to be stuck in this rut for much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my NaNo novel, it's still sitting in my computer's storage. Not for long, though! For Christmas my parents hired a family friend to edit it, so soon we're going to meet and I'll hand over my manuscript, and she'll, well, edit. I'm terrified to have my writing pulled apart like that, since I never have before, but I'm also super excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but the part I'll be giving her is only half. Honestly, I'm really conflicted (okay, I don't think that's the correct use of the word) about what to do, since I was only able to finish Part One during November. It's too short to stand as its own novel at 53000 words (about 212 pages in a real book) and has no resolution, but maybe if it gets extended in the rewrite, it could be Book One and the other could be a sequel? But what I'm leaning towards is (probably) cutting it down to 45,000 or less and having them be part one/part two in the same book. It'd be close to 400 pages that way, but I think it's better than the former. Still... Any opinions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the second half, well... It has potential to be written. I allowed myself a month break to just chill and enjoy the holidays, but my January writing month hasn't been successful. I wrote the first probably 800 words, but now I can't find the document so I'm starting over. Just a thousand by the end of today would be nice. I'm currently at about two hundred. The beginning's always the hardest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, hm... I don't have too many different notes. We finished the first semester of the school year. It's shocking how fast time is passing. It feels like the first week just finished. God, I miss those days, though. The beginning of school is always so exciting and fun, and now it just sucks. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been good for me to at least write this. It's more stimulating than watching that scary little fifteen-year-old midget sing on YouTube.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-2505120378659269306?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/2505120378659269306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2011/01/plenty-of-inspiration-no-motivation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/2505120378659269306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/2505120378659269306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2011/01/plenty-of-inspiration-no-motivation.html' title='Plenty of inspiration... No motivation?'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-1338571674982715127</id><published>2011-01-18T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T19:24:20.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while.</title><content type='html'>WOW. I actually completely forgot I had a blog! Although it's been less than (but close to) a month, I guess I've just been busy. The holidays are always crazy, and I've been skiing quite a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I despise skiing, and others I love it. I generally love the exhausted crazy bus rides back, and pasta parties, and hanging out with my friends, and... I dislike the actual skiing. Crazy how that works. Also, the coaches have been giving me an unnecessary amount of compliments lately about how I'm improving OH so much, but I honestly don't feel any better. Ha. They must just be going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spring I want to join a different sport. I've pretty much settled on one. Drumroll please... Archery! HAHA. You so weren't expecting that. Yes, it is extreeeemely nerdy and probably pointless and not necessarily physically exerting, but I have some friends who are doing it and it seems like a fun way to just chill. Plus, I've heard the teacher's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hm. I don't believe anything even mildly exciting has happened in my life since last post. Oh! I'm starting a band with my friends. Though I'll have to learn guitar before that takes off - and, you know, I'm really not sure it will at all. I still have a nonexistent love life, and a 4.0 GPA. Those two things seem to go hand in hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of the freaking cold. It needs to warm up already... Yet it's just getting colder. This week is supposed to hit the negative twenties, from what I've heard. Once New Year's has come and gone, I absolutely cannot stand snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. It's going to be a long winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-1338571674982715127?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/1338571674982715127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/1338571674982715127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/1338571674982715127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-6830449573649249552</id><published>2010-12-20T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T15:46:43.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank the dear almighty Lord for holiday cookies.</title><content type='html'>IT'S CHRISTMAS SEASON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we're pretty far into Christmas season, actually... five days till Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love presents and trees and cookies shaped like Santa. I don't care that I'm not even Christian - I'm celebrating it anyway, Jesus or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me, I was at a family Christmas thing last Saturday. I have a crazy religious great aunt who I just generally try to avoid. She actually made a cake that said "Happy Birthday!" and had a candle. I thought it was some distant relative's birthday, until she informed everyone that we were going to sing to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was sitting next to all these joyously singing old ladies and they were shoving music in front of my face, I had to pretend to sing along as well. Well, gee. Thanks for telling me we were going to have some fun, religious family caroling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really religious people bother me. I mean, I respect that you have your beliefs and all but can you keep them to yourself? Trying to convert me by saying I'm going to go to hell or whatever if I don't believe seriously doesn't work. Some people really need to shut the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the language. I don't actually care, though. And I'm sorry if you're one of those people... But I'm kinda opinionated. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I'm super duper tired. I think I'm going to go nap or stare at the wall or something. Yawwwwnnnnnn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-6830449573649249552?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/6830449573649249552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/12/many-many-holiday-cookies.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/6830449573649249552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/6830449573649249552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/12/many-many-holiday-cookies.html' title='Thank the dear almighty Lord for holiday cookies.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-1326905145971351734</id><published>2010-12-05T12:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T12:37:28.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I pretty much have no life.</title><content type='html'>NaNoWriMo is finished! My final word count was 53,663. Not great, I know, but at least I finished the goal and part one of my novel. Now, to start part two... I'm hoping to finish it by the end of January, knowing I'll have less motivation now that the month is over. And stuff gets crazy around Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was my November schedule: wake up. Go to school. Go to ski practice. Get home. Shower. Eat dinner. Do homework. Write if I had time. Sleep. And repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically have no free time. I spend ten hours a day away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's better than randomly browsing the internet watching crap on YouTube like I used to after school, but still... I wish practice was three days a week, not six. And my stupid teachers would stop giving us stupid projects. That would be helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I like complaining too much. It's just fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... on a better note. Actually, I can't think of any better notes, that just seemed like the thing to say. I'm excited for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, my life is like a crazy roller coaster of drama. Clearly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-1326905145971351734?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/1326905145971351734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-pretty-much-have-no-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/1326905145971351734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/1326905145971351734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-pretty-much-have-no-life.html' title='I pretty much have no life.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-3518779129081019845</id><published>2010-11-24T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T19:51:03.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to write something GOOD for once.</title><content type='html'>Recently I've been having lots of ideas. Generally, I don't think they totally suck. I just try to write stuff from them, and it turns out extremely sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect to write a masterpiece writing a novel in a month (36,500 words... almost caught up!), but this other stuff. Poetry, short stories, and songs I'm writing on the side. They. Are. All. SUCKING. Am I trying too hard? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, this probably sounds really stupid. I'm exhausteeeeeddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really updated much lately. I've been busy, since skiing started and we have practice six days a week. What with NaNoWriMo and homework, I have no free time. Today my sister asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I immediately responded, "a life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just not used to being busy. Still, that doesn't stop it from sucking. (I feel like I've said that a million times in this post...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is in two hours and ten minutes! I'm having a super exciting holiday of, drumroll please, going to Wisconsin and back! Over six hours in the car - maybe more if the weather's bad - in one day. Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm going to go. I literally wrote this post in about three minutes, and I'm too lazy to read over it or edit at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must. Write. More. Words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-3518779129081019845?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/3518779129081019845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-want-to-write-something-good-for-once.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/3518779129081019845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/3518779129081019845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-want-to-write-something-good-for-once.html' title='I want to write something GOOD for once.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-5828186235271073064</id><published>2010-11-11T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T18:46:05.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How does the electron transport chain use the high energy electrons from the Krebs cycle?</title><content type='html'>Does anyone know? If so, please enlighten me. I have absolutely no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't get this biology stuff. My teacher's great *cough*allmultiplechoicetests*cough*, but cellular respiration is just not my area of expertise. Well, I don't think I'll grow up and need to walk around informing people that "fermentation is the process by which my cells release energy in the absence of oxygen". And I don't think knowing how oxidative phosphorylation functions will help my novels get published, so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyy. I've been writing a novel. It's week two of NaNoWriMo (Day 11), and I have 23,223 words. I've only written like 3,000 in the past four days, since school makes me go insane, but I'm still ahead. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think I'll finish. I just (surprisingly) don't have as much time as last year, so I might cut it close. Sigh. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else feel like, whenever you have plans everyone else wants to make plans, but then when you're sitting at home eating stale marshmallows and watching Gilligan's Island no one's around? Well, this weekend is one of the busy ones, while last weekend was the marshmallow (though I was in Wisconsin). I won't go into detail, since my weekends are really not all that exciting, but... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really determined to actually edit and show some people my novel this year. I might have to be careful about who I let read it, though, because it's kind of controversial. Like, it has potential to offend about 75% (actually, I just made that number up) of the world. So, if you're monotheistic (unless you're really open to new ideas) or generally pretty religious, don't. But otherwise, let me know if you're interested in reading one of the early-ish drafts... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agh. I have to go. Geometry calls. In its annoying, whiny little voice. The textbook is taunting me from my backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios, amigos y otras personas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-5828186235271073064?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/5828186235271073064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-does-electron-transport-chain-use.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/5828186235271073064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/5828186235271073064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-does-electron-transport-chain-use.html' title='How does the electron transport chain use the high energy electrons from the Krebs cycle?'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-7039739564730117084</id><published>2010-10-24T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T07:11:58.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop</title><content type='html'>I'm going to do this because I found it on someone's blog and it seems fun :). Basically, you put your iPod on shuffle and whatever comes up are your answers. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "THIS IS OKAY" YOU SAY:&lt;br /&gt;Manos al Aire - Nelly Furtado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;Irreplaceable - Beyonce (awww, well isn't that... stuck up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY?&lt;br /&gt;Airplanes - B.o.B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Shawty Get Loose - Lil Mama (yeeeeeaaaahhhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Don't Stop Believin' - Journey (...that is just too perfect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Don't Need A Badge - The Randy Disher Project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;King of Anything - Sara Bareilles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;Boys Boys Boys - Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;She Will Be Loved - Maroon 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF A PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Love Affair - Alicia Keys (...WELL THEN...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Undisclosed Desires - Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;7 Things - Miley Cyrus (if only I knew what they were...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE A PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Fergalicious - Fergie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Growing Pains - La Roux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;I Told You I Was Freaky - Flight of the Conchords (I would, too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;Supermassive Black Hole - Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTERESTS?&lt;br /&gt;Typical - Mutemath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;Fences - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Everytime We Touch - Cascada (No. NO. NOOO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;Almost Lover - A Fine Frenzy (aww, that's really depressing actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;Meteor Shower - Owl City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;The Downfall Of Us All - A Day To Remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;Boom - Flight of the Conchords (it does, actually.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;(You're) Having My Baby - Glee Cast (o.0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Think About It - Emily Osment (not entirely true...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;No Boundaries - Adam Lambert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Brand New Day - Fireflight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;Poop - The Hairy Aureolas (welllllll.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Let's Do It (Let's Fall In Love) - Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU MOST OFTEN EXCLAIM?&lt;br /&gt;If I Never See Your Face Again - Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE IS PARADISE?&lt;br /&gt;Twilight Galaxy - Metric &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DID YOU FIRST SAY AS A BABY?&lt;br /&gt;Chu Chu Lovely Muni Muni Mura Mura Purin Purin Boron Nurururerorero - Maximum the Hormone (HAHAHAHAHAA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU HAD A PET, WHAT WOULD YOU NAME IT?&lt;br /&gt;Good Girl Gone Bad - Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SIGHT TO SEE?&lt;br /&gt;You're Not Sorry - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU GAG?&lt;br /&gt;Single Ladies - Beyonce &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOU BEST AT?&lt;br /&gt;Alone At The Drive-In Movie - Jim Jacobs &amp; Warren Casey (:'()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WROTE A BOOK, WHAT WOULD YOU CALL IT?&lt;br /&gt;Bottle It Up - Sara Bareilles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DID YOU WISH FOR LAST?&lt;br /&gt;5 Years Time - Noah And The Whale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD YOUR SUPERHERO NAME BE?&lt;br /&gt;Can't Be Tamed - Miley Cyrus (yeaaaaahhhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW SOON WILL THIS BE OVER?&lt;br /&gt;All The Right Moves - OneRepublic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE ARE YOU SITTING?&lt;br /&gt;Unbeautiful - Lesley Roy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU MOST HATE?&lt;br /&gt;My Heart - Paramore (God, that is amazingly accurate...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU MOST LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;Jar of Hearts - Christina Perri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR SECRET NAME?&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance - Paramoer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop - Landon Pigg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, this just shows me how crappy half my music is....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-7039739564730117084?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/7039739564730117084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/10/falling-in-love-at-coffee-shop.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/7039739564730117084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/7039739564730117084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/10/falling-in-love-at-coffee-shop.html' title='Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-7826379238580194161</id><published>2010-10-23T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T07:14:49.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo countdown: nine days!</title><content type='html'>So this month I've been planning for NaNoWriMo, and I am **SOOOO** excited. It starts in nine days, which freaks me out a little... I don't know how I'll ever have figured out what I need to in that time. But it usually seems to work out, so I'm hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween's in eight days. Yay? I'm not sure. I don't actually think I'll do anything but sit at home, eat a bag of Reese's, wave creepily through the window at little trick-or-treaters passing by, and watch lame horror movies. Maybe have a couple friends over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, it seems like high school is a little too old to dress up like something scawwwwwwy and run around begging for candy. They might start refusing me, or hand out condoms instead of candy.... 'Cause I totally need that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm trying not to ramble too much now. Adios...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-7826379238580194161?