<?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-6202234080113913231</id><updated>2011-10-01T09:50:17.833-07:00</updated><category term='test'/><category term='flu school ugh'/><category term='music'/><category term='sister'/><category term='phone'/><title type='text'>In the Sunshine</title><subtitle type='html'>The blog entries of a lactose-intolerant, albino, curly-haired teenager.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202234080113913231/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beckii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948688744834663758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202234080113913231.post-5543315113730584236</id><published>2010-09-18T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T07:12:30.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quirks</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Before you read this post, I would like to point out that I am a reasonably sane person. I attend school, I work at a job, and I shower occasionally. ;) But, there are some little quirks about me that I was thinking about yesterday in Teacher Cadets when I should have been doing who knows what and I thought I would share them with you because I know you're all dying to know. ( run-on sentence ftw! )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;strong&gt;I love mustard&lt;/strong&gt;. No really, I LOVE LOVE LOVE mustard. I realize that this is weird because most people hate it but I am mustard's #1 fan. I will eat it on almost anything including but not limited to pancakes, toast, cheerios, etc. If given the ultimatum that I had to eat something for all eternity, it would be cherrios and mustard, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;I love shoes&lt;/strong&gt;, but not wearing them. Seriously, I have about 13410234898 pairs that I adore and hoard every day, but I never where. Why? Because I like to go barefoot. If I could, I would never where shoes again, but my high school gets rather snippy when I do that and prefers me to wear the establishment's curse. Although, I do consent to wearing shoes in public restrooms. I am not fond of having pee on my feet. I realize it's wasteful for me to have so many shoes I don't wear and I should probably donate them but I won't because I'm a bad person and the shoe police are going to come get me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;I sniff my towels&lt;/strong&gt;. This makes me sound like a creeper, but I'm paranoid that when I use a towel, it's not clean. For some reason, I rationalize that sniffing said towel will alert me as to whether it is safe to use. However, I do have plausible reason to do this because it is a habit of my sister to use our full fluffy towels to wipe her hands on when she has gotten something on them and then to leave them on the pile as if they are clean. I had to discover this the hard way when I was toweling off after a shower and ended up with a streak of what I believe to be snot all the way down my arm. -shiver- Dx So, can you really blame me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is getting too long so I'm going to stop here for now. Tag&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;to anyone who wants to do this or just leave me a comment telling me one of your quirks that makes you a weirdo, haha. D;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202234080113913231-5543315113730584236?l=bakabeckii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/feeds/5543315113730584236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/2010/09/quirks.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202234080113913231/posts/default/5543315113730584236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202234080113913231/posts/default/5543315113730584236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/2010/09/quirks.html' title='Quirks'/><author><name>Beckii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948688744834663758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202234080113913231.post-2094201904366634440</id><published>2010-09-07T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T18:25:29.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Me.</title><content type='html'>So guys, it's senior year. I should be happy, right? But I'm not. I don't know why, but I've just been sort of MEH lately. I know, I know. This sounds like another emo complaining blog but it's true. I've been kind of down as of late and I'm not sure as to the reason. Maybe it's because I'm starting to realize that this is my last year as a teenager without worries in the pretty easy world of high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I shouldn't feel intimidated, right? I've already been accepted to a private college in my state and I have recieved funding to pay for about 95% of all the expenses of going four years there. My SAT scores are excellent, I'm in the top 10, and my GPA is nearly perfect. ( I realize this sounds like bragging, but it's not, I promise. D: ) But I still feel like I'm missing something, like there's some key peice to this that I haven't fit in yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LULZ, philosophical rant of mine. But yeah, that's pretty much what's been going on with me lately. I'm still working at McDonald's and I have a new car now, but no liscense. My dad still doubts my driving ability and demands that I get more practice first. However, I have ridden with &lt;a href="http://blog.intherain.net/"&gt;Trisha&lt;/a&gt; and if she can do it, I can. ( I won't divuldge stories of her driving, LOL ) Actually, she's not that horrible. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202234080113913231-2094201904366634440?l=bakabeckii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/feeds/2094201904366634440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/2010/09/stupid-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202234080113913231/posts/default/2094201904366634440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202234080113913231/posts/default/2094201904366634440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/2010/09/stupid-me.html' title='Stupid Me.'