<?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-8726668</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:27:52.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The British Know How to Live</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</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>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-112171238127301328</id><published>2005-07-18T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T11:46:21.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me and the sasha</title><content type='html'>so anyway sasha came over yesterday which really sucked'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks bitch i love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we kinda did some weird stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love when old men still caught up in their midlife crisis think its okay to hit on girls like 1 tenth their age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so first we went to loehmann's where i tried on a maternity short peasants dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was dasha i am smart and use protection. (the babies name is undecided)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sasha youre confusing me with my brothers. he's pregnant, not me. so anyway, then we went to longs and got hair dye (me, red, sasha, black which turned out to be purplish brown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today dasha woke up in a state of mass confusion due to the realization that she had streaked her hair the day before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway we started dyeing our hair and then i realized that i got dye on my nose and sasha's like "DASHA HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET DYE ON YOUR NOSE" and i freaked out and was like "HOLY SHIT WHAT DO I DO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now dasha has a red mustache. its quite sexy in my humble opionon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not. so anyway then we went into the shower (in bathing suits) and washed our hair out and kinda stood there staring at our reflections. and THEN, we decided to go to the park, and later ALBERTSONS. so anyway sasha's in the bathroom so i will tell the albertsons story. so sasha and i went into the store with me in the shopping cart and her pushing be about, so we got hostess cupcakes and lime pepsi. and then we both sat in the cart eating outside and random old men with motorcycles kept on talking to us. but then sasha got out of the cart and before i got out she pushed the cart and it rolled off the curb, across the street, hit the other curb and flipped over. it hurt like hell. so yes. anywho we came home, watched buffy, and now we are doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW....very important events....HARRY POTTER. so the 6th book came out, and i went with jubee and elke and we stood in line at midnight and the book was SO GOOD. and i cried when snape was evil and he killed dumbledore. and i was SO SAD AND I CRIED AND THEN HARRY AND GINNY BROKE UP AND HERMIONE AND RON AND OMG IT WAS SO GOOD SO GO READ IT AND MOLLY IS MOLLYWOBBLES WHEN SHE IS ALONE WITH ARTHUR AND ITS SO EFFING GOOD AND I LOVE HARRY POTTER AND YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me. and sasha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-112171238127301328?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/112171238127301328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=112171238127301328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/112171238127301328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/112171238127301328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/07/me-and-sasha.html' title='me and the sasha'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111949845491080238</id><published>2005-06-22T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T20:47:34.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La</title><content type='html'>I had the BEST day today, mainly because I finally saw my baby Talia! And she's going out with BLANK again. (See how I snidely inserted the BLANK there hon?) But anyway, we were both upset because her parents are MEAN, and we went to lunch at this adorable Japanese place. Then we went and saw Mr. and Mrs. Smith, which turned out to be very, very good actually. Brad Pitt is often judged based on his looks, but he really is a good actor, despite the common thought that he is only liked for his beautifulness. Angelina Jolie is gorgeous, and she played the part of Mrs. Smith well. It's so annoying! How come she ALWAYS manages to look good? I want to look like her...but I don't really want to be like her, what with the sleeping with brother thing. omg, I forgot to say, right before the movie, we were walking to the theatre, and we were standing at the crosswalk and the little green man lit up, but there was a woman in her car crossing the crosswalk, so Talia meant to say this quietly, but she yelled out by accident "MOVE OVER LADY BITCH!" It was soooo funny, and then it turned out that the lady's window was open. I laughed so effing hard my stomach fell off. Oh, and also, before at her house, as I said her parents were being evil, so she opened a picture of her mom and dad and was like "There's the whore and there's the devil!" It was sooo funny. Ugh I miss you Talichkins! I hadn't seen you since April 2nd before today! No matter where you go, you'll get into Columbia and become an amazing OBGYN or journalist or whatever you want to be, because you're beautiful and brilliant! We also made videos of each other where I did a duck dance to Britney Spears and Japanese techno, and Talia shook her butt like a crazy person and told me the story of her life. After the movie, we went to Maido and got stuff and Talia tried to pay in all coins but I wouldn't let her, so you owe me 3 bucks Talichkins. Anywho, I need to go tend to me retarded big toes which were taken off due to genetic defects and replaced with a robot toe and then all bandaged up and unbandaged, so now I have to bandage them. Omg I HATE my mom. She didn't even say hi to me when she came home. Just started criticizing me and telling me how i"ve screwed up in life, and now she's calling me a bitch and yelling.&lt;br /&gt;~Dasha~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111949845491080238?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111949845491080238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111949845491080238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111949845491080238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111949845491080238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/06/la.html' title='La'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111930009895724574</id><published>2005-06-20T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T13:41:38.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boogie</title><content type='html'>so yesterday, we had my grandma's 81st birthday party, and today's her real birthday! happy birthday babushka! i love you (and your cooking) more than life itself! since my camera broke on the way to france, we returned it and got a new one, and i love it, and i'm going picture crazy! i just downloaded like 200 pictures i took at the party (as well as videos of my brother wacking my cousin alex on the ass with a badminton racket). it's so fun! katie's sleeping over today, and i'm so excited, cuz i haven't seen her since promotion, and she's my little katie kates and i love her so much! also in two days, talia's coming over, which is beyond awesome, since i haven't seen her since the kehillah dance i think which was on april 2nd, and she still hasn't seen my beauteous haircut which i got at the end of april! oh, and just for the 411, i'm wearing this adorable dress which i got in france right now. it's olive green and all cute, and anna and shelley and i got matching ones. well shelley and i did but hers is orange, and anna's is really similar. anyway. i went to bed at like 5:30 pm yesterday and woke up at 3 am, and i had nothing to do, so i photoshopped stuff and did camera stuff and other stuff and ate and stuff. also i watched hp 1 and 2 yesterday and today. i might watch the third one before katie comes over, although i do need to clean up if i don't want some serious mother ass kicking (as in my mother kicking my ass). i ran two miles today which is cool, except i was really slow...like 16 minutes...or maybe even 17, i don't remember. i really don't wanna go to camp newman. meh. idka ditched me, so now i have to go alone. i really wanna go to talin, estonia instead with my great aunt to visit alina. i miss you so much girl! we're leaving for israel on saturday, and i get to bring my computer and stuff. i'm so freaked out of flying though, esp since i had that dream in france that our plane was gonna crash, and even though it didn't, our landing was so freaky. i think our pilot didn't go low enough in the beginning, so he decided to make up for it by dropping like 8 times. everyone on the plane was freaking out and like "OMG WE'RE GONNA CRASH." and erin was like "uh...dasha...do you remember which part we crashed during? cuz i'm kinda freaked right now." anyway. that's all for now. katie kates and i will be sure to post some entertainment for yall. ta all.&lt;br /&gt;-dashita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111930009895724574?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111930009895724574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111930009895724574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111930009895724574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111930009895724574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/06/boogie.html' title='boogie'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111922626065826395</id><published>2005-06-19T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T17:11:00.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>I found this on a friend's xanga, so fill out for me and put in my chatterbox! Or, actually, since that thing is tiny, send it to me at my email, which I think you know, but just in case it's the.dasha.person@gmail.com...I seriously hope there are no stalkers here. Or otherwise, if you really love me lol, become a member of blogger and post a comment! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Kiss me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hug me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Lick me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Kill me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Love me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hate me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hold me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Lie to me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Be true to me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hurt me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sing with me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Dance with me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cuddle with me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Let me make a move on you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Make a move on me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Caress me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Date me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Go out with me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Please me in more ways then 1&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Let me kiss you up and down&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Watch a movie with me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Get me a birthday gift&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Let me borrow your car&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Take a shower with me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Be my gf/bf&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Be there for me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Buy me a drink&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Bring me around your friends&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Give me a massage&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Take me to the club&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Have sex with me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Go to sleep with me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Let me be your first for something&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Skinny dip with me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Get drunk with me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Get drunk and make fun of me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Let me get drunk and make fun of you?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Be kinky with me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Take care of me if i wasn't feeling good&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Let me take care of you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Re-post this for me to answer your questions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111922626065826395?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111922626065826395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111922626065826395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111922626065826395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111922626065826395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/06/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111919787049636383</id><published>2005-06-19T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T09:17:50.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>Well I'm BACK FROM THE FRENCH TRIP. I know, I should have let people know I was actually gone for nine days, so oops. Omg there are so many funny memories...like when I came up to Ms. Lau and I was about to poke her in the stomach because I thought she was Shelley. And then Shelley and Anna and I decided to play Marco Polo in the Louvre, because we thought the Casti ppl were the only ones in that exhibit. So I was Marco, and I had my sweater over my eyes, and Anna shouted Polo, except I ran the wrong way and wacked a random woman with my program because I thought she was Anna. Also, the three of us threw gummy bears out of our hotel window at random people, and it was SO MUCH FUN. There was this guy we almost hit who we named Dorky, and when he left, we were all sad, so Anna wrote a song for him and belted it out the window. Then, Anna hit a bunch of hot 16 year olds, and they were all like "Hey sexy thing. What floor are you on?" and Anna was like "82!!!" Then, we went downstairs to "get Anna's insulin" (actually more because we thought this 16 year olds had gone to the lobby, so we put on our new dresses, but they weren't there. This was at about 11 pm by the way. Then on the last day, we were in Versailles, and I lost my purse, so Shelley went with me to go get from the place I thought I left it while our group waited. Unfortunately, Shelley and I have a very bad sense of direction when it comes to navigation at Versailles. So obviously, we went in about 50 wrong directions until Shelley finally found the place. However, my purse wasn't there! We came up to a woman sitting on the bench where my purse was supposed to be, and I was like "J'ai perdu mon sac. Savez-vous où est-ce que je peux trouver le sécurité?" and she was like "English?" so it turned out she was this really nice Southern woman, and she showed us where the security was, and they had my purse. HOWEVER, it had been about an hour since we left, and our classmates were long gone. Two extremely pissed off teachers were waiting for us, thinking we had been kidnapped, and thus ends our tale. Well, I would say more, but I must go shower. Ta. oh and also, I woke up at 6 am this morning thinking of us 6 pm yesterday, so I ate an icecream cone and got really freaked out about where everyone was. Ok. Really ta now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111919787049636383?