<?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-10653975</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:39:56.544-08:00</updated><category term='rats'/><category term='ib'/><category term='tutoring'/><category term='life in review'/><category term='homework'/><category term='animals'/><category term='day in review'/><category term='news'/><category term='weekends'/><category term='crime'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='movies'/><category term='sports'/><category term='unhappiness'/><category term='happyness'/><category term='fun'/><category term='school'/><category term='football'/><category term='cute'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='recommendations'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>peanutBrittle: random ravings of a confused mind</title><subtitle type='html'>the story of my life....documented by a beautiful queen (me) and displayed for the reading pleasure of all whom i don't know</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826616544854264729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqdApxXzmS8/TlLfTdRBWbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/A55B4gr6JNY/s220/DSCN4370.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653975.post-8630057552223707932</id><published>2008-04-15T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T19:52:39.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unhappiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyness'/><title type='text'>a list</title><content type='html'>don't ask what it's for, i'm not telling. suffice to say it's for me, for something i want to do for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andres&lt;br /&gt;kevin&lt;br /&gt;adrienne&lt;br /&gt;arion&lt;br /&gt;rose&lt;br /&gt;anika&lt;br /&gt;darlene&lt;br /&gt;steph k&lt;br /&gt;amber&lt;br /&gt;lyssa&lt;br /&gt;william&lt;br /&gt;allen&lt;br /&gt;megan&lt;br /&gt;jessey&lt;br /&gt;alan&lt;br /&gt;rix&lt;br /&gt;enrique&lt;br /&gt;mai&lt;br /&gt;kat&lt;br /&gt;marie&lt;br /&gt;eve&lt;br /&gt;caitlin&lt;br /&gt;colin&lt;br /&gt;jolly&lt;br /&gt;derek&lt;br /&gt;shannon&lt;br /&gt;emily&lt;br /&gt;kyla&lt;br /&gt;hanna&lt;br /&gt;brooks&lt;br /&gt;shelley&lt;br /&gt;riley&lt;br /&gt;steven&lt;br /&gt;emily g&lt;br /&gt;rachel&lt;br /&gt;kiku&lt;br /&gt;elliott&lt;br /&gt;ka'i&lt;br /&gt;serena&lt;br /&gt;merry&lt;br /&gt;mikko&lt;br /&gt;jyoti&lt;br /&gt;margaret&lt;br /&gt;david c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653975-8630057552223707932?l=queenrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/8630057552223707932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/8630057552223707932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/2008/04/list.html' title='a list'/><author><name>rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826616544854264729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqdApxXzmS8/TlLfTdRBWbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/A55B4gr6JNY/s220/DSCN4370.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653975.post-1698932178340588260</id><published>2008-02-19T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T23:58:36.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ib'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyness'/><title type='text'>midwintah braeke!</title><content type='html'>wow, i've been getting sidetracked a lot lately. SO MUCH TO DO! lessee, for my own sake, howzabout a "to do" list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean computer desk (file papers, organize junk)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean homework/corner desk (find homes for art supplies, remove unnecessary distractions)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean out file cabinet...WAY full (get rid of excess junk, box "to save" stuff for the attic)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean room (tidy under bathroom sink, put away clothes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean pile-o-junk by the door (clothes to hamper, hang jackets and scarves, find homes, etc.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;...there's never enough time to do all that, all my homework, prep-for-college research/self-recruiting/selecting, AND the various fun things that are critical to my well being. ah, well, i suppose i'll just have to work as hard as i can and pray for summer to hurry up and get here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653975-1698932178340588260?l=queenrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/feeds/1698932178340588260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10653975&amp;postID=1698932178340588260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/1698932178340588260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/1698932178340588260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/2008/02/midwintah-braeke.html' title='midwintah braeke!'/><author><name>rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826616544854264729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqdApxXzmS8/TlLfTdRBWbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/A55B4gr6JNY/s220/DSCN4370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653975.post-5821234395967152479</id><published>2008-02-03T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:28:37.776-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ib'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyness'/><title type='text'>i have insomnia, therefore ib.</title><content type='html'>it's a little strange, but i'm actually starting this semester much more on top of things, despite my maniacal teachers' willful homework-giving. it's very satisfying. the most worrisome classes are english and social studies. english, where i feel like i'm the only person that's freaked out that we have to present in a few days and we're not ready; social studies where three different assignments are pending at any given time, including internal assessments that're killer, for all their rumored "simplicity." biology is deceptively easy, with ecology being the dumbest unit ever (i did it back in mrs. stewart's 10th grade class, as a freshman), and with a sub that is, well, sub-par. fortunately, according to natalie, bio is much easier (and somewhat more interesting) senior year. physics is FINALLY getting to be more fun, but is also getting harder. sooooo many equations!