/><author><name>Beckii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948688744834663758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202234080113913231.post-4083208518563282160</id><published>2010-05-05T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T14:57:52.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Usual</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uR5d888gfvk/S-HombnnUkI/AAAAAAAAACk/7zwqi4wB7XA/s1600/prom+post.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467907169551077954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uR5d888gfvk/S-HombnnUkI/AAAAAAAAACk/7zwqi4wB7XA/s320/prom+post.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( I'm the second from the left and next to me is Trish )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys! It's been a while, I know. I'll give you a quick update on my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm still working at McDonalds. Yes, the job sucks but it pays okay. I've got about $600 saved up right now from working 5 months. I would have more but I have this problem called shopperitis and I will buy anything that has a price tag. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my junior year so it's been stressful. We have to do a graduation project before we can graduate and it has to be on something we can learn from. Originally, I was going to do something relating to teaching because that's my career choice. However, I already knew too much about that so it came down to finding something else. That something else turned out to be organic gardening. So, here I am. I'm currently growing onions, strawberries, lettuce, and peppers. The lettuce and strawberries have already started in harvest. The lettuce is delicious! There's just something so satisfying about growing your own food. And, it's healthy too. No preservatives = best way to eat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did go to prom and it was pretty good for my junior year. I went with &lt;a href="http://www.intherain.net/"&gt;Trish&lt;/a&gt; and a group of my other friends from high school so it turned out to be a big girls night. No boy! I'm enjoying the single life which consists of not having to worry about taking care of another person, haha. ( I had a &lt;strong&gt;short &lt;/strong&gt;fling earlier this year that didn't work out.) Honestly, I'm not motivated to take care of another person unless I really like them. I need to work on this, but I don't really see how to do that. :/&lt;/p&gt;Over all, I'm just focusing on finishing this year out right. School and clubs keep me really busy so that I don't have a lot of time to worry about anything else. I still write, and you can head on over to deviantart if you want to check out my stuff. The username is &lt;a href="http://bakabeckii.deviantart.com/"&gt;bakabeckii&lt;/a&gt;. I have some writings and other stuff there. It's elementary but I'm working to improve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now! I want to put a post up soon on my favorite things from this year as in products, food, music, etc. So, keep an eye out for that. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202234080113913231-4083208518563282160?l=bakabeckii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/feeds/4083208518563282160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/2010/05/usual.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202234080113913231/posts/default/4083208518563282160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202234080113913231/posts/default/4083208518563282160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/2010/05/usual.html' title='The Usual'/><author><name>Beckii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948688744834663758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uR5d888gfvk/S-HombnnUkI/AAAAAAAAACk/7zwqi4wB7XA/s72-c/prom+post.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202234080113913231.post-5226872638206230553</id><published>2009-09-21T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:27:51.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flu school ugh'/><title type='text'>I'm alive!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I did sort of die. In truth, I've been so busy with school that I haven't even thought about my blog. So, consider me to be taking a sort of hiatus this year. I might still post occasionally, but they'll be far and sparse in between. In other news, I went to the doctor today because I've been sick with flu symptoms and they think I might have swine flu. I tested negative, but the results are only 40% accurate and the doctor thinks I have it. I really hope not, because I can't miss a lot of school and I don't want to be behind. ( Pre-Cal is hard enough when I'm &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; class. ) I absolutely hate sitting at home with nothing to do, just waiting for my next assignment. Already, my room feels like it's closing in on me. xD So, cross your fingers that I get better soon, and can get back in school.&lt;br /&gt;     I also found out that I'm captain again along with another friend of a club this year. This was some good news this week. Unfortunately, now I'm sick and I can't attend meetings. I'm hoping that everyone will do their responsibilities without me having to be there to remind them. I'm confident that my fellow captain will take care of it though. Classes are normal, besides Pre-Cal being a bother. I wish math was as easy to me as English or History is. My other three classes are mostly easy.&lt;br /&gt;     I almost forgot about the stress of Pre-Cal this past weekend at a friend's sweet sixteen. It was fun, even though I'm absolutely horrible at dancing. Unfortunately, either I made her sick, or she made me sick because we're now both sick even though we were both fine at the party.&lt;br /&gt;    In other words, everything's pretty much the same, besides the fact that I've contracted a sickness again. Post a comment and tell me how your year is going for you. I feel like I've been out of the loop forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202234080113913231-5226872638206230553?l=bakabeckii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/feeds/5226872638206230553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-alive.