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/7826379238580194161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/10/nanowrimo-countdown-nine-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/7826379238580194161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/7826379238580194161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/10/nanowrimo-countdown-nine-days.html' title='NaNoWriMo countdown: nine days!'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-3891592562736146665</id><published>2010-10-09T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T14:08:54.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's stupid cold season. Also, I love Muse.</title><content type='html'>Suddenly everyone seems to be getting sick... I've had this terrible poopy cold for like a week, but my throat hurts soooo much I can't even sleep. Ugh. It's cold season again. Oh, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one probably cares, but Muse came to the Target Center last Tuesday, and Elle and I went to see them. Honestly, they are SO amazing. &lt;3 They're easily the best band/musician I've ever seen live. The performance was... dazzling. We've been kinda obsessed with Matt Bellamy since then, and are *cough* (actually, I have been coughing... maybe I should put those in every few words to make it realistic) sort of stalking him. Did you know he plays six instruments and his favorite color is gray and favorite food is fried zucchini and chocolate milkshakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. So anyway. If you happen to be on iTunes, look up Muse. I recommend Hysteria, Unnatural Selection, and Starlight (oh, and everything else)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHATTTT? NaNoWriMo starts in three weeks and two days. God, I am more excited than I should be. I'm working on planning my own, as well as this novella Izzy and I are going to write. If you haven't heard of it, NaNoWriMo stands for NAtional NOvel WRIting MOnth (get it?) which is the month of November. If you're under 13 you can sign up at ywp.nanowrimo.org, but if you're 13 or over you can use the main site: www.nanowrimo.org. Y'know, that's just in case someone who cares actually does read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-3891592562736146665?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/3891592562736146665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-stupid-cold-season-also-i-love-muse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/3891592562736146665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/3891592562736146665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-stupid-cold-season-also-i-love-muse.html' title='It&apos;s stupid cold season. Also, I love Muse.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-2701127791515989027</id><published>2010-10-01T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T21:40:06.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So yeah, I think Homecoming was pretty great...</title><content type='html'>This whole week has been crazy leading up to the game &amp; dance, with the dressing up and all that. I was afraid it was going to get canceled because the seniors and some other people were doing insane stuff - it did last year - but luckily nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pep fest was really fun. :) I got to play the school song, Louie Louie, YMCA, Smoke on the Water, and Funkytown (I play flute), even though the music situation was pretty awkward (not stands or anything). Then we went out to the football game, against Southwest, and at first I was all pumped even though it was raining and my flute was getting screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it stopped raining. I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we lost 56-22. Poop. By the end I was so freaking cold I didn't even care whether we won or lost or about anything except getting inside. Well, I didn't know we were supposed to bring a sweatshirt... I didn't get home till about 6:15, and had twenty minutes to get ready for the dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and three other girls went to Denny's to eat. That place sucks, but it's close to school. It took foreeeeeever for our food to come, and we eventually just paid and ran the five blocks to our school. It was dark by that time, and trying to run across the crowded streets in dresses and flats or heels was actually super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance was awesome. I requested Alejandro and they played it, but not till the end. I talked to some people I didn't know too well, but basically just hung with friends and stuff. Yeah. I like dances, even though I don't dance all that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not going to Sadies, though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-2701127791515989027?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/2701127791515989027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-yeah-i-think-homecoming-was-pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/2701127791515989027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/2701127791515989027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-yeah-i-think-homecoming-was-pretty.html' title='So yeah, I think Homecoming was pretty great...'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-7648678890873828098</id><published>2010-09-22T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T20:19:17.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brokeness. :(</title><content type='html'>I have three dollars and eleven cents. I wonder if I can file for bankruptcy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, though. I can't buy &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;. Okay, I have like $60 in the bank and I'm owed $57, but having just a few bucks in coins really sucks. Yes, I've spent about $350 in the past month. So? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I guess going to the state fair three times and buying a digital camera + accessories isn't exactly cheap. But still. It sucks. No one's asked me to babysit in over a month, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school is being... schoolish. They messed with my schedule, which means I get a new biology, social studies, and lunch. It's okay, I guess, but I kind of miss my old one and it's weird getting used to the new route around the school. Yeah, I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two weekends we've made two parody videos: The Only Exception (The Dollar Menu Song) and Can't Be Sane. If you haven't already seen them, it'd be awesome if you could look them up - my username's livissocool13 on YouTube. It'll be nice to have a break from filming/editing, though... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homecoming's in a week from Friday. Yayyy! I have to get my dress for the dance and buy the ticket, but I get in free to the game. Then, in mid-October there's Sadies, which... well... I think I'm giving up on going to. I just have no one to ask. Well, sucks for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm probably putting you [anyone who might possibly be reading this] to sleep right now, so I'll go to bed myself. Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-7648678890873828098?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/7648678890873828098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/09/brokeness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/7648678890873828098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/7648678890873828098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/09/brokeness.html' title='Brokeness. :('/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-7763539505364879454</id><published>2010-09-14T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T05:26:49.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't be SANE!</title><content type='html'>I gotta make this kinda quick since it's before school and I still have to get ready, but the video I mentioned in the post before is up! It's called Can't Be Sane and it's a Miley Cyrus parody (of Can't Be Tamed)! Gosh, we got sooo many weird looks making this. You can't always tell, but we were up on this little path above the main path and people kept looking up at us. Anyway, please watch it and send it to every single person you know bragging about how good it is. Kidding... sort of :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sioN-E0tHwA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sioN-E0tHwA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-7763539505364879454?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/7763539505364879454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-cant-be-sane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/7763539505364879454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/7763539505364879454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-cant-be-sane.html' title='I can&apos;t be SANE!'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-1527512269005751234</id><published>2010-09-10T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T14:37:10.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wings and fishnets and slutty clothes</title><content type='html'>The second week of school is DONE! Wow... amazing feeling. Well. Kind of. Except the two essays and geometry homework I have to do, but I'm just going to be happy for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Tomorrow two friends and I are going to make a  video we've been planning since June. I'm extremely excited :) It's kind of a secret till it comes out (except I've told people... but shhh), except it does involve the three things from the title. It might be pretttty easy to figure out from there. But who knows. Well, I better prepare myself to go out in public and hang out around a ton of people looking like a total freak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'll go to Sadie's. I'm really scared to ask a guy, but I kinda want to. My friend Julia and I are going to try to set each other up, but it's not really working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really trying to make this gay friend. Ya know, a GBF. I haven't actually, you know, TALKED to him but I've seen him a lot and am friends with him on Facebook. He's a proud gay. :) And he looks like Kurt Hummel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gotta go finish my wings. God. Sorry for being such a freak. Adios, blogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-1527512269005751234?