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653975-5821234395967152479?l=queenrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5821234395967152479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10653975&amp;postID=5821234395967152479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/5821234395967152479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/5821234395967152479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-insomnia-therefore-ib.html' title='i have insomnia, therefore ib.'/><author><name>rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826616544854264729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqdApxXzmS8/TlLfTdRBWbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/A55B4gr6JNY/s220/DSCN4370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653975.post-7519023300143544964</id><published>2008-02-01T22:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:25:12.466-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unhappiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>you know, friends...</title><content type='html'>can really be a hassle sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they're (mostly) worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653975-7519023300143544964?l=queenrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/feeds/7519023300143544964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10653975&amp;postID=7519023300143544964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/7519023300143544964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/7519023300143544964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-know-friends.html' title='you know, friends...'/><author><name>rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826616544854264729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqdApxXzmS8/TlLfTdRBWbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/A55B4gr6JNY/s220/DSCN4370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653975.post-8200637696693391033</id><published>2008-01-28T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:06:05.561-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>cuteoverload.com</title><content type='html'>ooooer, it occurs to me that y'all may not be yet acquainted with the wonders of cute overload. the name is quite self-descriptive, but i'll give you a few examples to spur your imagination and inspire frequent viewings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2131/2205170275_26a4c81c98.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2131/2205170275_26a4c81c98.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2384/2069711106_2b8cc7cdda.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2384/2069711106_2b8cc7cdda.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mfrost.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/08/rattatooeh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://mfrost.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/08/rattatooeh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW CAN YOU RESIST THAT???&lt;/span&gt; say it after me: &lt;a href="http://www.cuteoverload.com"&gt;Cute Overload Rox My Sox!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653975-8200637696693391033?l=queenrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/feeds/8200637696693391033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10653975&amp;postID=8200637696693391033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/8200637696693391033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/8200637696693391033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/2008/01/cuteoverloadcom.html' title='cuteoverload.com'/><author><name>rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826616544854264729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqdApxXzmS8/TlLfTdRBWbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/A55B4gr6JNY/s220/DSCN4370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653975.post-5576941927731574142</id><published>2008-01-28T19:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:00:22.450-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recommendations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><title type='text'>juno</title><content type='html'>just got home. i did all my homework and worked out for an hour (to the dumbest 80s workout video you can imagine...i'm not sure if it was originally made for desperate bachelors or phone sex, but it sure as hell wasn't a serious workout), so mom took me to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;juno&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a magnificent movie. seriously, it was wonderful. surprising, heartfelt, and not at all cheesy - A+. my cinemaphilic rating places it with other "must have" movies, such as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amelie&lt;/span&gt; (an incredibly sweet french film from a few years ago), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the blues brothers&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moulin rouge&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the dinner game&lt;/span&gt;(another fantastic french movie), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pan's labyrinth&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;run lola run&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lock stock and two smoking barrels&lt;/span&gt;. mrs. luce wasn't kidding - she said it was so great, even her husband liked it. (note: good date movie!)