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202234080113913231/posts/default/5226872638206230553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202234080113913231/posts/default/5226872638206230553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive!'/><author><name>Beckii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948688744834663758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202234080113913231.post-7272213540816967419</id><published>2009-08-09T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T10:06:14.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uR5d888gfvk/Sn8BBtin7oI/AAAAAAAAACY/N32YkgF6UXM/s1600-h/100_1363%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368010409765236354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uR5d888gfvk/Sn8BBtin7oI/AAAAAAAAACY/N32YkgF6UXM/s320/100_1363%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Egg Roll and Rice - Trish's Order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uR5d888gfvk/Sn8AoQza10I/AAAAAAAAACQ/F5YVuaETmwI/s1600-h/100_1362%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368009972554323778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uR5d888gfvk/Sn8AoQza10I/AAAAAAAAACQ/F5YVuaETmwI/s320/100_1362%5B2%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yaki Tori, or whatever it is that Trish had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uR5d888gfvk/Sn7-dfpwIuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tXtY22GfbtE/s1600-h/100_1364%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368007588538491618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uR5d888gfvk/Sn7-dfpwIuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tXtY22GfbtE/s320/100_1364%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I don't know if I already mentioned this or not, but I &lt;strong&gt;love &lt;/strong&gt;Asian food. Whether or not this has to do with the fact that I like cute Asian manga characters, we will never know. Regardless, I was super excited to be able to take my best friend Trish there this last week. &lt;strong&gt;( Obviously I cannot hold still for a sensible picture or two, explaining the blur. )&lt;/strong&gt; I had Beef Yaki Soba and an egg roll and if I'm correct, she had Yaki Tori?, rice, and an egg roll. The place we went is small and located in the middle of nowhere next to a gas station. It actually kind of looks like a place where you might be shot. However, it's actually my favorite place to go when I'm in the mood for something yummy and for a good price, too! The only annoying thing is, the owners seem to always have this television mounted by the wall on, and the volume is kind of a bother. Still, I think it's a good trade for the food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;** I suck at blogging/coding in general, so the pictures are in a weird order. Apologies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what's your favorite Asian food to have? Drop me a comment and answer!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202234080113913231-7272213540816967419?l=bakabeckii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/feeds/7272213540816967419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/2009/08/yum.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202234080113913231/posts/default/7272213540816967419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202234080113913231/posts/default/7272213540816967419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/2009/08/yum.html' title='Yum!'/><author><name>Beckii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948688744834663758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uR5d888gfvk/Sn8BBtin7oI/AAAAAAAAACY/N32YkgF6UXM/s72-c/100_1363%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202234080113913231.post-9060512032706983097</id><published>2009-07-30T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:08:04.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><title type='text'>Phones.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.pupe.ameba.jp/image/item/l/KwrNkxMYSrSw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img.pupe.ameba.jp/image/item/l/KwrNkxMYSrSw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the last week, I've come so close to smashing my phone against the wall that I'm actually frightened of myself. Why? Because phones just annoy me, especially mine and people that call it. For starters, my phone is alive. I just know it is. xD Every single time I turn it off, it magically turns back on . How, I don't know. And so, I am forced to put it on silent and charge it every night. Though my phone is supposedly supposed to be on silent, it's never actually silent. I don't get what the people who were making my phone thought "silent" meant, but it does not mean the obnoxious buzzing noise that comes on every time I get a text/notice/whatever. I was reminded of this last night, when somone texted me at 2:37 in the morning, eliciting the now all-too-familiar "BRRRRRRRRRFFFFF" nosie from my phone. I shot up in bed, hitting my skull on my headboard in the process. You would think that becaue I sleep through thunderstorms, I would sleep through my phone. But, no. I'm weird like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I know some of you are going to comment and say "PUT IT IN ANOTHER ROOM." I will explain why I do not. Because my phone is so obnoxious, I have tried that. Still, I hear the faint sounds of the buzzing at night. Instead, I usually plug it into the charger and then stick my phone in my sock drawer in an attempt to muffle it. The sound is best muted this way, though sometimes I wake up when I am texted more than 3 times in a row. Yes, my friends do that. What they could possibly be doing at 2:37 in the morning that they need to tell me about, I do not know. But, this is how the conversation usually goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OBNOXIOUS SENDER:&lt;/strong&gt; hey!