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/1527512269005751234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/09/wings-and-fishnets-and-slutty-clothes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/1527512269005751234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/1527512269005751234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/09/wings-and-fishnets-and-slutty-clothes.html' title='Wings and fishnets and slutty clothes'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-8315924840261499861</id><published>2010-09-03T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T20:14:05.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First week... check!</title><content type='html'>I'm soo relieved. Finally I can stay up past ten and not worry about being exhausted in the morning! I get three whole amazing days of non-school. Well, I have homework in three subjects - two of which are projects - but it's not as bad as it will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the state fair. I've been twice already and I'm probably going for a third time on Monday (Labor Day), the last day it's open. Sadly, I have no one to go with who actually likes going on crazy rides. :( Am I so insane for wanting to go on this: http://images.publicradio.org/content/2008/08/21/20080821_slingshot_33.jpg ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really funny, though, there was this one I was on where I had to sit next to some random twenty-some dude I didn't know, since no one else would go on it with me. As soon as it started, he started freaking about how terrible this was and why had he ever gone on it in the first place? and he just wanted it to be over. It wasn't even that bad - I was screaming because it was super FUN. I was thinking, like, dude, you've got to be at least six years older than me. And you're a guy. Sure goes against the "girls are wimpy" stereotype. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will go do more pointless stuff until I fall asleep. On ne peut pas fabriquer la verite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-8315924840261499861?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/8315924840261499861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-week-check.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/8315924840261499861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/8315924840261499861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-week-check.html' title='First week... check!'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-8495066325407266059</id><published>2010-09-02T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T19:17:18.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School = Less Dramatic Than Expected...</title><content type='html'>So yeah. I started high school last Monday, and I've officially survived four days. God, I can NOT wait for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reallly nervous the first day. For some reason, it feels like forever ago. The school is way huger, there are a ton of older people, and the whole building is freezing! It hasn't been super boring, but it just hasn't been fun. I don't know, maybe I expected too much - obviously it isn't going to be one huge party. Still... It's so much less orderly, and... I don't know. I'll probably adjust soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird, I haven't seen half my friends at all since starting. With 2,000 kids, there are some people I'll NEVER end up seeing. I haven't really made new friends, either, which sucks. Well. I'll deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss summer already :( I want to go swimming and watch Buffy all day and make random crap videos. I don't want to write a five paragraph essay about ME for English or do a project for Social Studies on the country I "feel most connected to". Neither of which, by the way, I've bothered to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Guess my weekend won't be as relaxing as I hoped. I should just be glad I'm not in UMTYMP anymore... Not that Geometry is much more exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. Sorry about the bored, sad tone of this post. I'm just really tired. I have stuff to do before I go to bed, so... bye. I want to catch up on reading the  blogs I'm following that I've been too busy to keep up with, but that'll have to wait for tomorrow. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir! (Oh, and I'm taking French. Yay!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-8495066325407266059?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/8495066325407266059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/09/high-school-less-dramatic-than-expected.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/8495066325407266059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/8495066325407266059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/09/high-school-less-dramatic-than-expected.html' title='High School = Less Dramatic Than Expected...'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-7332283835613057501</id><published>2010-08-26T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T20:09:18.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffy, chocolate chips cookies, and the upcoming Wisconsin Dells trip make Olivia a very happy girl.</title><content type='html'>I'm in a slightly better mood today. I know what I'm going to write for NaNoWriMo, finally! And I went to the fair for the first time. It was pretty fun, but I'm exhausted so I didn't feel like going on rides. I'm going once, if not twice, again, though, so it'll be fine. :) My mom's going to call the 9th grade counselor at my school to try to get the schedule straightened out, and she's really nice so I think she can help. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously can't believe we start school in four days. Practically three. I'm leaving for Wisconsin Dells tomorrow at noon and I won't be back till Sunday evening *gulp* which is cutting it close, but at least we'll have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointless update no one cares about: I'm on Season 4, Episode 5 of Buffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I have like 82 hits on this... I mean, they're probably not all different people, but I have it set so it won't count the same IP twice within a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I really have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have about half my Twilight parody written. If anyone wants to read it, tell me... I'm looking for some feedback, even if it sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-7332283835613057501?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/7332283835613057501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/08/buffy-chocolate-chips-cookies-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/7332283835613057501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/7332283835613057501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/08/buffy-chocolate-chips-cookies-and.html' title='Buffy, chocolate chips cookies, and the upcoming Wisconsin Dells trip make Olivia a very happy girl.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-6045404394246034667</id><published>2010-08-25T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T18:14:31.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some days just suck.</title><content type='html'>Some days - like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to complain a lot, just a warning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my high school's open house. There was this program before it for freshmen, so I had to be in the stupid freezing (it. was. SO. cold.) building at 9am. The morning wasn't that bad, actually. I met some people, hung out with friends I hadn't seen in a while, learned about the building, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the actual open house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my old school's open house, there was this mock schedule thing where you go to all your classes and meet the teachers. There was also ice cream. Here, you get the schedule, and then it's a total free-for-all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the worst locker possible. It's on the third floor, tucked away in a corner that's pretty much at the worst place possible. Numerically, it's the fourth-to-last locker in the entire school. 2157. Then of course my first hour is on the first floor, RIGHT BY THE ENTRANCE. The inconvenience continues till sixth hour, which, oh, I don't actually have. They randomly assumed I was still in UMTYMP, even though I said I wasn't, so I have no math class. When we asked the people about it, they were super unhelpful and said they probably wouldn't get around to fixing that for a week or so. So I guess I'll just wander the halls sixth period until I get detention for not being in class. Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's just high school, though. I'm going to have to suck it up before Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been in a crappy mood in general the rest of today. Do you ever have those days where there's an almost tangible bad vibe in the air, where everything seems to go wrong for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-6045404394246034667?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/6045404394246034667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-days-just-suck.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/6045404394246034667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/6045404394246034667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-days-just-suck.html' title='Some days just suck.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-826186403393412265</id><published>2010-08-19T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T06:45:46.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams... and other pointless stuff...</title><content type='html'>So I have to babysit in twenty-two minutes and I thought I'd just type up a random post about my dreams and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been having some very strange dreams. (God, I sound like I'm writing a freakin essay for school.) Two nights ago there was this one about Danny, the evil counselor from camp who threw me in the water in my clothes and led to me getting boofed and my camera getting broken, died. I was looking through the newspaper when I saw it in the dream. Ironically, he drowned. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had random ones about some stories I've been writing and ideas that I keep forgetting when I wake up. Ugh, I have all these random ideas, but none of them are formulating themselves into an actual PLOT. I've never been this close to NaNoWriMo and not had my idea. (Okay, maybe I'm overreacting... there ARE almost 2 1/2 months. But still!