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111919787049636383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111919787049636383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111919787049636383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111919787049636383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/06/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111759143230885112</id><published>2005-05-31T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T19:03:52.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of finals, to meredith</title><content type='html'>Well, since Meredith has no life and no friends, and is forcing me to update, I am, even though I feel like barfing at the moment, due to serious over-eating. So yesterday, Anna sent me a song called "All the Things she said" by a band called tatu, which is a Russian band with two lesbian girls. It's interesting. I like the russian versions of the song. Mainly cuz I can understand them, so it's really entertaining. Today we had our first final - english. I also dissected a fetal pig. and i did pretty well on that, but i don't know about english. i'm hella tired right now...i couldn't fall asleep last night. at all. it was so stupid. oh and i got one of the solos for our promotion and i really don't want it because i sound horrible singing in front of people when its not in a musical or with someone else. so ya, that was a disaster, and everyone thinks i suck, but congrats to anna for getting the other solo (which everyone knew she would because she is amazing). hanna shouldve auditioned though, cuz she's so good! and meredith and katie too. :( oh well. meh...well sorry mer, but i'm taking a nap, or else dasha will be dead tomorrow. ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111759143230885112?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111759143230885112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111759143230885112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111759143230885112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111759143230885112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/05/1st-day-of-finals-to-meredith.html' title='1st day of finals, to meredith'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111741838043304360</id><published>2005-05-29T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T18:59:40.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola</title><content type='html'>So I've finally decided to update. Woot Wat Wop Wup Wip. Don't know what that was about. So I'm adding a new blog feature called "Oh My God this is the song that I just can't effing get out of my head of the moment." And today's "Oh My God this is the song that I just can't effing get out of my head of the moment" is "Anything but Ordinary" by Avril Lavigne. Honestly, I have no clue how I even got that horrific display of "music" into my head. I haven't listened to her since like....uh...6th grade? Anyway, nothing new happened. School's over!!!!! God I am SO HAPPY. I still have finals and fetal pig dissection, but STILL. I'm sooo happy. I'm going to France with Anna and Shellbell (along with a bunch of 7th graders of course...bleh...no offence guys), and then I'm going to Israel with the whole enchilada of good Russian Jewish family, and then I'm schleppin off to Camp Newman, and finally, off to ACT with the one and only...JUBEE BOOBY! lol kidding...haha you're gonna kill me for putting that in here. But I loof you anyway. Our musical went pretty well. Except Blair forgot her lines in a scene with me and I had to improvise, and so did Elle, but ah well. It still went well. And ooo I didn't die or scream or kill someone during my stage dive! The only really bad thing was my brother ditched it for visiting my cousin in LA. He forgot and agreed to go, and then he refused to change his mind, because when Alex came here the next time, he would be spending all his time with his girlfriend blah blah. Sad. Very, truly sad. I saw Finding Neverland today and it was sooo good! And I saw Meet the Fockers and Motorcycle Diaries yesterday. Oh, and I saw 10 Things I hate about You again. Jubee, you have truly put me under Heath Ledger's spell lol. Meh. So what's new...oh ya! omg it was so sad. During English class, my English teacher started crying and told us all we were as dear to her as kids, because someone put that they thought she displayed favoritism in her evaluation. It was soo sad. She's a great teacher and we were all so touched, and me and Nani came over to her and gave her a hug and told her she was an amazing teacher. Cuz we're nice people. Meh I'm starting to have 2nd thoughts about going to Newman. It's just that Ida ditched me, and so did Dan, so now it's just me and Noah, and it's really hard to befriend Jewish girls, and Noah has his own friends there, and we weren't planning to spend the week together anyway lol, so now I'm kinda bummed, but it's too late to cancel, and even though I brought up the issue with my parents like 6 yrs ago, they told me we would "discuss it later kurachka," and so we did eventually, and WHOOPS, it's too late. That's drek. True drek. Anna honey we are goeeng to spenda 2 weeksa in le France! I am so excited! Zis will be so fun, non? Ce sera super, n'est-ce pas? Je absolument screwed up mon examen de Français pour le speaking. C'était zero :(. Euh, bien, ce sera bon. Je vais passer mon examen written, et ce sera trés facile. Okay, enough of my absolute shit French. Katie, Anna, Annie, telephone-moi. Je vous aime. Ta all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111741838043304360?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111741838043304360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111741838043304360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111741838043304360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111741838043304360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/05/hola.html' title='Hola'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111560562650749737</id><published>2005-05-08T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T19:27:06.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ah!</title><content type='html'>K, well now I finally have some time to post about DC. So first day...we get up at 2:30 AM so we can be at the airport by 4. I'm with Ms. Walter's group...first flight was good, but second, the plane was small and crappy, and I dozed off for like 10 minutes, when all of a sudden, there was this huge drop, and I woke up to Libby yelling "WE'RE FALLING!" It was scary. Then, we got to the hotel, put our stuff away, watched a strange version of Robin Hood in which Alan Rickman tries to rape a girl, and went to dinner. After dinner, we went to the African American experience, which was really really cool, and I got to play a drum thing! lol and Ericka, Leilani, and Rebecca made very good squirrels, rabbits, and chickens. We went to all the monuments and places and that good stuff. omg we went to this soldier thing performance by the American army, and after the show (which we could barely see), we (me and Meredith) wwent to talk to the soldiers. omg...i have not seen such a concentration of hot guys in such a small place in my whole life...it was HEAVEN. Mer and I are gonna go live there and become nurses in the army so we can marry them...ah...k, more stand-outish events. I got hit on by a 9 year old, who first said "How ya doin?" and then i cracked up and he was like "turn away now, but i'll pick u up at 8." then on the bus, he was like grabbing his...u know, and demonstratin a...u know. it was so hella funny and kinda disturbing at the end lol. we also got mooned by somje guys stayin at our hotel, and they pressed their buts up against the window facin our bus, and the teachers didnt notice. it was awesome. we went to arlington cemetery, and looked at pics of all the soldiers who had died in Iraq, and i just couldn't keep the tears from coming. There was a note on one photograph which said, "Your 3rd son was born 3 months ago." I couldn't take it. I ran to the bathroom and sobbed my heart out. We all did. Even the people who I didn't think had a heart. I just wish I could have died instead of them. Why is it that they died while they were doing such a good deed, and I, who have barely done anything to better this world at all, am still alive? It was scary...watching 60 girls crying while waiting in line for Subway at the mall. On a better note, after we ate, we went to Sephora, and I gave Nani a makeover, and she looked gorgeous, and I gave AK a makeover, and she looked hilarious, probably because of the bright blue eyeshadow and the hot pink lips. oh, and the blue eyeliner and mascara. Back at the hotel, I watched Never Been Kissed with Nelly, Mel, and Elke, which was fun. The next day, we took a boat to Mt. Vernon, and then we went to the museum of natural science. Mel and I chained ourselves together by our Worldstrides cards cuz we're too stupid to stay together lol. It was hilarious, everyone was giving us weird looks, and we got really cool rocks, and looked at sparkly gems which should be ours. Then, we went to dinner, where Elke filmed my nose being weird AGAIN, and we sang "I like 6 packs."&lt;br /&gt;I like 6 packs and I cannot lie.&lt;br /&gt;You otha sistas can't deny.&lt;br /&gt;When a boy walks in with a tiny buff waist and a tight thing in yo face you get SPRUNG.&lt;br /&gt;(dedicated to the hot soldiers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on the bus to the airport, Mel, Brooke, Eddy and I did a dating show and a news channel thing, all of which Elke got on tape. It was HILARIOUS, and i hope all of u get to see it, because it's awesome. so ya. yay. i'm sooo exhausted now, though, still have like 6 chapters of Jane Eyre to read...meh. It;s a great b ook and all, but I;ve read it before, and I'm hella tired. and daddy has poison oak, and it;'s mother's day, and i wanna sleep god dammit!&lt;br /&gt; end short rant.&lt;br /&gt;k, gonna go read, eat i.c., and kick it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PHANTOM CAME OUT. GO BUY IT.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dashypoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111560562650749737?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111560562650749737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111560562650749737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111560562650749737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111560562650749737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/05/ah.html' title='ah!'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111549748205000020</id><published>2005-05-07T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T13:24:42.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I'm really exhausted and homework-drenched right now, so all I'm gonna say is BACK FROM DC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111549748205000020?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111549748205000020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111549748205000020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111549748205000020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111549748205000020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/05/well-im-really-exhausted-and-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111474512972853785</id><published>2005-04-28T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T20:25:29.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Person</title><content type='html'>K, it's time for a new cool person! And guess what...this time, it's gonna be a guy! So, before all of you start jumping to conclusions: I do not like this guy as more than a friend. Let that sink into your brains, because most of you, being adolescent girls, will jump to that conclusion. So, cool person is...Dan! Who never reads this, but oh well! So, Dan and I "dated" when were both 10, or 11 or something, which was kinda funny, cuz we were at Camp Newman, and then he "dumped" me for this other girl, and then we "got back together." It was very amusing. But anyway, now we are just friends. So, Dan and I have some things in common: we are both Jewish, we're extremely brilliant (well Dan, not so much, but me, duh. lol jk) we both have short hair (now), both of us have blondish, but kinda brownish hair, both of us go to Beth Am, we're both in 8th grade, we've both had Bat Mitzvahs...ya, that's it. Things we DON'T have in common: Dan is, in fact, A MALE, unlike me, as I am a FEMALE, in case you need that clarification. Dan, goes to Jordan, I go to Casti, Dan is reasonable, I am eccentric, Dan has freckles...I think, I don't, Dan's American, I'm not. Well I am, but the whole family thing...ya. Oh, and I'm taller than him. So HA. Oh, and Dan is a party pooper, unlike me, and he has phonephobia, which I definitely don't. Dan is a cool person, because unlike most guys I know, he's not shallow, and he doesn't treat me like an alien just because I'm a girl. I tell him a lot of stuff which I would never tell other guys, except for my brother. He has a great sense of humor and he's always there to say something nice to me. Even last year, when I was being weird and a bitch, he still stayed friends with me. He made me get SKYPE, which is really cool, so now I can talk to him on the phone, except on the computer, which solves the phonephobia problem. Dan is probably one of the only guys I don't feel awkward or shy in front of. Even though he ditched the dance, I still don't hate him, even though, yes Dan, I am mad at you. So ha. And you also ditched me at newman, like Ida, so now the only person I know who's going is Noah, who seems to always be annoyed by me. So, ickle Dannykins, I hope you marry Vanessa...or some other girl, and you're happy some day, and I hope we stay friends forever!&lt;br /&gt;~Dashy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111474512972853785?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111474512972853785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111474512972853785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111474512972853785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111474512972853785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/04/cool-person.html' title='Cool Person'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111466293029630800</id><published>2005-04-27T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T21:35:30.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>Omg...i am in such a crappy mood. Constantine got kicked off of Idol. I just don't  believe this. Why the hell is Scott still on the show? He sucks. He is terrible, both in persona and vocals. Something is seriously wrong here. I think someone is messing with the voting system, because it's just impossible that Scott could get into the bottom three 4 times, and randomly come out on top. And so what of Constantine wasn't great last night? He is an amazing singer. Like when he sang Bohemian Rhapsody, he was unbelievable. But I'm very thankful neither Carrie nor Bo nor Anthony got kicked out. But GOD. Vonzell should have gotten out, if not Scott, but Scott was worse than her by a mile. On a brighter not...I GOT A HAIRCUT. I was so scared, but it actually looks really good...and I don't mean that in a stuck-up I'm so beautiful way. It just looks way better than before. So ya. K, ta people.&lt;br /&gt;~Dash~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111466293029630800?