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: -____- ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OBNOXIOUS SENDER&lt;/strong&gt;: heyyyyy!!! r u up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: Now I am, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OBNOXIOUS SENDER:&lt;/strong&gt; lololol haha sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OBNOXIOUS SENDER&lt;/strong&gt;: hokay ill text u l8tr lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: /stuffs phone in sock drawer angrily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems no matter how many times I tell people that I do try and sleep at night, they still text me repeatedly. I attribute it to the fact that I don't yell at them enough about it. But, I'm currently behind on sleep now and if anyone texts me tonight, I swear I'll find them and beat them over the head with my phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, now that I've had my complain blog, tell me about your phone. Am I the &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; one who this happens to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202234080113913231-9060512032706983097?l=bakabeckii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/feeds/9060512032706983097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/2009/07/phones.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202234080113913231/posts/default/9060512032706983097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202234080113913231/posts/default/9060512032706983097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/2009/07/phones.html' title='Phones.'/><author><name>Beckii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948688744834663758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202234080113913231.post-5835410030935192355</id><published>2009-07-26T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:01:45.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><title type='text'>Oh, my wonderful family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uR5d888gfvk/Smy8NIt9XSI/AAAAAAAAABo/_dQH6mbEWWk/s1600-h/Blog+post+pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362868190155988258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uR5d888gfvk/Smy8NIt9XSI/AAAAAAAAABo/_dQH6mbEWWk/s400/Blog+post+pic2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** Names are not mentioned/faces are whited out to maintain myself and my sibling's privacy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so &lt;strong&gt;Trish&lt;/strong&gt; just posted a blog about her younger brother, Chris. So, being in traditional copycat fashion, I'm posting a blog about my sibling. Thanks for the idea Trish! ;D Obviously, I've posted a picture on the right of her and myself before a past dance. I'm the blonde, and she's the not blonde. Aha. First of all, my sister and I are very close in age. (Incase you can't already tell by our heights.) We are a little over a year apart and so we really grew up together like best friends. Growing up, I always had someone to play with, due to the fact that my sister always loved the same things as me at that age. Wether it was arguing over who got to be the pink power ranger, or most often who got to play with the ken doll, we spent a lot of time together, as we still do. Actually, we were often mistaken as twins as we grew up. My sister had several growth spurts and actually eventually grew taller than me though I was older. However, before this, we were the same height at a young age. People used to stop my mom and tell her she had cute twins. ( My mother dressed us in the same outfits, but mine was usually in yellow, hers in purple. ) This fact probably didn't help with dispelling the twin rumor. Anyway, we look almost nothing alike now that we're older. Most often, people think we have different mothers or fathers. Just like our different looks, my sister and I have very different personalities. She is very aware of what she is wearing/fashion/etc. She likes to make sure she looks nice most of the time. I, on the other hand, am not as aware, as I'd put it. If it's comfortable and cute enough, I wear it. I don't like fussy clothing with ruffles/whatever. My sister is also more into the high polished look. She likes things that you would see on a fashionable business lady, like on that show What Not to Wear. I like jeans and hippie-ish clothing. I'm happy in a soft t-shirt and jeans with chuck taylors, or something plaid and relaxed. I do wear dresses and girly shirts, but not as often as my sister. Also, my sister is very motivated/competitive. She strives to get perfect grades/etc. and does as many activities at once as she can. ( I think she overextends herself sometimes. ) But, she's top of her class, so in the end I suppose it's good. I am not near as competitive. I strive to get good grades and to make honor roll/whatever, and I do, but I don't like to compete with others for grades or anything else for that matter. While my sister is competitive, she is not very outspoken. She is well liked among her friends as the more sensible/fun one, who is not as likely to get into trouble. She doesn't outwardly express any anger most of the time, and sometimes lacks in her self confidence. I'm the opposite. I sometimes have too much confidence, bordering on pride. I'm outspoken among my friends and I like to state my opinion. I'm very stubborn. If I have a problem with somebody, I tell them and get it solved. My sister is very good in math and science. She understands numbers and formulas very well and always gets A+ in those classes. I usually get an A or B+ in math and science, because I have problems with numbers/whatever. Instead, I like history and English better. I use my left side of the brain - the creative side, in comparison to kelsey, who uses her right side of the brain - the logical side.  Together, we balance each other out, and I think we bring out the best in each other most of the time. Other times, we do fight. It's unavoidable. If we're fighting, it's usually over an article of clothing because we're almost the same size, or for the computer, for which we both have the same social sites. Sometimes, I almost feel like she is my twin. It's almost creepy, because we have finished each other's sentences at times.  