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653975-5576941927731574142?l=queenrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5576941927731574142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10653975&amp;postID=5576941927731574142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/5576941927731574142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/5576941927731574142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/2008/01/juno.html' title='juno'/><author><name>rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826616544854264729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqdApxXzmS8/TlLfTdRBWbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/A55B4gr6JNY/s220/DSCN4370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653975.post-2502655566510493286</id><published>2008-01-28T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T01:02:42.644-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><title type='text'>football is appalling</title><content type='html'>did anyone read the seattle times article about jerramy stevens? that's fucking disturbing. seriously, i don't have time to express all my feelings about it (check back tomorrow morning after i read the second part), but OH MY GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653975-2502655566510493286?l=queenrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/feeds/2502655566510493286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10653975&amp;postID=2502655566510493286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/2502655566510493286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/2502655566510493286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/2008/01/football-is-appalling.html' title='football is appalling'/><author><name>rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826616544854264729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqdApxXzmS8/TlLfTdRBWbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/A55B4gr6JNY/s220/DSCN4370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653975.post-2753396838870159776</id><published>2008-01-27T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T00:11:34.238-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tutoring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><title type='text'>restart</title><content type='html'>wow. eets been a looooooong time. it's sort of refreshing to put thoughts to paper, in a manner of speaking, so here's my day in review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. woke up at 8:15 for 9 am tutoring appt...alicia didn't get here 'til 9:30. i'm impressed i stayed conscious. (that reminds me, need new CAS form) - general question...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;does anyone have an old core textbook i could use?&lt;/span&gt; purple i'm pretty sure - i breathe the math alicia is having trouble with, so i worry i'm not explaining it well enough. i really want to help her out. seriously, i love that kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2. dad decided that the downstairs should be cleaned from last night's party. don't get me wrong, "not-tolo" was hella fun, but my downstairs was TRASHED. boy do i love having a vacuum system, though - different attachments sucked up everything from popcorn to unidentified brown and white floor coatings (thought to be eggshells). i may need a break from being the party house. perhaps every-other party could be here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3. i'd love to say that i then dove right into my homework, but i totally went back to sleep. slept 'til 3...it was magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4. spent the evening cleaning my desk, organizing my computer, creating a spreadsheet for all my passwords (i'm so forgetful), and stripping and remaking my bed. for those who don't know, i have a loft bed, so changing the sheets is, in fact, work worthy of mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should probably get back to work - mom said if i cleaned my desk (again, a massive feat) and finished my homework, she'd take me to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;juno &lt;/span&gt;tomorrow(no school)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653975-2753396838870159776?l=queenrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/feeds/2753396838870159776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10653975&amp;postID=2753396838870159776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/2753396838870159776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/2753396838870159776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/2008/01/restart.html' title='restart'/><author><name>rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826616544854264729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqdApxXzmS8/TlLfTdRBWbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/A55B4gr6JNY/s220/DSCN4370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653975.post-111947769616369298</id><published>2005-06-22T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T15:01:36.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ughhh......</title><content type='html'>im gonna be ill.................sniffsniff.............my myspace...................sob....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653975-111947769616369298?l=queenrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/feeds/111947769616369298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10653975&amp;postID=111947769616369298&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/111947769616369298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/111947769616369298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/2005/06/ughhh.html' title='ughhh......'/><author><name>rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826616544854264729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqdApxXzmS8/TlLfTdRBWbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/A55B4gr6JNY/s220/DSCN4370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653975.post-111947764548146608</id><published>2005-06-22T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T15:00:45.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>btw....</title><content type='html'>oh by the way, ryno dumped nika. shes "goin out w/" mike. they arent officially goin out, but they adore each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653975-111947764548146608?l=queenrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/feeds/111947764548146608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10653975&amp;postID=111947764548146608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/111947764548146608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/111947764548146608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/2005/06/btw.html' title='btw....'