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111466293029630800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111466293029630800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111466293029630800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111466293029630800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111447573681281013</id><published>2005-04-25T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T17:35:36.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boo</title><content type='html'>Guess what peeps...I'M GETTIN A HAIRCUT! ME! HAIR! SCISSORS! I'm so excited. Ugh I'm getting so friggin bored of my hair! So the other day I was like "SCREW THIS. I'M GETTIN A HAIRCUT. AND IF IT LOOKS LIKE SHIT, I'LL EITHER SHAVE IT ALL OFF OR WEAR A WIG UNTIL IT GROWS BACK." So go me. Haircuttin girl. DC IS ON SUNDAY! AHHH! I'm so excited, but not to psyched about the getting up at like 5 friggin AM every morning. So I was readin some of my first blog entries a while back and I totally cracked up. Especially the first one was funny. I sound like a prize idiot, and a few months from now, I'll probably read this entry and say the same thing. Anyway, I'm in a pretty pissy mood since it's Passover. So, today, I get to the dining room, and I see it's pasta shapes for lunch, but NO. NO pasta shapes for Dasha because she's a friggin JEW. Ya, a homie of them Israelites. So I had to watch people around me eat one of my fave foods in the world. Then, when I get to the table, I'm about to sit, when Emily pulls the chair out from behind me, but I caught myself right away. I was about to sit down again, but she did it again, but this time, I flopped right on my bum, got up, sat on the chair, and exploded about my bad mood. Then Emily stuck her hand out and she's like "Here, Dash, I'm sorry, slap my hand." So I swing as hard as I can, but she moves her hand, so I wack mine on the table really hard. So ya, NOT a good day. Plus, I'm hella tired. Yesterday, my mom's Israeli cousin, who's kinda ugly and weird and twitchy stayed over with his wife, which was a bit uncomfortable. Oy veh. Movin on, EVERYONE has to come see my musical on May 20th (Friday) at Casti. It's gonna be so good! I hope. And if it's not, just remember I'm in it, and I'm sure you'll feel better. Damn, I've been really conceited lately....I really must stop that. K, well my dad is making me eat. Ta all.&lt;br /&gt;~Dashy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111447573681281013?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111447573681281013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111447573681281013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111447573681281013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111447573681281013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/04/boo.html' title='boo'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111439311581937916</id><published>2005-04-24T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T18:38:35.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bugger</title><content type='html'>Bugger Bugger Bugger. What's new...well the dance sucked ass, which isn't really much of a surprise lol. Plus, Dan and Philip ditched! Well, Phil had the stomach flu, but STILL. Pas cool. Jeremy (this lil 6th grader who's a family friend) came, and after the dance he was going on all excitedly about how he freaked a girl for the first time. It was adorable, but a bit disturbing haha. Talia went off to Spain, which makes me very sad :(. Life just isn't as interesting without her around, but I'm sure she's changing some hot Spanish guy's life about now. I finished And the Band Played On yesterday at home with my parents. After, I went to my room and cried my eyes out, calmed down a bit, and cried again. And it wasn't like "Oh, this movie is sad." I mean, those are real people. It's a true story, and I was just devastated. it really explains how horrible AIDS is, and how it can destroy a person and everyone around them until they are left without hope and simply die. That's the nature of the virus. You all must see that movie. It's a story with a bit of documentary added in about the discovery and research of AIDS, and it's all true. It shows the political, scientific, and emotional perspective on AIDS and HIV. I just couldn't sleep after it. :(. Omg, I still have to read about 5 chapters of Jane Eyre and study for my science test. oh, and I have a math problem to do also. Oy veh. Well I'm gonna go. Love you chicas...and chicos...or whatev.&lt;br /&gt;Lovingly from Dashy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111439311581937916?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111439311581937916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111439311581937916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111439311581937916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111439311581937916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/04/bugger.html' title='bugger'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111406244771931075</id><published>2005-04-20T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T22:47:27.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>Hello all. So not much new stuff has been going on. We had our first volleyball game and guess what...we lost! But we won the first game by like 20 lol so that's good. I and had a good spike which gave us a point and I got us some other points, so me=happy. ish. We also  had our first DC meeting which was...FUN. Haha. Ya, musicals was cool as usual. I have to do a fake laugh now. Kinda weird. Ms. W keeps on changing it but oh well I like her anyway. Well I gotta go take a nice herbal bath. Mmmmm...lol.&lt;br /&gt;-Bubbly Dashy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111406244771931075?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111406244771931075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111406244771931075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111406244771931075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111406244771931075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/04/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111389006226168763</id><published>2005-04-18T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T22:54:22.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today in musicals, we had a partial stumble through of Guys and Dolls, which kinda sucked, cuz I didn't know the whole play, but luckily we did the parts that I know. The thing is, I totally blanked out on the scenes which I knew, which was sucky. But we sang Guys and Dolls in a lower key, and I'm sooo happy, cuz I don't sound like a messed up guy going through puberty with sliced up vocal cords. What else is new...oh ya, Dan got me to install Skype, which is the awesome program which lets you talk to people on your computer almost like a phone, but you can chat at the same time, so I talked to Dan for the first time in forever, and also Katie and Meredith. Oh, we have a dance on Fri, and the only peeps I'm bringing this time are Dan and Philip, and omg they were so incredibly difficult to convince. Damn...I still haven't finished my french hw...oh well. Anyway, my mom's probably gonna ground me cuz I didn't clean my clothes, which kinda sucks, but she can't keep me from going to the dance, cuz you're recquired to go if you invited people. So ha. I'm knitting this really cute pillow thing for my grandma, but it kinda got screwed up, and it would really suck if I had to start over, cuz it took me forever and my hands are sore. Ugh, and my foot hurts like hell. I seriously tore my tendon pretty damn badly. Plus I had to climb up this hill outside our house today at like 8:30 (aka dark) to look for my cat, and I'm covered in spider/mosquito bites, and my foot is totally dead now. erf. Oh haha today after school Anan and Jenny and I were being so weird. And then my mom came to get me and started talking about her mamogram and jenny's like "oh, is that the one where they squeeze your boob?" and my mom really got into demonstrating what "pain zey put me through!" Not pleasant. So ya...I think that's all the new stuff. I am so tired...been going to bed at 2 all break, and yesterday I got into bed at like 10:30, but I couldn't fall asleep until like 2:30, so I'm feeling all dead and crappy. but I have a new purse. Which makes me feel a bit betterish. MEREDITH YOU MUST BRING PHOTOSHOP FOR ME. Oh and tomorrow is "dream job" day so i dunno if i should wear a cardiologist outfit thing or an actressy thing. haha weird isnt it? My two career choices are cardiology or acting. And I mean what do actresses wear? Glamorous dresses? I dont wanna ruin my dresses. And I don't have a friggin doctor's outfit. Maybe I can wear sunglasses and a hat and like cover myself up...oh! And I'll have Elke following me around with her camera! Haha. That'd be funny. But then my science teacher'll be like "oh, well she wants to be an actress not someone science-related. hmph i don;t like her anymore." ah well. Today we started studying the NERVOUS SYSTEM. Oh joy. Sex ed was way cooler. Ah...I already miss the Swedish video of the birth and the people having sex...lol that was hilarious and very scarring. Morgan and I are gonna be nuns together. Well, Morgan is gonna be a christian nun who lives in a box, and I'm gonna be a Jewish none. With the one exception of Johnny Depp in that whole chastity thing :). oh, and daniel radcliffe of course. omg my french teacher dislikes me immensly. it's so annoying. today i had my "my computer" window open from earlier, and she was like "BAH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT OPEN? WHY AREN'T YOU PAYING ATTENTION?" meh. evilness. k well i'm gonna see if i can get some strawberries now, cuz i'm having a strawberry craving. come to the dance peepails (hahahaha Anan).&lt;br /&gt;-luvs dashers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111389006226168763?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111389006226168763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111389006226168763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111389006226168763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111389006226168763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-today-in-musicals-we-had-partial.html' title=''/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111379043751870190</id><published>2005-04-17T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T19:13:57.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dfj</title><content type='html'>So, today we had a 7 hour tech challenge meeting at Mel's. At first, we actually worked on soldering the wires together and getting the remotes finished and all that crap, and then we hung out and went outside with our Quizno's stuff. And we were sitting down with our feet dangling in the pool/hot tub, when all of a sudden, this ginormous bumble bee thing zoomed at us, so me, Kennedy and Mel sprinted inside. Which hurt my foot. And I left my foot brace outside, but I was too scared to go outside and get it, because the evil bee could kill me and eat me. (Julia had her soccer game at that time.) So then, we worked on the bot a bit, and while Steven programmed some stuff, we watched little clips of Mean Girls. A lil later, all of us (and julia) were outside testing a robot, and it didn't work, so Steven went inside to fix it, and we all had our picture taken, and Jeff was like "SAY CHEESE!" so Mel and I were like "CHEEEEEEEEESE!" and we held it for a long time. So then I'm like, "BREATH CONTEST!" and Mel and I went "CHEEEEEESE" for like ten minutes, and then we stopped yelling at the exact same time. So then, Mel was like, "It's better if you lie down on your back and try it!" so we got on our backs and went "CHEESE!" but I kept on cracking up, and Julia took pictures of us, and Rob and Steven were giving us really weird looks and cracking up. Oh ya, and before that, Mel went into Rib's room to wake him up (at like 3) and he was like "One minute." And then he came out two hours later in boxers and pants and no shirt. I swear, that guy doesn't know how to wear a shirt haha. So ya, nothing else new. Yesterday was my Grandma's birthday party, which was cool. Nola is absolutely adorable and fun to play with, but going to grandparents' birthday parties is kind of depressing, because everytime you ask yourself, "Is this their last?" But anyway, before I get emotional...I'm sitting at home now, almost dying of fatigue. I got up early today because I had a violin lesson, so I'm exhausted. I've been falling asleep at like 3 and 4 for the past week. So ya...just listening to 97.3. Oh God, I don't wanna go to school tomorrow! But I'm so effing excited about going to DC. I have the coolest room: Anna, Morgan, and Lin-Z/LynZ/Lindsay/a million other names lol. Phew ok...that's it. Oh ya, and we have a dance at Casti on the 22nd, so if you wanna go, don't be shy and call me or email me or IM or send me a letter or a telegram lol. Ok, love y'alls. Mwah. Damn that sounded stupid...&lt;br /&gt;~Dashy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111379043751870190?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111379043751870190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111379043751870190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111379043751870190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111379043751870190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/04/dfj.html' title='dfj'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111346647116670366</id><published>2005-04-14T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T01:14:31.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la</title><content type='html'>Ok, well, it's 1:04, soon to be 1:05 AM! I can't get to sleep. Let me tell you something: some people like the night life. I'm one of those people. But I currently have no parties nor gatherings to go to, so at the moment, there is no night life being lived by me. Instead, I am lying here, exhausted and unable to sleep. It's not pleasant. The only thing I have to amuse myself is Harry Potter fanfiction and talking to my brother on AIM. Who is just as sleepy as me. And is being very slow to answer me. Anyway, yesterday, Meredith came over, and we pigged out, watching Buffy and Little Black Book, and filmed really weird crap. Then, I went to sleep over at my Babushka's. We played Rummi, watched American Idol (well, she slept, I watched). Then, she watched her game show, and I watched a Buffy episode on my laptop. She fed me to bits and pieces, but I'm not going to complain regarding that. I love spending time at Grandma's...it's just so relaxing and full of love. I mean, I can just sit there and be praised and fed and loved. Plus, my Grandma is awesome, and I love her to death. Same with my other grandma, but I wasn't over to her house yesterday, so that's slightly irrelevant. Though it's really not, since I do love her a lot, and that matters. Plus, her birthday was on Monday. So happy birthday Babushka. Which means grandma in Russian. Oh, and just to clear something up for you Americans, Babushka is actually pronounced BA-bu-shka, not ba-BU-shka. Yes, the emphasis is on the BA, not the BU. Just clearing that up. Nothing else is really new. I'm going to Loehmann's tomorrow with Mom and possibly Anna, because we have to have our "Harry Potter/Wicked" day. Oh! American Idol  news: Nadia got out today. I mean, she was one of the worst (even though she's really good, seeing as she's in the top 9). But still, SCOTT WAS WORSE. Ugh, I HATE him. He's like a murderer or something, and he was accused of abusing his ex-girlfriends. He effing threw a blow dryer at her. Hard. Painful. He is evil. And should be taken off the show. Oh my God, BO WAS IN THE BOTTOM 3. I was so pissed off. I mean, Bo is SO good. The top 2 in the finale should be either Carrie and Constantine or Carrie and Bo. I mean, Carrie's just amazing. And Constantine has gotten to be totally awesome. And Bo was always very good. So, I think they should be in the top three. Yeah. Okay, it's 1:13 now, and I have nothing else to say, so I'm going to go on and proceed to attempt to communicate with my half-dead brother over AIM. Ta all.