Regardless, I love her as my sister and my first ever best friend, since 1994. It's comforting to know that I'll always have someone my age to come home to and talk about issues with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that I've ranted for too long about my sibling, I want you to tell me about &lt;strong&gt;yours.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;( Minus Trish, haha. I already read your blog. :P )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202234080113913231-5835410030935192355?l=bakabeckii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/feeds/5835410030935192355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-my-wonderful-family.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202234080113913231/posts/default/5835410030935192355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202234080113913231/posts/default/5835410030935192355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-my-wonderful-family.html' title='Oh, my wonderful family.'/><author><name>Beckii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948688744834663758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uR5d888gfvk/Smy8NIt9XSI/AAAAAAAAABo/_dQH6mbEWWk/s72-c/Blog+post+pic2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202234080113913231.post-7589634947983368730</id><published>2009-07-18T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:56:57.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Music.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj174/niallvose/cagetheelephant300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj174/niallvose/cagetheelephant300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Favorite just found band:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CAGE THE ELEPHANT &lt;/em&gt;was introduced to me by a friend on a recent youth group trip. Spending hours in the car had to lead to some kind of music need, eh? Well, I don't have much faith in alternative, though I do listen to a little bit of it. But this band surprised me. I was a little skeptical at first when I heard the throaty sound, but then I really started to get into it. More so, I liked the lyrics and most of the messages they conveyed. After all, having a good sound and good words are hard to find nowadays. I know they've been out a while, but I can honestly say that I had never heard of them outside of their name mentioned offhand. Now, I know they're becoming more popular, and I'm grateful because I'm tired of having the same songs repeated on the radio all the time. &lt;em&gt;Cage the Elephant &lt;/em&gt;is a breath of fresh air in all of the boybands turned pop/emo rock-ish? that are taking the scene and shoving everyone else more or less out of the top 40 spotlight. Instead of having an over-used few guitar notes and a sudden drum introduction, &lt;em&gt;Cage the Elephant &lt;/em&gt;starts off with some twangy notes and a developing beat. It's just something that makes you stop and listen, because you know it's going to be more than one verse and a repeated chorus involving one favored word over and over again. So, I hope you check them out. I promise that they're worth listening to. &lt;strong&gt;5/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;em&gt; I'm aware that this is totally random. So, tell me what band if any that you've discovered recently and found that you liked. If you don't have one, just introduce me to your favorite band. I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; to hear new music. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202234080113913231-7589634947983368730?l=bakabeckii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/feeds/7589634947983368730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/2009/07/music.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202234080113913231/posts/default/7589634947983368730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202234080113913231/posts/default/7589634947983368730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/2009/07/music.html' title='Music.'/><author><name>Beckii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948688744834663758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202234080113913231.post-8867592924463210371</id><published>2009-07-06T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:07:24.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pranks</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1MFXvz9DlWg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1MFXvz9DlWg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, assuming you just watched the video before reading this, you probably get the prank. Lately, I've randomly started to search prank videos on youtube because I'm in the mood to pull one myself. I'm not sure what I'd like to do, but I definitely know I want to pull one on my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this video hilarious because I'm cruel in the way that I love to see children cry. Just kidding! My dad recieved that prank in an email and pulled it on me. I think it's safe to say that he got me. I jumped about a &lt;strong&gt;foot&lt;/strong&gt; in the air, hitting the tops of my thighs on the table our desktop rests on, resulting in a horizontal bruise. Ah, well. At least now I have a cool story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD Anyway, I was wondering if any of you have cool ideas for pranks. What kind of pranks have you pulled? Who'd you pull them on and why? I would &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; to know. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202234080113913231-8867592924463210371?l=bakabeckii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/feeds/8867592924463210371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/2009/07/pranks.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202234080113913231/posts/default/8867592924463210371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202234080113913231/posts/default/8867592924463210371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/2009/07/pranks.html' title='Pranks'/><author><name>Beckii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948688744834663758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202234080113913231.post-882955080993805076</id><published>2009-07-02T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T10:27:54.