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also last night, I had a dream that I WENT BACK TO UMTYMP. Except instead of doing Geometry first, I skipped straight to like, Math Analysis or Pre-Calc or something insane like that. The teacher was my old TA, Anne, who was nice but she started working out these crazily hard problems that everyone seemed to understand perfectly but me. Of course, I had NO IDEA what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Typical pre-school anxiety dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... pretty much everything exciting I summed up last post. Not much happens overnight... at all... really... my mind is totally blank... I really hope we don't have to do History Day again this year... even though it was kinda fun, in a weird way... Elijah McCoy was entertaining...&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I have eighteen minutes till I have to babysit. I think I'll stare blankly at the wall and dread it until I have to actually go. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-826186403393412265?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/826186403393412265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/08/dreams-and-other-pointless-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/826186403393412265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/826186403393412265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/08/dreams-and-other-pointless-stuff.html' title='Dreams... and other pointless stuff...'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-4602467934138298083</id><published>2010-08-18T19:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:15:00.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our time is running out, you can't push it underground, you can't stop it screaming out!</title><content type='html'>That's basically what I feel right now - minus some of the dramaticness (a word? doubt it) of the song. It just hit me, like.... oh my GOD we are starting school in TWELVE DAYS. Twelve. Three times four. Twenty-four divided by two. The square root of 144. A dozen. Two weeks minus two days. One week plus five days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you say it, it's still the same. All I can think is... OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and that reminds me. I'm realllly not looking forward to doing math again. Have I mentioned I despise math? Well, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't updated in like a week. Oh, what the heck, why am I apologizing? No one cares - in fact, everyone's probably elated. Am I missing the party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm talking Gilmore Girls-ish for some reason. I dee kay. Oh my God, I really did not just say that in my head. I'm going to use proper grammar and punctuation and spelling and NO abbreviations on here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... what is interesting in my life? Um. I got a haircut? Oh, how exciting. And my sister lost her phone. Ha, ha, ha. She's the kind of person who loses and/or breaks EVERYTHING, while I don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it pisses me off that even though she's ELEVEN I still have to play babysitter. I have a real babysitting job (another one) tomorrow for five hours and when she found out she started crying. Like, what? She's done babysitter's training herself - how is she expected to babysit when she can't even stay home alone? When I was her age, I was watching her everyday. Stupid younger children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Vampires Suck today! Well, there was a reason it was PG-13. It had a lot of swearing and, uh, stuff. More swearing than stuff, but still. It was worse than Twilight, but not really BAD, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mockingjay comes out in 6 days! I'm getting it Tuesday morning for sure (or afternoon... I'll hope my mom's home in the morning, or else I'll just have to bike to Barnes&amp;Noble). I have a bunch of crap predictions, but I have a feeling no one cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, this is getting longer than I thought. Well, adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-4602467934138298083?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/4602467934138298083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/08/our-time-is-running-out-you-cant-push.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/4602467934138298083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/4602467934138298083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/08/our-time-is-running-out-you-cant-push.html' title='Our time is running out, you can&apos;t push it underground, you can&apos;t stop it screaming out!'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-1543067810458456693</id><published>2010-08-12T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T18:29:01.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random crap that can't be summed up with an actual title</title><content type='html'>I don't have much to say here. Surprise, surprise. I think I'll just ramble until I think of something I actually want to talk about. This might be a long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and HI! I always feel rude when I don't say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reallly excited, 'cause this weekend I'm going to buy a new digital camera. I'll have at least $250 (after babysitting again tomorrow) and I'm hoping it'll be enough to buy me a non-crap one. See, I've had this one for two and a half years, but last week it kind of died. For good. It's had some issues before, but the last straw was probably being dropped in the water three times in one day. Hey, not totally my fault - I didn't ask to be thrown off the dock by Danny the evil camp counselor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else hate Drusilla from Buffy? I. Just. Freaking. HATE. Her!!!!!!!! Sorry for all the exclamation points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been reading the Mortal Instruments series (which is kinda Buffy-ish and I love it) and I'm on the third, City of Glass. I gotta say, it's really weirding me out. I mean, this whole thing with the stuff-I'm-not-going-to-say-here-cuz-it's-spoilers and... I'm a little disturbed. Euakaghslghghfkjflajkflsjflgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzy came up with some, uhm, lovely titles for my novel. "Mind Games?" Noooope. "Mind Your Thoughts"? Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh, no. That one makes me think of my grandma saying it to me at the dinner table, and as much as I love her unlimited supply of freshly baked cookies, that's not the mental image I'm going for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of getting a theme for the blog (or quitting it if it has no theme because honestly, no one wants to read about my life all the time), but idk what. Suggestions? No one? Okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-1543067810458456693?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/1543067810458456693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-crap-that-cant-be-summed-up-with.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/1543067810458456693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/1543067810458456693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-crap-that-cant-be-summed-up-with.html' title='Random crap that can&apos;t be summed up with an actual title'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-7257039520595564950</id><published>2010-08-11T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T08:16:57.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Novel Progress (Just in case anyone happens to care, even a little)</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm going to keep this post short, because I don't have much to talk about. What a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I hit 30,000 words in my novel! Whoo! It's not actually a *great* accomplishment, since it's only 120 pages in book form so far, but I'm glad to have gotten here. I really wanna finish this one before November (NaNoWriMo), though I don't know if that'll happen. I still don't have a title for it, which kinda sucks. I promised Izzy (my sister) ten bucks if she thought of one that wasn't awful, but so far nothing. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I don't have anything else to say, except that school starts in nineteen days. It's finally starting to hit me. I'm sooo nervous for high school! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, AAAAAND I have 57 hits. That's seventeen in three days. Probably a record, for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-7257039520595564950?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/7257039520595564950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/08/novel-progress-just-in-case-anyone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/7257039520595564950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/7257039520595564950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/08/novel-progress-just-in-case-anyone.html' title='Novel Progress (Just in case anyone happens to care, even a little)'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-7621505686565912133</id><published>2010-08-07T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T18:26:42.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je n'aimes pas ma realite. I'm back.</title><content type='html'>I know no one cares, but I'm back from vacation. It was sooo amazing! Seriously, the camp was beautiful, the activities were fun, there was so much to do. It was one of the best years up there. I could go into a lot of detail, but it's not all that exciting for people who weren't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. Yeah. I like being home - it's a relief to see Dottie and sleep in my bed and shower - but I also love being away, where you don't have to worry about the passing days or the reality that school is starting in three weeks from Tuesday. And that's where the title comes in. No, I wouldn't know the French if it wasn't for the song Poster of a Girl by Metric (listen to it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm getting wayy more boring here. It's just not all that exciting after a while to write about your life. I was never into the whole writing-down-your-every-feeling-in-a-diary sort of deal. But we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I'm going to check how many hits I have. First, I think I'll guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty-five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it doesn't sound THAT bad. I mean, thirty-five people? Except that thirty-four of them were probably me, messing with the site layout (which, by the way, will probably always suck, so deal with it). The other one? Hm... Maybe my sister. Or dad. Or some raaaandom forty-year-old pedophile living in his parents' basement who has nothing better to do than creep on teenage girls' pathetic blogs. Well, that makes me feel secure. Isn't there something where you can like, see what IPs have visited the site? Or not? Well, I don't exactly know anything about IPs anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. Woooooow. I got wayy sidetracked. Um. I got up at six-thirty this morning. That's my excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'll see how many I ACTUALLY have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygod. Forty. My first guess was the one I meant... right? Yup. Yes. I was right. Well, I guess now I can count on six random pedophiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely random note, I think the song Cooler Than Me by... well, who cares? is the STUPIDEST THING EVEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. I feel very passionate about this. Seriously, though, who would write a song about someone thinking they're cooler than someone else? Are we third graders? And how stupid is America that it actually got popular? Like, really popular? I think it's safe to say that the singer dude isn't cooler than very many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'mma go watch Buffy now (on Season 3, Episode 7! It's sooo good!