&lt;br /&gt;~Dashy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111346647116670366?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111346647116670366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111346647116670366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111346647116670366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111346647116670366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/04/la.html' title='la'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111334018461526304</id><published>2005-04-12T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T14:09:44.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me and mersypoop</title><content type='html'>Dasha: Hi. This is me and the Meredith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mer: HELLOE ALL MY FAVOREITISTSEST FANS!!!!!! TODAY IS ADDE-ANE-E DAY(E)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: is not. We're just speaking Olde Englishe stupide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mer: hahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahah. we watched tHe LiTtLe BlAcK boooook! it was full of blackness and booooks. and little.... people.. and midgets... and people who look ugly when they cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: see i dont get why people kept on talking to her and hiring though cuz she was kind of insane. like meredith. like ya. like like. like. LIKE. LIKE LIKE LIKE. HOHOHO. I'M SANTA! BUT NOT. CUZ I'M A JEW BABY. MAZEL TOV BABY. SHALOMIE HOMIE. i hoho you with my jewish santa-ness. be AFRAID. E. AFRAIDE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mer: weLL i'm not a jew mozeltovbaby so PSUH! psuhg! YALL!!! YELL! LIKE  BANANAS! WHICH MS BARKER SHOWED US WHEN DEMONSTARTING HOW TO PUT A CONDOM ON A ..... nvm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: Meredith, you really muste get comfortable saying the word. Now do it with me. HAPPINESS. now, take away the "ha..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mer: ppiness. O WAIT I JUST GOT THAT! anyway, when i first here, what did dasha's mom do? SHE FED ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: CUZ SHES RUSSIAN AND JEWISH! LIKE ME! EXCEPT OLDER! AND SHE LIKES TO FEED PEOPLE! AND EAT PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mer: my mom told me not to eat strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: O YEAH HAHAH no it was cook strangers. STUPIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mer: well at least my FOOTS not SPRAINED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: SHITE. haha funny. like shit, but not. it rhymes with KITE. SHITY KITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mer: goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dasha: buttsbobble&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111334018461526304?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111334018461526304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111334018461526304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111334018461526304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111334018461526304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/04/me-and-mersypoop.html' title='me and mersypoop'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111327822709634257</id><published>2005-04-11T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T20:57:07.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mer</title><content type='html'>Well, nothing new has happened, but Meredith insists that I post, and who can resist the wonders of Meredith. Yup. Everybody. But I'm posting anyway. So, I'm still in awe of Bono. I watched this really long interview with him, and he's just so...COOL. There's no other word for it. He's like the epitome of cool. He and cool are as Johnny Depp and beauty. So, I barely did anything today. First, I sat at my laptop outside while watching Mikey roll around on the ground. Then I went inside, and so did Mikey. Then, Mikey attacked Gizelle, so she went and hid, and I tried to pet her under the couch, but she growled at me, so I chased Mikey, picked him up, yelled at him, and threw him. A lot of you might be thinking animal abuse, but he has such sever ADD that he forgot about it about a second later. So, after wasting a number of hours on my cats, I went back to my computer and finished my Tech Challenge Powerpoint, and then I kinda wasted time doing nothing. After that, my dad and I decided to WALK to Blockbuster. Let me tell you something. It is a very very BAD idea to walk 3 miles when you have a sprained foot. Yeah, I don't even know how I sprained my foot. Actually, I didn't even know you COULD sprain your foot until I did. But anyway, as I was saying, walking 3 miles with a sprained foot is bad. So now, about 3 hours later, I'm lying here on the couch with a limp foot covered in ice packs. Oh holy joy. Tomorrow, hopefully my day's gonna be a little bit more eventful. I mean, I know I should be happy I'm on break, but unlike all my friends who are in Fiji or something like that, I am here, with a grumpy dad and a sprained, limp foot. Tomorrow, first at 9:15 in the morning (Why do people hate me so much?), I have a violin lesson with my emotionless Russian violin teacher. After that, Meredith is coming over and we're watching Little Black Book. Ha. So that should be fun. And then, I'm going over to my Grandma's and sleepin over. That's right, GRANNY AND I ARE HAVIN OURSELVES A SLUMBER PARTAY, SO DON'T COME OVA, CUZ WHEN WE ANGRY, WE LIKE TO MAD BLACK MAMAS. Yes. Oh, and I watched Mean Girls today. Lindsay Lohan....what can I say...gag. But Rachel McAdams is awesome, especially in the Notebook (tear). Well, Mammy's home, and we're gonna go do our daily Buffy-watching siesta thing. Ta all.&lt;br /&gt;-Me, the Dasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111327822709634257?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111327822709634257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111327822709634257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111327822709634257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111327822709634257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/04/mer.html' title='mer'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111320419376517816</id><published>2005-04-11T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T00:23:13.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so cool</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD, I JUST HAD ONE OF THE COOLEST DAYS OF MY LIFE. So, in the morning I had a TECH CHALLENGE MEETING. YAY! NOT. Then, I...TOOK A SHOWER! No, really, guess where I was tonight...dun dun dun...THE U2 CONCERT! God, it was AMAZING. I went with Mary and Meredith, and the opening act was Kings of Leon. They were good, but they didn't even compare to U2. Bono is absolutely phenomenal. He has this amazing voice, and whatever he sang, the crowd just went wild because he's so great. He gave a very touching speech on the death and his relationship with the Pope, and it nearly brought all three of us to tears. Then, Meredith and I texted his campaign ONE and joined, which was really cool. The concert itself was beyond awesome. There was awesome lighting, and the music was perfect, and they played the most touching messages on the screen. Mr. Doerr got us all awesome shirts and hats and bracelets and booklets, and I'm wearing my hat and shirt right now. I think I'm going to have Vertigo and Mysterious Ways stuck in my head forever. Ugh...I WANNA MEET BONO. He is so effing awesome. He is brilliant beyond brilliant beyond wonderful beyond perfect. And his shades are awesome. I mean, I was just looking at him the whole time thinking/saying, "Holy crap. He is so cool. I mean, he just looks and acts so cool, no matter what he does. How come I'm nto that cool? How does he do that? AH." So anyway, I'm kinda tired from jumping up and down on my sprained foot (don't ask), so ta all. And remember: SWINGING TO THE MUSIC, SWINGING TO THE MUSIC.&lt;br /&gt;-Dasha, worshiper of Bono&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111320419376517816?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111320419376517816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111320419376517816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111320419376517816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111320419376517816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-cool.html' title='so cool'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111283558210233656</id><published>2005-04-06T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T17:59:42.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tals</title><content type='html'>A bunch of you have probably been wondering why I haven't had Talia be "Cool Person" of the post yet, so here's my reason. Talia is not a cool person. She is an amazing beyond amazing beyond awesome person. And she knows I love her best of all. Talia and I have been through thick and thin. I don't remember any time in my childhood when I did not know Talia. We first met when I was 2 weeks old and Talia was about a year and a half old. She reached down and rubbed my cheek, and I in turn slapped her nose. Talia burst into tears, while I sat there wondering why she was making so much noise. After that day, Talia and I barely spent time apart. I mean, we both had our commitments, and then we went to separate schools, but we always found time to be together. Mind you, things were far from perfect. Talia and I, as some of you may have noticed, are very different people, but somehow, we still love each other like crazy. In a straight way. When we were in kindergarten/the beginning of grade school, Talia started this habit of trying to be like me. It was very flattering, but oddly annoying. It would go something like this: Mike: Dasha, do you want caviar? Me: No thanks, I don't like caviar. Mike: How about you Talia? Talia: I hate caviar. Mike: No you don't. Talia: YES I DO DADDY. YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING. ...or...Me: Talia, why are you getting cheese? I thought you said you didn't like cheese like me, Talia: I don't. Except this kind. And that kind. And this other kind.&lt;br /&gt;Those were good times. Now, things are a little different. Talia's at Kehillah Jewish High, where she's the new hot thing, and I'm the...dasha...at Casti. She's into hip hop, and I'm into drama. Well I like hip hop too. But you get the picture. She has her own friends who are way different from mine. But even though we practically come from different worlds (except for the whole Russian Jewish thing), we're truly best friends. Whenever I get to hang out with Talia, I get really excited like a totally idiot, but I can't help it. She's absolutely hilarious and fun to be around. She's totally outrageous, it's true, but at the same time she's very maternal and comforting. I think she's given me some of my most valued advice, such as "Never date a guy unless he treats you like a Goddess," and "Only have sex during a war. It's so much more romantic." Talia and I disagree on many counts, it's true, and I don't know if we would become friends if we just met today, but for some reason, ever since that day many years ago, we've been best friends and I hope that will never ever change. Someday, Talia will go to Columbia and become an OBGYN (after which she will obviously deliver my children), and I will go to Oxford and become a...I don't know yet. But till the day we die, Talia and I will be best friends and sisters, and I will love her with my whole heart. And my heart is fat. Very fat. Like Talia. HAH jkjk darling. God, I probably nearly gave you a heart attack there lol. Oh, and good luck with ze Ry man. He eez good boy. Make babies. Get married. Mwah.&lt;br /&gt;-Talia's byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111283558210233656?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111283558210233656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111283558210233656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111283558210233656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111283558210233656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/04/tals.html' title='Tals'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111275108582753284</id><published>2005-04-05T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T18:31:25.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah!</title><content type='html'>Oh god oh god oh god, I have so much damn homework, but I have to finish it before eight today so I can clean up cuz I HAVE to watch Idol. And Scott BETTER get voted off. He's a friggin' girlfriend abuser! And he's scary! Hmph. And now I'm procrastinating, which will give me less time to do homework. Just think...every second I spend on this, I am making myself do homework a whole second faster! Wow. Wow, wow, wow. That's kinda scary. Libby and I did our birth control skits today! Yay! Haha, they're so funny. Libby plays the lady, and I have to play three different contraceptive devices. Yeah, of course I have to be the retarded spong cap spermicide things whatever. And now I'm taking away even more seconds from my homework. I'm really stressing myself out. Damn. And my volleyball team sucks. We lost to...get ready for it...SIXTH GRADERS. Ugh, I wish I was on VB1 with all my friends! I mean, no offence, but I'm better than some of the VB1 people! Ugh, and now I sound like a cold-hearted conceited bitch. But it's true! Okay, gotta go, too many seconds are being taken away from my homework.&lt;br /&gt;-Dashy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111275108582753284?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111275108582753284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111275108582753284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111275108582753284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111275108582753284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/04/ah.html' title='Ah!'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111266802301717663</id><published>2005-04-04T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T19:27:03.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ya</title><content type='html'>Ok, well this weekend was fun. The best part was definitely the end of Saturday. Talia took me to the Kehillah dance, and it was sooo much better than the Casti dances. I danced with two people, and Talia has a new boyfriend, who is very nice, and after giving him my "If you hurt her I'll neuter you slowly and painfully with a wooden knife speech," to which Talia asked "Why wooden?" and Ryan replied, "Splinters," I approved of him, so have many babies and give me one. School is really stressful this week, what with all the tests and projects and volleyball, but I'll get through everything okay. My history project is retarded for a couple reasons which I will not disclose (haha Morgan, Libs). Today, we had nine eighth grade speeches, and it was like a day of emotions. First, Nikki brought me to tears with her speech, and herself, frankly. I love you Nikki, and I'm always there for you. Then, Anan and Annie made me laugh like I haven't laughed in years. They started their speech with "She's blond, she's strong, she's..." Naturally, all of us thought it was a speech about Buffy, so we groaned, but their sentence ended with, "...Amy Klivans!" It turned out to be the most hilarious speech that was ever presented, and I nearly blew my throat and stomach out laughing after the video of Amy going, "If no one liked me, I wouldn't commit suicide," and "I'm not a man! God!" and "I am a woman. I am a real woman." Then Brooke got us all emotional when she told us she was staying at Casti, and ended her speech in tears. God, I don't think I've ever loved anyone as I have my casti girls. You all are amazing--each and every one of you. Moving on from guzzly stuff...Anna and I are singing "What is this feeling?" for the talent show, which should be cool. I like to sing, even though mirrors tend to break in my presence, unline in Anna's, where they are in mirror heaven. Oh, haha, my mom is reading the traveling pants books and she's like totally obsessed. It's so funny. And I just read the third book, which was pretty good. Ok, what's new...I like someone else now...some of you know who, for others, it's up to you to guess. But I gotta go now, so ciao.