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Peeves and other nonsense</title><content type='html'>Well, looks like Trish went and made me a new blog while I was gone. She must have really missed me, eh? ;) Well, I don't know if my other blog is linked on here somewhere, but I'll still be posting there as well. ( You'll just have to listen to my life complaints on two blogs now, ha!) My other blog is &lt;a href="http://www.bakabeckii.webs.com/"&gt;http://www.bakabeckii.webs.com&lt;/a&gt; and I'm no good at all at posting on time, as you can see my largely spaced out blogs on there. Perhaps this one will be different? Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Because I have nothing better to do, I thought I'd share something with you while I was at it. I'm being terribly unoriginal by doing this, but to hell with it! I'm going to list to all of you my pet peeves, and explain them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Large people in small clothes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: I'm going to sound like a bitch saying this, but whatever. I'm so tired of seeing large people, ( mostly women to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt; of my entire sex ) in small shorts and shirts, usually made out of some kind of spandex material. I mean, I have no problem with large people. Hell, America's comprised of large people! But, really, do you have to try and squeeze into that size 1 tube top and subject the rest of the world to muffins galore &amp;amp; more? I don't think so. It's just cruel, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. People who have no idea what they're talking about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: It's sad that I have to say that most of the people with this problem that I have come across are &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;12 and under, though they should be with their maturity levels. No! Lately, everyone I have met with this problem is within the age range of 16 -24. It's almost &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; to call them my peers. We all have this sort of person. You know, they're the person that walks up to you at a party when you're having a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; with someone else and they just butt in, saying "Yeah, yeah. I read that. Shakespeare, right?" Then, you're just like. "No, actually that was Jane Austen." Then they're like, "Oh, well maybe she did a redo of his book." Then, you stare at them as if you can't really believe they're saying such nonsense before saying once more "No. It was Jane Austen." Then, they frown at you as if you've gravely insulted them. This is an actual &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; encounter that I was subjected to within the last month, no joke. Why do people act like they know everything, and then when they're caught in the act, keep trying to pull it off? I'll never understand this. So, the next time that person comes up to talk to me and says something like that, I'm walking away. I really just can't stand it, especially when it involves authors. ( I'll never come down off my high horse, thank you. ;o )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, maybe in the end I have a problem with people, or I'm just not tolerant enough. But, these are my pet peeves, whether they make me look like a bitch or not. So, I want to know what &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; pet peeves are, and why. Got something more annoying then mine? Post it here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beckii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - I realize this is not a very "sunny" post for my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sunshiney&lt;/span&gt; blog. Ah, well. Blame it on me being on the rag again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202234080113913231-882955080993805076?l=bakabeckii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/feeds/882955080993805076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/2009/07/pet-peeves-and-other-nonsense.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202234080113913231/posts/default/882955080993805076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202234080113913231/posts/default/882955080993805076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/2009/07/pet-peeves-and-other-nonsense.html' title='Pet Peeves and other nonsense'/><author><name>Beckii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948688744834663758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202234080113913231.post-8048110347220303325</id><published>2009-06-21T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T08:45:15.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><title type='text'>Here You Go, Beckii</title><content type='html'>Hello.  I'm Trish from &lt;a href="http://intherain.net"&gt;In the Rain&lt;/a&gt; and I happen to be Beckii's online and offline best friend.  She's on vacation now, so I decided to switch her site from Freewebs to Blogger.  (Because Freewebs sucks.)  Since she can't really code, I've decided to tweak a template on here for her.  (She picked out the colors, too.)  This is mostly a test post, just so I can try out the CSS crap.  Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202234080113913231-8048110347220303325?l=bakabeckii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/feeds/8048110347220303325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-you-go-beckii.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202234080113913231/posts/default/8048110347220303325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202234080113913231/posts/default/8048110347220303325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakabeckii.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-you-go-beckii.html' title='Here You Go, Beckii'/><author><name>Beckii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948688744834663758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