/><author><name>rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826616544854264729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqdApxXzmS8/TlLfTdRBWbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/A55B4gr6JNY/s220/DSCN4370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653975.post-111947755638089564</id><published>2005-06-22T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T14:59:16.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>holy crap someone deleted my myspace!!!! i had the COOLEST myspace EVA and sooooo many rockin' friends, and they fucking DELETED it!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;"We reserve the right to terminate your account for any or no reason at any time." What a load of CRAP!!! oh......my......god............i spent soooooooooooo much time on that account and i didnt break ANY of the rules..................sob........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653975-111947755638089564?l=queenrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/feeds/111947755638089564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10653975&amp;postID=111947755638089564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/111947755638089564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/111947755638089564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-my-gawd.html' title='OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826616544854264729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqdApxXzmS8/TlLfTdRBWbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/A55B4gr6JNY/s220/DSCN4370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653975.post-111474227650595718</id><published>2005-04-28T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T19:37:56.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love it or hate it</title><content type='html'>sighhh...i'm in turmoil w/my best friend nika about her boyfriend, ryno - he's okay and all, but since she's been going out with him, he never even acknowledges my &lt;u&gt;presence&lt;/u&gt;!! jeez. she kinda does the same thing...she ignores me (among other people) when he shows up. meg and i talked to her about it and it's getting better. i never get any sleep nowadays 'cause my cuz rix calls me @ 10:30 pm to talk about random nothingness. it's 7:30 his time (hawaii time), so it's free for him, but i get hecka tired (lauren's word). it's still fun though, even though we don't have as much to talk about - we talked nonstop for the week or so he was here...up 'til 4:30 am nightly. good times. my grades are improving, but my parents are so suspicious of me that they check every night what homework i have to do and they're constantly pestering me about "upcoming projects" and "upcoming tests". a B is insufficient and "not as good as i could be doing", so i pretty much have to get straight A's. sux. chat later. byez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653975-111474227650595718?l=queenrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/feeds/111474227650595718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10653975&amp;postID=111474227650595718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/111474227650595718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/111474227650595718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/2005/04/love-it-or-hate-it.html' title='love it or hate it'/><author><name>rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826616544854264729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqdApxXzmS8/TlLfTdRBWbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/A55B4gr6JNY/s220/DSCN4370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653975.post-111351949858769249</id><published>2005-04-14T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T15:58:18.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi again</title><content type='html'>lesse....since last post....umm ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i dont really want a boyfriend anymore (its an odd feeling)&lt;br /&gt;-im on spring break and my cousins are here&lt;br /&gt;-and life continues at a slow pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing particularly fascinating has happened. oh, my grade in math dropped from an A to a C so my parents freaked out and they watch my every move. its kinda annoying, but i'm more organized. thassal for now. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653975-111351949858769249?l=queenrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/feeds/111351949858769249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10653975&amp;postID=111351949858769249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/111351949858769249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/111351949858769249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/2005/04/hi-again.html' title='hi again'/><author><name>rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826616544854264729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqdApxXzmS8/TlLfTdRBWbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/A55B4gr6JNY/s220/DSCN4370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653975.post-111032909241351687</id><published>2005-03-08T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T16:44:52.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah, and about pablo....</title><content type='html'>it's weird...now, when i think of pabs, i get, well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;disgusted&lt;/span&gt;. it's an odd feeling, but i'm SO glad i'm over him. maaan, now that i think back on myself when i "liked" him, it's sad. i'm done with pablo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653975-111032909241351687?l=queenrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/feeds/111032909241351687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10653975&amp;postID=111032909241351687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/111032909241351687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/111032909241351687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/2005/03/yeah-and-about-pablo.html' title='yeah, and about pablo....'