&lt;br /&gt;-Dashy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111266802301717663?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111266802301717663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111266802301717663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111266802301717663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111266802301717663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/04/ya.html' title='ya'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111240518303435494</id><published>2005-04-01T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T17:26:23.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>katie</title><content type='html'>So, the person of the day for today, April 1st, is sexy man George Bush. Haha April Fools. Me funny. Actually, the cool person of the day is none other than *drumroll*...KATIE MCGEE. So, I remember when I first saw Katie. It was during one of my classes...don't remember which one, but she kept on getting the right answer whenever she raised her hand, and I was like "Damn, this girl is smart!" I had been friends with Steph for a while at the time, and gradually both of us kind of got to know Katie in 6th grade. By the end of the year, the three of us became inseparable. I could tell Katie anything, and though she could be sweet and perfectly nice, she also could listen to anything I had to say and did not act immature or babyish. At the end of last year, we grew apart, and I was devastated. I made many new friends, but none of them could replace my hippo. We talked a lot and eventually worked things out, but by then we had drifted into different groups you could say. We're even in different "groups" now, I suppose you could say, but nothing can really keep me away from her. I have many great friends, but nobody understands me as well as Katie. I may not spend as much time with her during the day as I used to, but still, those moments we spend together are precious to me. It seems to me as though we have this understanding of each other which nobody else can achieve. We've had so many wonderful experiences together, from boyfriends to cupcakes. She's been there for me like no one else has, and I like to think I have too. I think I've had more inside jokes with Katie than with everyone in our whole grade put together. She's incredibly smart, but also hilarious ot hang around with. During class, she's meek as a mouse, but out of class she becomes this wonderful lively amazing girl who has the best laugh on Earth. I've known more than one guy who have fallen for her, and honestly, i don't blame them. Wait, did that sound gay? Well I didn't mean it to lol. Anyway, last time Katie and I had a real blast was at her house. We went to the "Mitchell Park" dance, which turned out not to exist, so instead we went to her house and made cupcakes which turned out to be retarded and weird, and then we watched a Buffy clip where Buffy and Spike are going at it, and Katie's mom thought we were watching porn. It was so much fun. So Katie, come over and we'll do it again! Anyway, here's to Katie--one of the greatest friends I've ever had. May we continue to make spray paint cupcakes forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111240518303435494?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111240518303435494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111240518303435494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111240518303435494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111240518303435494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/04/katie.html' title='katie'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111232492002788355</id><published>2005-03-31T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T19:08:40.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>la</title><content type='html'>K, well this is something I found in my girlio's xanga (girlio=Talia), and it's really sweet. So yeah, if you like it, thank her, not me. I want a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice andbadboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy who hasshaggy hair and lets me play with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll tell me we're likeCoreyandTopanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He'll give me his favoritesweatshirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He'll call me at 3am and ask me what i'm doing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll tell me he couldn't fall asleep because he was thinking about me, and he needed to hear my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**He'll text me every morning before school saying "Have a great day babe I love you!".**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he alwayswhisperssomething sweet in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;He'll take me to a concert to see his favorite band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he wont get embarrassed to tell me he loves me in front of his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I cry he'll tell me I'm too beautiful to and he'll kiss every tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~He'll always make me feel better because he knows the perfect things to say to me~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of his friends will know we're in love because he'll talk about me to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He'll stay up with me all night when im sick*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're walking together he'll stop and pick up a flower and put it behind my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll love everythingabout me and tell me that I'mperfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always end up laughing about silly fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.We wont get mad for making fun of each other because we crack up at every bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if we're a million years old, butterflies will still go crazy inside of me ... Every timehe kissesme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He'll tell me he'd die without me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll surprise me by bringing me over my favorite food when I'm having a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He would think I was beautiful if I dressed so crappy it was classy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we go out for ice cream, he'll put some on my nose …&lt;br /&gt;then I'll put some all over his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we just never stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*he wouldnt be scared to cry in front of me*&lt;br /&gt; --and would hold me when i cry--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.he'll introduce me to his friendsas the coolest girl he’s ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.He'll buy me jewelry and bouncy balls from vending machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would have contests of how far we could spit our gum, or how far wecould jump off a swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll take walks with me in the snow, and we'll catch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TsnowflakesT on our tongues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; .He doesn't even like snow, but I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~He would grab my waist and kiss my neck~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.And we'd always take pictures in photo booths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.He'll let me go places with his mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.We would play tag and not carewhos watching.&lt;br /&gt;.:*We'd kiss in the rain*:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I hear him speak, I'llfall in love  all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a boy who can argue over stupid things with me,and than go totally softwhen I got sad and apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.I want someone who would lay with me outside under the stars.&lt;br /&gt;-Someone who will squirt me with water guns in the house-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we kissed our hips would be pressed together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I wantsomeoneto bethereno matterwhat.. always and forever *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be his everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he'll be even more to me.&lt;br /&gt;*He will love me for always*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tear* I have to go cry now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111232492002788355?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111232492002788355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111232492002788355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111232492002788355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111232492002788355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/03/la.html' title='la'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111207446791687683</id><published>2005-03-28T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T21:34:27.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took some random Quizzes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are an Intense Kisser&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you kiss, it's deep and powerful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't take kissing lightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kisses always have meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they always make your head spin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/kissingstylequiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Your Kissing Style? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr2/intense-kisser.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111207446791687683?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111207446791687683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111207446791687683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111207446791687683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111207446791687683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-took-some-random-quizzes-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111205366398123543</id><published>2005-03-28T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T15:47:43.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wisdom of Meredith</title><content type='html'>Well, yesterday's post seems to have started a tradition. I will now start to include posts dedicated to specific people whom I admire and love. Today's "Cool Person" will be Meredith Harding. Meredith has this unique ability to make everyone laugh. I remember the first time I met her right before sixth grade, I was alarmed at how energetic she is. Sometimes she manages to get on the wrong side of teachers, but they always love her in the end because she is so unbelievable brilliant. Whenever Meredith is in one of my classes, the teacher spends half the time trying to get us to stop laughing. One thing I noticed is that Mer doesn't act as funny as she is to suck up attention from everyone. She just does it because it's in her nature, and that makes her all the more funny. She has the most amazing jazz voice in the world, and she dazzles everyone around when she sings "All That Jazz." Especially when she does it in her Russian accent with the modified lyrics. Meredith also can have the biggest and best attitude in the world. I'm talking to her right now, and she was just telling me about this guy. And I quote...&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91 (3:37:18 PM): he was like "im so bored i'm playing neopets"&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91 (3:37:20 PM): so i was like&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91 (3:37:23 PM): "HAHAHAHA"&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91 (3:37:24 PM): hes like&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91 (3:37:27 PM): "ouch"&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91 (3:37:28 PM): and i was like&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91 (3:37:31 PM): "ur such a loser"&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91 (3:37:55 PM): and he was like "i dont want to talk to people who r mean to me"&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91 (3:38:03 PM): and i was like "..."&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91 (3:38:27 PM): and he was liek "whats that for? did i use too big of words for u?? or r u just stupid?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91 (3:38:54 PM): SENSITVE&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91 (3:38:58 PM): and then&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91 (3:39:28 PM): i said "well, i can be stupid. but mostly not. usually im relativly intelligent. like a fish"&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91 (3:39:41 PM): and he warned me klike 85%R&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91 (3:39:45 PM): *85%&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91 (3:40:45 PM): hes like&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91 (3:40:47 PM): gross&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91 (3:40:50 PM): and &lt;br /&gt;Backkick91 (3:40:50 PM): stupid&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91 (3:40:51 PM): and&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91 (3:40:54 PM): sensitive&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91 (3:40:54 PM): and&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91 (3:40:56 PM): retarded&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91 (3:41:13 PM): ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91 (3:42:07 PM): u need to find me a bf&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91 (3:42:16 PM): im recruiting a load of ppl&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so a bunch of people would either be acting indignant as to how a guy could be so rude to them, or they could stil be arguing with the guy, but Mer? She tells the guy that she is as intelligent as a fish, and hires me as a boyfriend recruiter. I take my hat off to this brilliant, hilarious dimpled girl. Oh and if you meet a hot guy, save him for Meredith, because she feels like getting a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;-Dasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111205366398123543?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111205366398123543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111205366398123543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111205366398123543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111205366398123543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/03/wisdom-of-meredith.html' title='The Wisdom of Meredith'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111198939354934835</id><published>2005-03-27T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T19:23:02.