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. Adios. Au revoir/Salut. Aloha (?).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-7621505686565912133?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/7621505686565912133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/08/je-naimes-pas-ma-realite-im-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/7621505686565912133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/7621505686565912133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/08/je-naimes-pas-ma-realite-im-back.html' title='Je n&apos;aimes pas ma realite. I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-5365319742157910465</id><published>2010-07-31T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T07:35:32.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye!</title><content type='html'>I hate that song. But yeah, this is kind of a 'bye' post, 'cause I'm going up to Camp du Nord (near Ely) for a week, starting at about 1pm today. Yayy! I love that place. But I will miss the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured out a few days ago that I ACTUALLY KIND OF LIKE LOST (the TV show). I've only seen 4 episodes, but it's interesting. I thought I hated it, lol. Not a favorite, but I think I might watch more. Sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God. Less than a month till school starts. I HATE being able to say that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... Hm. I have no idea what else to say. I don't have much time to actually rant on something, 'cause I have to finish packing. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TFQ0FhjaWeI/AAAAAAAAAXA/q5wtbbkhb5Y/s1600/39163_1403572291471_1297285407_31136269_7941905_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TFQ0FhjaWeI/AAAAAAAAAXA/q5wtbbkhb5Y/s320/39163_1403572291471_1297285407_31136269_7941905_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500078314437106146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TFQzz4aLsgI/AAAAAAAAAW4/pjN0i-Pq2Q8/s1600/39163_1403572291471_1297285407_31136269_7941905_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TFQzz4aLsgI/AAAAAAAAAW4/pjN0i-Pq2Q8/s320/39163_1403572291471_1297285407_31136269_7941905_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500078011334767106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I put that picture in right. At all. I might have put in two... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, isn't it CUUUUTE? Angel and Spike look like a perfect couple in this picture. They're like, looking at each other all lovingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm very strange. I'm a freak. But that's okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, yeah (I say that a lot). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited to go to this camp! It's pretty much the highlight of my summer ever year. The weather better be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, civilization! See you in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-5365319742157910465?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/5365319742157910465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/07/bye-bye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/5365319742157910465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/5365319742157910465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/07/bye-bye.html' title='Bye Bye!'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TFQ0FhjaWeI/AAAAAAAAAXA/q5wtbbkhb5Y/s72-c/39163_1403572291471_1297285407_31136269_7941905_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-7227699082630399709</id><published>2010-07-30T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T13:04:00.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One month.</title><content type='html'>Yo yo yo.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm typing this from my cell phone, so sorry if the grammar or punctuation is kinda messed up. I'm babysitting right now, and I probably seem like a horrible babysitter, but they've been playing Mario for the past hour so the kids don't really need much, well, babysitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished season 2 of  Buffy! Ahhh, so sad! :( But it was a good way to end the season, I think. I kind of already knew what was going to happen, but... yeah. Also, I took this screenshot where Angel and Spike are looking at each other all cute, lol. They'd be the perfect couple! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. Freaking. God. School starts in one month from today! I just realized that like half an hour ago and started freaking out! Nooo! I don't want to go back to school! This summer has gone insanely fast.  It CAN'T be almost August already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this might be my last post for a week. Depends if I feel like updating it tomorrow morning. And if I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I'm feeling really boring so I'll stop. Phone won't let me post more. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-7227699082630399709?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/7227699082630399709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/7227699082630399709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/7227699082630399709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-month.html' title='One month.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-8558311425284975029</id><published>2010-07-28T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:04:17.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple hair dye and other exciting stuff.</title><content type='html'>Hellloooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had quite a bit of caffeine today (and I really don't ever have caffeine, 'cause I don't like it much) soo I'll probably be a little talkative. Never mind the 'little'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, I dyed my hair today. No, not the whole thing... just streaks. I'm wayy too terrified to dye my whole head some crazy color. Yes, it's purple. :D Hopefully this will make my poop colored hair SLIGHTLY more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love purple. A lot. Looking around right now, I can see my purple-streaked hair, purple nails, purple laptop, purple blanket, purple brush, purple lamp, and purple room. That's just the part of my bedroom I can see from where I'm sitting. It's possibly kind of sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (meaning Elle, Rose, Izzy, and I) made a video both today and yesterday. Yesterday's was Misery Business, and you should watch it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DH6J94a_1rk :) My dad had to use our only real guy wig so we used this girl one.... that looks like a mullet. Hopefully you can't tell with the hat on. But yeah. It was still fun. It was extreeeeemely hot, though, so we kinda just cut it off before we died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today we made this one that I haven't finished editing yet. It's supposed to be a sort of commercial for Coke and Mentos... I'm not sure, exactly. First we went up to Reidy's Market to get two 2-liter bottles, but we drank one of them and the other exploded at the wrong time, so we sent Izzy and Rose back to get more (heh heh). Welllll, long story-ish but it turned out that Izzy got a total of like, half a big bottle of Coke poured on her head. Oh, it's always her. Teehee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to learn a little French before I start taking it in the fall, so I'm reading over this old notebook that has notes and stuff in it. All I've really learned so far is "Ou sont los toilettes?" (Did I even say that right?) which means 'where are the toilets?'. Well, at least it's useful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm leaving on Saturday for this camp, which I LOVE. Yay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now. Yup. Yuppers. Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Why do I always say my name at the end? I don't know...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-8558311425284975029?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/8558311425284975029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/07/purple-hair-dye-and-other-exciting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/8558311425284975029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/8558311425284975029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/07/purple-hair-dye-and-other-exciting.html' title='Purple hair dye and other exciting stuff.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-6384702125582041692</id><published>2010-07-26T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T21:01:08.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soooo.... yeah.</title><content type='html'>...I don't have much to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some blogs to check out (sorry if I put yours here and I didn't want it - I just want to advertise other peoples'):&lt;br /&gt;Izzy: http://izzy-meandmyboringlife.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;Maya: http://woot-myaveragelife.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;C.C: http://bara-no-uta.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;Elle (who will never go on it, but whatever): http://ohmylifeiscool.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;Gigi: http://yowhatupmypeeps.