/><author><name>rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826616544854264729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqdApxXzmS8/TlLfTdRBWbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/A55B4gr6JNY/s220/DSCN4370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653975.post-111032884703840698</id><published>2005-03-08T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T16:40:47.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no...uh...chat</title><content type='html'>hmmm...what to say....well, it's been a while. i've been pretty busy, but i love doing this so i'm back! lately i've been pretty psycho about this guy i've had a crush on for the past year and a half or so. sometimes the crush dimmed and i got hooked on another guy, but i'm really stuck on him now. those who know me probably know who i'm talking about (math boy), so i won't say his name. suffice to say he's a great guy, totally fun to hang with, and a HOTTIE! jeez, when he took his shirt off at the wrestling match...sigh...niiiiice. i'm such a loser-i've been lusting after this guy for almost TWO YEARS!!!! maaan.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653975-111032884703840698?l=queenrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/feeds/111032884703840698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10653975&amp;postID=111032884703840698&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/111032884703840698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/111032884703840698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/2005/03/long-time-nouhchat.html' title='long time no...uh...chat'/><author><name>rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826616544854264729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqdApxXzmS8/TlLfTdRBWbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/A55B4gr6JNY/s220/DSCN4370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653975.post-110824708939738031</id><published>2005-02-12T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T14:24:49.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>p.s.</title><content type='html'>oh yeah, and i DIDN'T get a boyfriend at the dance....though pabs was lookin' hot in his suit and ponytail.....yummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653975-110824708939738031?l=queenrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/feeds/110824708939738031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10653975&amp;postID=110824708939738031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/110824708939738031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/110824708939738031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/2005/02/ps.html' title='p.s.'/><author><name>rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826616544854264729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqdApxXzmS8/TlLfTdRBWbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/A55B4gr6JNY/s220/DSCN4370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653975.post-110824243606818736</id><published>2005-02-12T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T13:07:16.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a dancin' and a prancin'</title><content type='html'>sigh.....the first dance of the year-destined to be memorable.......and painful. actually, it averaged out ok, but there were definite downs, stabbing awkwardness into the fun. i love her and all, but my friend didn't help much. she spent most of the time NOT dancing 'cause she was moping about her crush (who in her mind hates her with a fiery passion, though it's actually unsure) and sobbing hysterically over songs that "they always &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to play!", though they're first timers. it was weiiiirrd, not to mention overdone in the worst way. she evidently reverted into her old ways of "i am the only one here-pay attention to ME!", which is no fucking fun for me. the tears fall and "ohmygod NIKA WHATS WRONG?!?!" and BOOM! just like that, i disappear, to mope about MY crush (yes, she's NOT actually the only one in the world with guy problems)....alone. fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653975-110824243606818736?l=queenrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/feeds/110824243606818736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10653975&amp;postID=110824243606818736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/110824243606818736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/110824243606818736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/2005/02/dancin-and-prancin.html' title='a dancin&apos; and a prancin&apos;'/><author><name>rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826616544854264729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqdApxXzmS8/TlLfTdRBWbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/A55B4gr6JNY/s220/DSCN4370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653975.post-110817410275732025</id><published>2005-02-11T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T14:23:31.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more bout...guess what- ME!</title><content type='html'>surprise, surprise-i'm back. hi. sup? i just realized what gaps there are in your oh-so-important-knowledge of....guess who? ME! lessee....i believe in magical creatures, reincarnation, and i'm wiccan. ummm.....i live for love and my friends, and can't live without one or more crushes to dream about and obsess about with my friends. (that's not to say that they aren't serious-you should see how i act...it's pretty sad) my best friends are anika, jyoti, eve, shelley, amber, rix, and kale, but i have too many other friends to count. i'm currently madly in love with a friend of mine at school named pablo, and as far as i can tell, he's oblivious, it appears that asking somebody out does not, in fact, inform them of the subtle little fact that, WHOOPS! i like you. amazing, and rather sad. i pick some pretty dense guys to like....they're all hotties and really fun to hang out with though. hmmm.....what else.......oh yeah! i've been slowly dying from lack of love for the past few weeks, and i think that, (due to my lack of a boyfriend for the past, oh, 6 years or so) i'm going to collapse if i don't have a boyfriend by monday (a.k.a. val day). sigh. i can do this..