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Anna</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I want to take this chance to write a post dedicated to one of my best friends, Anna P. Anna is by far one of the most intelligent teenagers I know. She never fails to help me with a math problem, or to make me feel bad by easily acing every single one of her classes. But unlike many people, Anna doesn't act overly modest about it, nor does she show her intelligence off. She accepts things as they are and goes along with them. But Anna isn't only brilliant in the area of academics. She is the strongest person I have ever met in my entire life. She is not scared of anyone, and always takes a stand for what she believes in. Anna probably does have one of the biggest attitudes I've ever seen, but though some people may consider this a bad thing, I on the other hand respect her for it. Though it may get scary and intimidating at times (sorry dear), it never fails her in the way that when she sees something she doesn't like, she will fight to change it. Because of this, she is also a great leader, and nothing can stop her from getting what she things is better for everyone. She was president of the eighth grade class early on in the year, and though she was probably the most strict president we've had, she was also the best. She kept every one in line and benifited the class. But most importantly, Anna is an amazing friend. She isn't scared to tell me when she thinks I need to work on some aspect of my personality, or when I'm doing something wrong. I can tell her anything, because I feel comfortable knowing she won't think I am a freak. She might tell me I'm totally retarded or something, but she just listens and tells me honestly what she thinks. She's not one of those people who tell others what they want to hear. She tells them the truth, and for this, I hold her in high respect. She is a very loyal friend and does not go around using people. When she's friends with you, it's not just a little friendly thing. She actually expects trust from you, and gives you the same in return. Anna is also extremely talented. Though she's one of the shortest people in the grade (sorry to rub it in love), her acting and singing skills blow us all away, no matter how tall. She acts with an enormous passion, and her voice is a true gift. Not many people have to go through what she has to go through, but she stands up to every problem she faces straight on. She is the most courageous person I know, and Anna, you are my hero. I love you with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;-Dasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111198939354934835?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111198939354934835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111198939354934835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111198939354934835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111198939354934835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/03/tribute-to-anna.html' title='Tribute to Anna'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111189037265581033</id><published>2005-03-26T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T18:26:12.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!</title><content type='html'>Well, this is a new me talking to you! Actually, not a new me...a new computer...yes, I got a laptop! I never thought my parents would go through with it, but they did, so now I have a brand new Ibook G4! Yes, it's a mac! Can you believe it? My family...using macs! Ya, normally I hate macs, but now that I have a shiny white new laptop, I'm a bit warmer towards them. Ok, so I haven't updated here in a while, so I'll say some new stuff that's been going on. I went to the movies yesterday with Katie, Noah, Noelle, Steph, and Noah's friend Dylan. It was kinda weird, since I was the barrier between Noah and the Casti girls, and truthfully, there should have been someone else sitting in my seat, whom I won't name. We saw "Guess Who?" and even though the trailer looked stupid, the movie turned out to be very good, funny, sweet, all that jazz. My mom almost didn't let me go, because I had Pneumonia, the flu, and Bronchitis for the past two weeks, and I skipped school that day because of a fever, but I wasn't about to desert my friends. Well, I was, but I didn't. The Kehillah dance is next Saturday, and I'm really happy, because Talia and I are going to have a blast, and we're gonna salsa dance the crap out of everyone. So watch out you nice Jewish people! Bet that scared you. Jeff is gonna be there, yay! Even if he is kinda gay...with Saadi...haha. K, well anyway, I gotta go to a nice family dinner thing. Talia, I LOVE YOU! Katie, I LOVE YOU! Anna and Annie: I LOVE YOU! Friends in general: I ADORE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111189037265581033?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111189037265581033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111189037265581033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111189037265581033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111189037265581033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/03/hey.html' title='Hey!'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111130282753892770</id><published>2005-03-19T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T23:13:47.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>Ugh, I feel so gross right now. Yesterday in the morning, I was really out of it and had really low blood pressure, and then we had our first two performances of Joyful Noise. Then I got home, and all of a sudden I got a fever and started sneezing and coughing like crazy. Then this morning, I was better. We had our shows, and I got home and now I feel like utter crap again. Plus, I have loads of homework, and tomorrow I have my CM exam...meh. Anyway, I'm gonna go hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And no, I don't mean suicide, I mean I wish I could sleep forever. Just clearing that up, because people today seem to have an obsession with suicide and depression...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Dashita~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111130282753892770?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111130282753892770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111130282753892770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111130282753892770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111130282753892770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/03/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111093646031730841</id><published>2005-03-15T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T17:27:40.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stuff</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went with Anna and Sara to see the Aviator. I was so, so nervous, but I think things are getting better. I hate losing friends, but getting them back, even if it takes a long time, is absolutely remarkable, so I really hope things will start getting better. I mean, apart from the beginning, we actually started talking...sort of. Moving on, I was listening to "Dancing through Life" the other day. I love that song! It's just...it's tune is so upbeat. We had musicals today, which was fun as usual, and yeah...also, we had our orientations for Community Service day which I'm not going to be at since I have a Joyful Noise performance, but Mr. Capron decided to have me sit in anyway. It was quite entertaining when he started trying to convince us to go to the Rainbow Alliance dance lol. Ok, what else...haha, I'm listening to the part of Dancing through Life where she's talking about the hat, and black being this year's pink. Jubee and I are going to go see Wicked in SF when it comes, and I'm so, so excited! Also, my new Voldie fic got accepted, which makes me happy. It makes my other sappy story look like crap, which it is, but it's fun to write. This new one's really fun though, and Anna and I are going to write it together. We're going to have an HP day, where we go shopping for HP skirts to match our ties, and then we're going to write together, and maybe other stuff, and it'll be fun. Haha Anna, "MAMMARY EXHIBIT A." "Way of the future, way of the future, way of the future." Everyone go see The Aviator. Talichkins I'm so sorry about my mom's phonecall. I feel so hella bad about that, and you know I didn't tell her, right? Ugh...my mom is just special and strange and evil at times, though she can be coolish on occasion lol. Oh God, we finished the Miracle of Life in science today. It's like porn, I swear. First they show two people showing sex, zoomed into the...stuff, in silhouette. And then, we saw a birth up close. Thanks to that video, I have decided to remain a virgin forever (excepting very few special people lol) and never, ever have children. Yes, I am the Jewish nun, and Morgan is the Christian nun who lives in a box. Oh, and everyone, you should all do the CF walk because it's cool! K, I gotta go study for my satanic history test on urbanization crap tomorrow. Plus, rehearsal today...googly moogly bob :(.&lt;br /&gt;-Me, the Dasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111093646031730841?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111093646031730841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111093646031730841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111093646031730841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111093646031730841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-stuff.html' title='New Stuff'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111059272781799165</id><published>2005-03-11T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T17:58:47.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay</title><content type='html'>Well not much new stuff has happened. I talked to Andrew for a while on the phone, and I found out that two of my friends like each other, which is sweet. I really miss Andrew, and he's all sick, and it makes me sad, so as a tribute to him, I'm gonna put a poem by him into here:&lt;br /&gt;2004, by Andrew Reys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004, a year of more, crazed shit than you'd expect,&lt;br /&gt;From marriage rites, of queers in tights, to assholes we elect,&lt;br /&gt;From hotel whores, to desert wars, and things you never knew,&lt;br /&gt;We'll thus recite, this poem in light, of the past year in review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last sequential, presidential, national election was,&lt;br /&gt;A great transgression, and oppression, of democracy because,&lt;br /&gt;The only valid, picks on ballot, clear to even Gary Busey,&lt;br /&gt;Were one, a soaring, tower of boring, and a euphemism for pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steroids, t'would seem, aided the dream, of many baseball stars,&lt;br /&gt;The league may bear, the marring glare, of countless PR scars.&lt;br /&gt;Yet though't appeared, as if thus geared, to be a media blitz,&lt;br /&gt;This drug abuse, can be reduced, to Jason Giambi growing tits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In social news, a little booze, a not-so-priviliged access grants,&lt;br /&gt;To the well-known, and widely-shown, contents of Paris Hilton's pants,&lt;br /&gt;For her one claim, to starry fame, from here to France and China,&lt;br /&gt;Is her hidden, often-ridden, part which rhymes with Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Middle East, still hasn’t ceased, to be a storm of fuck,&lt;br /&gt;We sent some guys, with poor supplies, and now they’re kinda stuck,&lt;br /&gt;So there’s despair, in that place where, civilized life began,&lt;br /&gt;That peace draws near, for to this year, the shit still hits the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope still remains, in desert plains, of strife's last haunting cries,&lt;br /&gt;For I, at least, am rather pleased, with Arafat's demise,&lt;br /&gt;And when he meets, on Heaven's streets, his virgins seventy,&lt;br /&gt;I hope they're queer, and male, and deer, with cocks down to the knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also that year, there was some fear, that gays would want to marry,&lt;br /&gt;But it was fought, with sweat and blood, by people like John Kerry,&lt;br /&gt;And there are those, who stooped to lows, of wanting them all dead,&lt;br /&gt;I say don’t bitch, let ‘em get hitched, so Doug...good luck with Fred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so you know, that is our show, but before we depart,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening, to this glistening, work of literary art,&lt;br /&gt;We bid to you, a loud adieu, farewell, goodbye, so long,&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to roam, back to your home, and partake of your bong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111059272781799165?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111059272781799165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111059272781799165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111059272781799165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111059272781799165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/03/yay.html' title='Yay'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111042806194857521</id><published>2005-03-09T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T20:14:21.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utter crap</title><content type='html'>So not much new stuff has been going on. I GOT A SOLO IN GUYS AND DOLLS and a new scene which is cool crapness. I'm tired as hell, and my bro has mono, and I really which he could give it to me so I didn't have to go through my retarded CM exam. Except the problem with that is i don't exactly wanna exchange saliva with my brother...ew...bad thoughts. Ok lol shutting up now. So I got a new idea for a fanfic, and I just started it, and it's really weird and philosophical, but Anna's helping me out with it which is cool. Oh, Anna and I got Slytherin/Ravenclaw ties haha! Call it obsessive, w/e, I call it passionate. I'm also probably going to hang out with Elke this weekend, which is cool, cuz we haven't gotten together in like five millenia. I think it's millenia...cuz it's not milleniums...so yeah w/e I don't give a damn about grammar. Oh, and my mumsy got me a journal which is cool, and I've been writing in it a lot lately. My journals normally are my obsession for a little while, and then I forget about them, and then I get a new journal, and the cycle repeats. Oh yeah we're learning about sex and stuff in science right now, and it's so hella funny. Our teacher was like showing us graphic pornogrophy on the net lol. And on Friday we're supposedly going to watch a live and detailed birth. Sounds intriguing to me! Yeah...I miss my Talichkins, but she's taking me to the Kehillah dance which is awesome, because I get to ungay some sexy people. Plus I get to see her and give Evan the "If you even TRY to hurt her, I will neuter you slowly and painfully with a dull wooden knife." And on that pleasant note, I will end my life's story as of now. Ta all.&lt;br /&gt;Luv Dashichka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111042806194857521?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111042806194857521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111042806194857521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111042806194857521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111042806194857521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/03/utter-crap.html' title='Utter crap'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111000691148812618</id><published>2005-03-04T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T23:15:11.