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Check them out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilmore Girls is the best TV show. Ever. I've seen the entire series twice plus the first season at least two more times and other parts of the series more, too. If you're a guy or you think it sounds girly, DON'T JUDGE IT BEFORE YOU SEE IT! I know guys who like it. It's not really that girly, or fake (I mean, it's not REAL, clearly, but it's not one of those annoying fake drama shows like Desperate Housewives where all they do is fight and have affairs and get pregnant. No offense, fans.) and it's hilarious! Don't even get me started on funny parts, because... I couldn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. Watch it. No pressure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I LOVE Buffy the Vampire Slayer! I'm only on Season 2, but it's still one of my current favorite shows. I like the whole classic vampire, "i'm going to killllll you!" thing wayyy more than the "omg i'm sparkly! i love you soooo much but we can't be together" kinda scenario. I just saw this shirt today that said "And then Buffy staked Edward. The end" and I want it. Really, really badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if that offended any Twilight fans or anything. Didn't mean to bash it - I have nothing against Twilight (usually... okay, that's a lie. I DID enjoy Eclipse, though!) - but... yeah. That was one of those super awkward sentences where I'm trying to get my point across and I feel like I should say something more but I can't think of anything so I just end it with an awkward 'but....yeah'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Kay, I think I'll go to bed or find something else to do. I'm starting to get rambly, and I'm also starting to think up really lame poetry. I do that a lot when I'm tired. It's an annoying habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo.... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-6384702125582041692?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/6384702125582041692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/07/soooo-yeah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/6384702125582041692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/6384702125582041692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/07/soooo-yeah.html' title='Soooo.... yeah.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-7368473813882090036</id><published>2010-07-25T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T13:47:35.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darling, you are the only inception.</title><content type='html'>I just saw Ineption for the second time, and it was just as good - no, better! There's a lot of stuff in the beginning that you wouldn't get unless you'd already seen it, so I was like "yessss" while everyone else was like "whaaat?" LOVE that movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pretend that Inception up there has a c in it. My laptop is messed up, so whenever I misspell something and go back to correct it, it won't insert a letter but has to replace one. So unless I want to retype the whole paragraph - and I'm wayyy too lazy - there'll be a letter missing somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, now I'm paranoid someone went in and invaded my dreams and stole the idea for my 2008 NaNoWriMo novel, because it was extreeeeemely similar to Mal's (however you'd spell her name) story. In fact, I actually had thought of the idea of inception before. Hm. But I'm really glad someone put it to better use than my, uhm, *cough* LOVELY novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized it's kind of strange I got the idea for the novel I mentioned above (the one kinda like Inception) almost exactly two years ago today. It was July 23, 2008. Coincidence? Well, yeah, obviously. Don't ask how I remember the date, either - I'm kind of a freak like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Only Exception (the song) is getting popular! Noooo! I know it's a pointless thing to be annoyed about, but I just hate it when good music gets popular. No offense to anyone out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I have twelve hits now. That makes me kind of happy. Ha, ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-7368473813882090036?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/7368473813882090036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/07/darling-you-are-only-inception.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/7368473813882090036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/7368473813882090036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/07/darling-you-are-only-inception.html' title='Darling, you are the only inception.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-6854356412336691452</id><published>2010-07-24T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T19:57:26.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So now I feel good about myself.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired now, even though it's (surprise, surprise) not at all late. Again. Well, I went to bed at 5am last night and only got about five hours of sleep, so I actually have an excuse this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love summer. I don't think I've ever been this tan. I didn't know it was possible, since I'm usually a nasty pale vampire (I don't mean that in a good way... I'm not attracted to sickly white sparkly skin. No thank you, Edward Cullen). Of course, I'm not exactly TAN tan, but still. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Today, about twenty minutes after I got home from the sleepover, I went to see this... I'm not even sure what it's called. Some sort of festival, or something? over in St. Paul. Basically, people have put a ton of time and effort into making these little machine contraption things made out of who-knows-what, and then they push them off this cliff-ish thing about thirty feet high and see how far they go before hitting the water. Most of them fail. Horribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One DID actually break the world record. Of course, I happened to be inside the science museum while it happened, stuffing my face with scone, so I didn't actually see it. But I did see where it was in the water, and it was realllly far out. The whole thing has a name, but I totally forget what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I feel like these past two paragraphs have been extremely boring. I'll shut up about my oh-so-exciting day and change the subject before you die of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, about the title. I just wrote this long email to McDonald's (which I despise, but that's not the point) about how the little paper things on their trays are totally pointless and waste a lot of resources, etc etc etc. I'm not sure if I actually have a point about that, but it was something I noticed a couple weeks ago. Now I feel all happy that I'm being all environmental-y and trying to save trees while putting down McDonald's. Even if my e-mail will get thrown into the junk pile along with all the rest of the innocent fourteen-year-old girls who don't like their greasy fries. Well, I think I'll just enjoy the I'm-helping-the-earth! feeling for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually not ranting as much as I thought I would, in general. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have a question. Am I failing epically at this whole blogging thing? 'Cause I honestly have no idea. I don't really read blogs much. At all. So I don't know how I'm supposed to talk or what I'm supposed to say - I'm basically just typing whatever crap comes into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe soon I'll realize this is totally pointless since it'll never go anywhere and totally forget my blog. I should probably stop thinking like this. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of any non-awkward ways to close a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-6854356412336691452?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/6854356412336691452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-now-i-feel-good-about-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/6854356412336691452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/6854356412336691452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-now-i-feel-good-about-myself.html' title='So now I feel good about myself.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-6252551149123280750</id><published>2010-07-22T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T21:16:07.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Official Rant?</title><content type='html'>Hello again, to everyone who is reading this blog, which is probably no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got a page hit counter or whatever they're called. It's at the bottom, and it's tiny. I think it says the cute little number three, because that's the pathetic amount of people who have opened this page since I put it in five hours ago. I'm guessing they are 1) me, 2) my sister, 3) some random internet stalker. Yay. I can tell this page is going to be a hit (no pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Usually I rant about things I feel strongly about, and tonight I experienced something I feel very strongly about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. God. NO. I did not mean to sound like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just get to the point here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned in the last post that I was going to see Inception again tonight. Well, we get to the theater and realize it's sold out. Yay. We thought about seeing either the 9:50 one, but our parents did NOT want to pick us up at half past midnight. I don't really blame them, but we were still pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to see this lovely movie called The Sorcerer's Apprentice. It's rated PG, which is a pretty quick indication that it's not going to be some deep, intense thriller like Inception. Plus, the theater is almost empty. Which is unusual for the one we went to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen this movie? Well, to put it simply... it freaking SUCKED. Part of it was that it had Nicolas Cage, who I'm not a huge fan of, (Could be that he always, ALWAYS frowns. And wash your hair, dude!) It was really a total cliched, predictable, boy-who-discovers-his-powers-and-doesn't-realize-them-until-he-has-to-save-the-world-from-evil-people-who-have-no-motive-except-they-randomly-want-to-destroy-everything kind of movie. The acting was bad, the jokes were bad, the plot was bad. Blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess it had SOME pluses (is it plusses? gosh, this is annoying me). For one, I haven't laughed so hard in weeks. I spent literally half the movie having a laughing fit over Nicolas Cage's strange facial expressions and attempt to look cool while doing dorky magic tricks. Maybe he thinks long curly hair and a dramatic black cloak look cool, but they really do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was just one lame joke after another. Not a single person in the theater was laughing, except for me - and that was for all the wrong reasons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fun thing about it was that I decided partway through to start saying "that's what she said!" after pretty much every line, whether they made sense or not. Some of them were actually hilarious, but I'm not going to post them (I kind of want to keep it clean, plus they might be the you-had-to-be-there ones and then I'll just sound stupid). Really, try doing it sometime (I MEAN, SAYING THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID AFTER EVERYTHING! NOOOOOO!). I think we (mostly me) seriously pissed off the people behind us with all our chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might rant more about this later. But I'm really, really tired now, even though it's still early. I didn't realize until now that I use parentheses pretty much ALL THE TIME. I guess that's an indication of how much my thoughts get cut off into random ones, haha. Sometimes by the time I type something, I've forgotten what I want to say next. Smart little me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I never want to see Planet of the Apes. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding. I don't say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-6252551149123280750?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/6252551149123280750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-official-rant.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/6252551149123280750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/6252551149123280750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-official-rant.html' title='First Official Rant?'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-631758899150848608</id><published>2010-07-22T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T15:59:59.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My feet hurt.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love summer. I really do. I'd totally rather be sitting inside doing nothing than sitting inside doing nothing but pretending to listen to the teacher. It's just... my feet hurt. Sorry to complain - I have nothing else to rant about. I've been walking pretty much everywhere the past couple weeks, and my feet are annoyingly prone to blisters. It's a curse. So it's been kinda painful for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last post I think I mentioned dog walking for the neighbors. Yeah, so they have a dog, Belle, who we have - I mean GET - to walk for a few weeks. She's super cute, but has a ton of energy so the walks are 45 min-1hr each. Yippee. Which isn't so bad when it's nice out, but when it's muddy and you're wearing flipflops... Fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. I just realized that it's a Thursday and 5:52 and anytime this past school year I would be sitting in UMTYMP, suffering, waiting for that day's class could be over. And now I'm relaxing in my room, typing this on my cute purple laptop that I got (partly as a reward for all my hard work IN the program, haha) and all I can think is... Haha, former self. You suffered. And now I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random rant over. I'm not sure I made any sense there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a strange addiction to Vitamin Water. Seriously. It is my favorite drink ever and I would have it every day if I could. I would drink it every MEAL if I could. Every HOUR. Every MINUTE. Every SECOND... Okay, never mind. There was absolutely no point to that statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty happy right now. I made $46 today, and tomorrow I'll get paid the $50 for dog walking this whole week. :) And I have a sleepover tomorrow, too. Which reminds me, I should really catch up on sleep. Like that'll happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about an hour I'm going to see Inception again with my friend. I saw it a few nights ago and it was sooo good. Confusing, but good. It actually reminded me of some stuff I've written before, but mine was crap so it doesn't bother me like it usually would (the whole my-idea's-already-been-done thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and listen to 5 Years Time by Noah and the Whale if you haven't heard it. Awesome song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-631758899150848608?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/631758899150848608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-feet-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/631758899150848608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/631758899150848608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-feet-hurt.html' title='My feet hurt.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-2182656528335802086</id><published>2010-07-21T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T20:33:50.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Number Two! Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>Yes, we decided to post again. We're just really bored here, and we actually do enjoy talking to ourself. It IS kind of awkward, though, talking to no one in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can not stop talking in the collective person (or whatever you'd call it)! Ahhhh! D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopping now. Hopefully. I just read Anthem by Ayn Rand, which was realllllly good and interesting, but it makes me want to say "we" instead of "I". It's set in the future, where people are taught that they are nothing as individuals, and the only way anything could ever work was for them to act as a group. Which sounds great, sure, like "we're all in this together! whoo high school musical!" but it's really not. It's basically about finding that individuality is really important and that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. In the, what, two hours? Since I posted last... nothing has happened. You can tell I have a pretty exciting life, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be fun. Dog walking (I'm doing it for the neighbors, who can't for a while), then babysitting, then babysitting fifteen minutes after that. Actually, I don't mind babysitting - the kids are usually cute, and I get money &gt;:]. But sometimes you just... don't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm trying really hard not to use too many smileys. Usually I overuse them and put one in basically every sentence, but I'm going to try to break that habit. I mean, I can put emotion into words... right? I have a confession: I think I might have OSD - obsessive smiley disorder. :) :) :). Just kidding about those. Pretend they aren't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea if I'm doing this whole blogging thing right. I'm pretty much just saying what's on my mind. I get really chatty when I'm tired, especially at night (it's only 10:33 here, but still) so I think I'll go ahead and shut myself up before I write a novel about my feelings on smiley faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya. Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-2182656528335802086?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/2182656528335802086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/07/post-number-two-woohoo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/2182656528335802086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/2182656528335802086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/07/post-number-two-woohoo.html' title='Post Number Two! Woohoo!'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113943943676422204.post-6158587771354262644</id><published>2010-07-21T18:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T18:11:46.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>Hey! I just got this blog, and I'm not sure exactly what I'm supposed to do on it. But I like ranting about random stuff, soo I kinda thought this would be fun. :) I have absolutely no idea if I will update it a lot, or ever, or what, so... we'll just have to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Yes. Introducing myself. I'm Olivia. I'm 14, and I live in Minnesota. Don't ask for my personal info or anything, 'cause that's creepy. My first name, age, and state are as specific as I'm going to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I don't really care if you care what I'm saying. I'm just weird like that. I think I'll tell you a little about myself, 'cause nothing is popping into my head to rant about. I have a sister named Izzy. She's 11, and she just made a blog too. In fact, she's sitting eight feet away from me, updating it. If you ever read this, Izzy, I'M WATCHING YOU AT THIS VERY MOMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be creepy or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looooove writing. Short stories, poetry, songs, random crap that I write at 2am that makes no sense, but my favorites are novels. Right now I'm writing one. I think I might possibly tell you about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and I'm very shy about my writing. I hardly let anyone see anything I write, unless they begbegbeg me. So don't really expect me to be posting stuff much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly outgoing in real life until you get to know me, so it's sort of weird knowing people will be reading this. Actually, I take that back. I highly doubt anyone will ever read this. I might possibly forget about it by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll just have to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bye for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113943943676422204-6158587771354262644?l=rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/6158587771354262644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/6158587771354262644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113943943676422204/posts/default/6158587771354262644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantrantrantyeah.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>Olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338931282896536788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9GXmZvREho/TEhgE-U9TwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ScTTix_2P0A/S220/AintNOuse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