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653975-110817410275732025?l=queenrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/feeds/110817410275732025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10653975&amp;postID=110817410275732025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/110817410275732025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/110817410275732025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/2005/02/more-boutguess-what-me.html' title='more bout...guess what- ME!'/><author><name>rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826616544854264729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqdApxXzmS8/TlLfTdRBWbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/A55B4gr6JNY/s220/DSCN4370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653975.post-110784484356404343</id><published>2005-02-07T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T22:40:43.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming!</title><content type='html'>yayyyyyyyy! my mom's been in hawaii for the past week and tonight she's coming home! i'm so happpppppppppppyy! seriously, this house is NOT run well without my mom here. one downside to her return- she wants to move to hawaii now. i'm left to convincing her that, no, despite the fact that i adore hawaii and used to live there, unless she can cart all of my friends (and there are a lot i'd bring) with us, I WANNA STAY HERE. sorry, no can do. i'm rooted...probably has something to do with the 7 years or so she and my dad have already kept me here. oh, by the way, my volleyball tournament yesterday was kewl! we got second in the division one diamond finals. plus, WE GOT THE T-SHIRTS!!! the winning team got to choose between the t-shirts and some teddy bears. we didn't know why they chose the teddies until we got the shirts: read PUGET SOUND SUPER SUNDAY VOLLEYBALL TOURNAMENT 2003. cheapasses-can't even buy new t-shirts for a new tournament. they're still pretty cool though...and we get to show off at school that "i've got something to DO with my weekend when you're at home drooling over the t.v.". take that! hmmmm....oh yeah, who do i like.....to tell or not to tell the internet-load of readers......that's a hard one.......ah what the hell-it's not like I'M subtle about it or anything. ok, if you care (which you probably do if you're still reading), there's like three amazingly hot guys at my school- paul, stefan, and pablo.....sighhhh...........mannn they're fine.........though it makes me sound pretty pathetic and desperate (read: single), i HAVE asked all of them out in turn. "i have no time between two baseball teams", "i'm not into the girlfriend thing", and "i just want to be friends". you'd think i'd be permanently turned off guys, but nope. still obsessively devoted to their highnesses. all you out there who think you're unlucky 'cause your boyfriend lives "oh, no, not 20 minutes away!"....you got nothin' on me! my first and ONLY boyfriend ever was in 1st grade, at an age where you can't even logically call him my boyfriend. my first kiss was on a dare, and i have yet to have a first make-out session. sad huh. well, y'all are mahhhvelous and all, but i'm depressing myself, so i'm signin' out. night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653975-110784484356404343?l=queenrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/feeds/110784484356404343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10653975&amp;postID=110784484356404343&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/110784484356404343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/110784484356404343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/2005/02/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming!'/><author><name>rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826616544854264729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqdApxXzmS8/TlLfTdRBWbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/A55B4gr6JNY/s220/DSCN4370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10653975.post-110766876215999985</id><published>2005-02-05T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T21:46:02.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First timing</title><content type='html'>hmmm never done this before. i thought this was a fun idea-pour out the inner workings of my mind to random people on the internet-but now i'm at a loss for words. to start, my day was nothing particularly interesting. therapy at 11 to start the day, then straight homework....not really the idea of a perfect saturday. i'm reading a great book though. &lt;em&gt;the fairy godmother&lt;/em&gt;, by mercedes lackey. my friend anika lent it to me. a+ so far. oh yeah, and i found out the dismal news that, to make my volleyball tournament on time tomorrow, i'll be waking up at an obscene 5 o clock. nothing against those who do so daily, but i'm all for 6 and the snooze button...i don't awaken well. oh well. life moves on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10653975-110766876215999985?l=queenrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/feeds/110766876215999985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10653975&amp;postID=110766876215999985&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/110766876215999985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10653975/posts/default/110766876215999985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenrae.blogspot.com/2005/02/first-timing.html' title='First timing'/><author><name>rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826616544854264729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqdApxXzmS8/TlLfTdRBWbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/A55B4gr6JNY/s220/DSCN4370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