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah</title><content type='html'>Okay, so to match Talia's xanga and to just get this out:&lt;br /&gt;Tals, I love you so, so much and I haven't had times as great with anyone as I have had with you. I miss you like hell, and I really hope we stay "cousins" forever. You're one of the most amazing and beautiful (inside and out) people I know, and you're the best/funniest person to hang out with. Tony/Simon, recording crap/sounds, obsessing over pics of Jeff, talking about life, dragging David to see the Notebook and counting how many guys look at us on the street...I'll never forget those times. You mean the world to me, and I love you like a mother my chica. Mwah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111000691148812618?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111000691148812618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111000691148812618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111000691148812618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111000691148812618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/03/yeah.html' title='Yeah'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-111000446661731025</id><published>2005-03-04T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T22:34:26.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>So, I just got back from the dance. Big news:...uh, none really. Noah grew his hair, Emily thinks Hrishi's earring is sexy, and Meredith now wears Mel's brothers sweatpants with a leather belt. And she terrorizes males. And runs through tall high schoolers who shouldn't even be at the dance. But yeah, our dances make the guys so shy for some reason. It's like asking a girl to dance is a life or death thing. At the beginning I did the Horah with Julia and Mel and Meredith and Ms. Walter and Ms. Ware, which was fun. We also did the macarena in a line. Haha and then Ms. Walter was like, "Hey guys, I need some spies. I want you to go through that tight group over there. I suspect grinding." So we went, and we're like, "Uh, Ms. Walter, there's a human sandwich...guy, guy, girl." It was hilarious. But anyway, I gotta go get crap ready for the tech challenge. Loves, D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-111000446661731025?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/111000446661731025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=111000446661731025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111000446661731025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/111000446661731025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/03/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110983127826072804</id><published>2005-03-02T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T22:27:58.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>Okay, so today was a pretty normal today...sort of. Musicals was fun, except, as usual, I was totally out of it, so I said "Oh Nathan!" to myself, and I also tried to hug the girl playing Sky because for some reason, I thought she was Adelaide. Anyway, after school, Mel, Anna and I had so much fun. So you know there's that whole thing where you take your month and the day you were born and the year you were born and go head, nose, mouth, chest, which makes you smart, nosy, talkative and caring. Well we invented a new thing. It is now, pot of head, jerk of beef, bear of ted, and beast of sex. I'm Bear of Ted, Bear of Ted, and Pot of Head. So yeah, that was fun. I watched Idol today, but I had to miss it yesterday because of rehearsal, which sucked. That also happened during the Oscars. But anyway, David Brown and some Joe guy were sent home, along with two girls, one of whom was named Aloha, and I think the other was Cynthia Ray...yeah. Well, anywho, at rehearsal yesterday, I kinda got the idea that our play was inappropriate for children, especially when Dexter said, "You guys have to think of a moth and a porchlight, as an addict and drugs." Yeah, special...well anyway, I'm gonna go. Andrew, I hope your throat gets better and I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110983127826072804?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110983127826072804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110983127826072804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110983127826072804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110983127826072804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/03/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110964456024935111</id><published>2005-02-28T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T18:36:00.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea</title><content type='html'>Hahaha...behold, the brilliance of Andrew (brother) and me...or I...I'm not sure...eh, spiff it.&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: hello&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: hey&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: why is your font tiny&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: it's not&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: it's bigger than yours&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: ok&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: liar&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: you're a liar&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: ok&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: nothing you say can ruin my good mood&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: so nyah&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: good mood?&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: good mood&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: pourquoi?&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: got my ancient theory midterm paper back today&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: "one of the few A's"&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: nice&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: yes&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: not a single negative comment and only 2 grammar corrections&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: i am so hot&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: what was it about?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: oh get over yourself&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: you will not rain on my parade, foul creature&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: i shall send thou back to the fieriest depths of hell from whence thou hast come&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: so the topic was&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: How does fear operate tragically in Antigone? Does fear operate similarly (i.e. tragically) in the Apology and Crito, or does it have different political functions in that text? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: wtf?&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: so through a brilliant twist of logic I claimed, successfully I might add, that it was not fear itself, per se, whose manifestation led to the two tragic conclusions&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: but it was rather an absence of fear, in mutliple cases, that made the tragedy inevitable&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: it was a stunning work of immeasurable analytical acumen&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: it's hard to explain the "wtf?"&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: antigone was a play by sophocles&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: and the apology and crito were plato's writings on socrates' defense of the charges brought against him and his dialectic with crito&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: anywya, i got an A hoorah&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: you do know i have absolutely no spiffing idea what you are going on about, correct?&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: correct&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: and you can't use spiffing in that context&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: very well then&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: your poor grammatical abilities make me cringe in despair&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: despair!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i don't spiffing care and i spiffing now i can't spiffing use it here any spiffing way but that's just too spiffing bad because i'm spiffing doing it spiffing anyway&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: spiff off&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: Right back spiffing at you spiffer&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: i think you've been hanging out with too many stupid people&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: that was a spiffing bad insult&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110964456024935111?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110964456024935111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110964456024935111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110964456024935111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110964456024935111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/02/yea.html' title='Yea'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110964412655228685</id><published>2005-02-28T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T18:35:46.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thing</title><content type='html'>Hahaha...behold, the brilliance of Andrew (brother) and me...or I...I'm not sure...eh, spiff it.&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: hello&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: hey&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: why is your font tiny&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: it's not&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: it's bigger than yours&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: ok&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: liar&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: you're a liar&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: ok&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: nothing you say can ruin my good mood&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: so nyah&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: good mood?&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: good mood&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: pourquoi?&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: got my ancient theory midterm paper back today&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: "one of the few A's"&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: nice&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: yes&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: not a single negative comment and only 2 grammar corrections&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: i am so hot&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: what was it about?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: oh get over yourself&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: you will not rain on my parade, foul creature&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: i shall send thou back to the fieriest depths of hell from whence thou hast come&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: so the topic was&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: How does fear operate tragically in Antigone? Does fear operate similarly (i.e. tragically) in the Apology and Crito, or does it have different political functions in that text? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: wtf?&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: so through a brilliant twist of logic I claimed, successfully I might add, that it was not fear itself, per se, whose manifestation led to the two tragic conclusions&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: but it was rather an absence of fear, in mutliple cases, that made the tragedy inevitable&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: it was a stunning work of immeasurable analytical acumen&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: it's hard to explain the "wtf?"&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: antigone was a play by sophocles&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: and the apology and crito were plato's writings on socrates' defense of the charges brought against him and his dialectic with crito&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: anywya, i got an A hoorah&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: you do know i have absolutely no spiffing idea what you are going on about, correct?&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: correct&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: and you can't use spiffing in that context&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: very well then&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: your poor grammatical abilities make me cringe in despair&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: despair!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i don't spiffing care and i spiffing now i can't spiffing use it here any spiffing way but that's just too spiffing bad because i'm spiffing doing it spiffing anyway&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: spiff off&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: Right back spiffing at you spiffer&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: i think you've been hanging out with too many stupid people&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: that was a spiffing bad insult&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110964412655228685?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110964412655228685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110964412655228685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110964412655228685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110964412655228685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/02/thing.html' title='Thing'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110955568392462568</id><published>2005-02-27T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T17:54:43.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La</title><content type='html'>Nothing really new to say as of now. I forgot to say that I got a facial in Calistoga, which was just...ah...it was bliss. I was ready to smother my mother (haha it rhymes) with hugs and kisses, but I didn't...because that would be disturbing...to me and her. I finished my homework today. Well not really. I still need to bring in at least 15 baby pictures of myself. Joy. The dance is on Friday, which should hopefully be better than all the others, which, if you didn't already know, sucked ass. I don't care if I don't get asked to dance. Me and my girls are gonna rock everyone's socks off. So ha. Ha. Ha. Hear me laugh. Moving on...Julia and Julia and I are going to do ACT during the summer again which should be so so so much fun. Taking the train together is beyond awesome. Especially "calling" celebrities and talking about our love lives in relation to theirs. Also, hearing random women scheduling strange waxing appointments is always good. But the best is taking a picture of your friends, but making it look like you're taking a picture of the business man across from you and having him get freaked out and move. That's just great. Yes, good times, good times. Hopefully, we won't be the oldest people in the group this time. Well that would be unlikely, as the group allows people who are up to 19 years old. So yeah, we'll be the youngest I'm guessing. Which is fine by me. Haha Julia: older people=older guys. YAY. That was funny...uh oh. gots to go watch the Oscars...tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110955568392462568?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110955568392462568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110955568392462568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110955568392462568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110955568392462568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/02/la.html' title='La'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110927365298256337</id><published>2005-02-24T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T11:34:12.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone. First note: I will not be able to go online till late on Saturday for mysterious yet unknown reason...bwa ha ha. Second: This is really random, but I remembered something really funny that happened between me and Anna. So we were swearing at each other in French, and then Jenny's like, "Hey guys, how do you say sexy beast in French?" See, in French though, at least up to the point that we've learned, a lot of the times you use an adjective, you actually end up using "of" (de) and a noun. So instead of being beautiful girl, you would say girl of beauty, except we know how to say beautiful, so that would not be the case. But anyway, Anna and I do not know how to say sexy, so we decided to call it "bete du sex" which literally translates to "beast of sex." So yes, that was all very, very funny. Uh...not much new really. I watched Angel yesterday (the episode in Season 1, not the show) and for the millionth time, it kicked some tush. Okey dokey, I will be leaving y'all now. Bubs Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110927365298256337?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110927365298256337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110927365298256337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110927365298256337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110927365298256337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/02/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110923513711087430</id><published>2005-02-24T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T00:52:17.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hm...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so the dance is on March 4! God forbid it will be worse than the last one...I really hope this one's better, though I pretty much know that won't happen. Our dances tend to have this problem where they kinda suck, but oh well. A couple people I know are going, along with practically my whole grade, which makes it more than a couple, but by a couple I meant people out of school, and I am now officially rambling, so I will stop, because rambling is bad and tends to get out of hand with me. And haha I'm reading this hilarious fanfic called "I love...who?" and it's about a bunch of sent love notes which get mixed up, and at the moment, Malfoy thinks Harry fancies him...hahaha funny. Well anyway, overall things are good. Friendship status=as usual, great except for one of them, Family=ok I guess, Love life=a bit weird at the moment, and yes there is someone I like...I think...I dunno. I'm a bit tired right now, as it's 12:30, but I really can't get to sleep. It's been like this for a while now, so most of the time I sneak into the office and read "So I Married a Death Eater" by Cariel, which by the way is an absolutely phenomenal story, and I recommend it to everyone. Go to my favorites section and click Mugglent Fanfiction. I know a lot of you think I am insane with my Pottermania, but really, there is stuff worth reading on there. By the way, thanks a lot Anna dearest for showing me all those lovely fics, and hurry up with yours, I'm getting impatient! Everyone, read "A Fresh Start" by Scarlet Crystal to get some of Anna's lovely writing. The story is amazing. It ties in perfectly with chamber. I won't tell you the title of my story or my username, as I'm not particularly fond of my story, but I think a lot of you--many of you in fact--will be able to guess my username. It's not that hard really. But yeah, Cariel's stories are so good. I think I've cried like fifty times reading them, so READ THEM. Oh and Padfoot Prohibited is hilarious too. it's about Sirius making a list of all the things he was forbidden from doing/tried to do in school. Wow, this is turning out to be a long post...hm, so what else is new. Oh yes, I went into a chatroom today with a bunch of CSU people. Well, that was strange. I was Dasha the husky dog, George the giraffe, and Sam's girlfriend, none of which I ever recall actually being. But yeah, that was intriguing. Oh yes, I need to put in a part of my memorable phone conversation with Talia. You wouldn't understand the subject, but the wit of Talia is greatly displayed here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 9:30 pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: So Talia, did this happen yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: No you buttfu**, it was like 8 HOURS AGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Yeah. Good, funny stuff...haha remember? Shakespeare would totally fu** me if he were alive, never date a guy unless he treats you like a goddess, and only make love during a war--it's more romantic that way. I love you girl, bff! Oh, and if you are scared about Jeff being gay, bring him to me. I will ungay him up for you. Haha that was funny... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounded cheesy didn't it...well I DON'T GIVE A DAMN BECAUSE IT'S TRUE. I love my Talia with all my heart, so piss of all you people who disagree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I really have nothing better to do right now obviously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie, Anna we must bunk together at DC. Happy funness it shall be. I made a rhyme. Go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew, I love you and miss you. Come visit more so I can help you with your comedy thing about the boob size of Giambi or whatever. And the whole Paris Hilton is only wanted for that thing that rhymes with Carolina. Hehe I love you so much!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, Talia, I wish you luck with Evan! And next time you guys go to the movies, I am damn well coming and telling him that if he dares to so much as lay a hand of harm on you, I will skin him alive, boil him, and feed him to my cat...slowly...bwa ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idula, I miss you a lot. I'm still incredibly pissed at you for ditching me at Newman, but oh well, I'll live. hopefully. You have to come over or something. Life is just too goddamn normal without my husband. Hehe remember in Hebrew school? It's raining, and the water that's dripping off the roof is yellow...you know why? I peed on it! I love you dear lol. I still have that ogre picture of you on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pictures on my phone, Annie dear, I will NEVER EVER EVER delete those pictures we took of you in your dad's car. That has got to be some of the funniest shit ever. Oh and Happy Birthday again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna...hmmm...what is there to say besides I love you like a daisy and you love me like a fat boy loves Katie. Oh! You totally stole that from "So I Married a Death Eater." I read that and I was like SO THAT'S WHERE SHE GOT IT. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sashers: I miss you dear. Can't wait until you come on the 18th. Mwah! Oh remember? "And you'll make beautiful children, and then I can have one!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this has got to be one of the longest blog posts I've ever put on here, with the exception of one of the political debates Sara and I had on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara: I highly doubt you will ever read this, but I just wanted to say, I love you and miss you like hell, and I'm sorry for everything and anything I did, even though a lot of the stuff you believe isn't true, but I don't blame you for thinking it...I really hope things will be okay someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that somber note, I bid you all good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110923513711087430?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110923513711087430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110923513711087430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110923513711087430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110923513711087430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/02/hm.html' title='Hm...'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110912386735466540</id><published>2005-02-22T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T17:57:47.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okey Dokers</title><content type='html'>Well, I had this great post which I did with Annie on Saturday, but then I left her house and it wasn't posted sadly. But it was funny. So pretend you read it and laugh your head off. Nothing much is new...Sunday was Annie's birthday, not party, but wish her a happy birthday anyway. I just submitted chapter 12 of my fanfiction yesterday and I'm working on 13, which you guys probably don't want to know. Calistoga is pretty fun and relaxing. I was a little sick but I'm much better, which is nice. Nothing more to say really...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110912386735466540?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110912386735466540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110912386735466540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110912386735466540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110912386735466540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/02/okey-dokers.html' title='Okey Dokers'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110861624265610148</id><published>2005-02-16T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T20:57:22.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>I hate staying home right now. It's just so annoying. It's like...when I get home, all of a sudden my happy world is gone. I know I'm sounding like a whiner right now, but it's just so...argh! My parents never stop fighting, and every so often they start talking about divorce/separation. When I was little I used to try to stop them from fighting and then give up and go to my room and cry. But after a while, I decided that their personal lives were no concern of mine. So I tried to separate myself from my parents. We haven't been close ever since. Whenever I heard a fight coming along, I would slink off to my computer and write. Normally something about a world that I wanted. But now...it just gets to be a bit too much sometimes. I barely tell my mom anything...I never told my dad stuff anyway. My mom does nothing but yell and insult me, and my dad just discourages me and never listens to what I have to say. The only person I can really trust is my brother, but he's normally away at school. I just wish I could still be the girl I was a couple months ago. The girl who could just invent a fairytale world with her writing and sink into it. But now, it doesn't work that way. Reality is just too...real. I try to focus my mind on the future. I tell myself that my parents can go on sorting out their issues, but I need to focus on college and everything else. It's gotten to be so hard lately though. My friends are the only thing that have kept me going, and one of those friends I have recently lost, and getting her back probably won't happen, no matter how hard I try. I can't tell a lot of my friends what's on my mind, no matter how much I love them and no matter how close we are. Sometimes I just feel like screaming and letting everything out, but even that doesn't help...not that I've really tried. I know it's wrong, but what I've tried to do most of all is distance myself from my parents. First thing I do when I get home is go and do homework, then I go write, and maybe talk to some friends. I try to get away from home as often as possible, though I wish I hadn't been brought to this. I'm sure every teenager thinks this, but it feels like everything used to be so perfect, and then around the time I turned eleven, things started going down hill. Not that my parents ever had a great relationship. Even as a little girl, I can remember my parents fighting, and then me going to my room to cry. I would hear one of my parents getting their stuff together, and as I would come out to get a hug, I would get a shove into the wall in response, and then they would go to the otherside of the house, and shortly, I would hear a car pulling out of the garage. Ugh...I know I sound like a teenage drama queen, and that is what I am right now I guess. I just had to get it out somehow. So many of my friends constantly get grossed out when their parents start kissing in front of them, but that's what I dream about. I dream about having a normally household, filled with love. Sure, we would still have arguments, but it wouldn't come down to this. My whole house is glum and depressed. It's not just me who feels like this. My mom is always sulking and sometimes crying. My dad is generally quiet and distant. And me, I'm just in my own little world which I've created for myself. That's what I've been brought to. Creating an imaginary world for myself, because things sometimes got so bad I couldn't handle them anymore. First shout I heard, I would go into my room, light some incense, turn on my Harry Potter tapes, and write. No, it's not tha average person's cure for being depressed. Some people choose to simply sulk. Others choose to cry. Yet others choose to cut. As for sulking, I've tried, but I always force myself to realize that I'm wasting my life. As for crying, I've done enough of it, and if I can help it, I like to keep the tears from coming. As for cutting...please don't be offended by this, but I think it's frankly stupid. I don't see how inflicting pain on oneself will cure one of depression. And I don't even have depression. Like any other person, I just get depressed once in a while, but I try not to let the whole world know about it...which sounds ironic because I am posting a ridiculously long tribute to it on my blog. But anyway, thanks for reading (if you are), but most of all, I would like to thank my friend, the computer, for giving me Word to write in and Blogger to rant in. Ta for now.&lt;br /&gt;-Dasherino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110861624265610148?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110861624265610148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110861624265610148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110861624265610148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110861624265610148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/02/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110840696308996000</id><published>2005-02-14T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T10:49:23.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugger</title><content type='html'>Hello all. Well, I'm still sick, but I went to period one and two today...I left mainly because I had to get another MRI done on my knee, not because I was/am sick. Oh, and by the way, Happy Valentine's Day everyone! I am now officially Anna's valentine. She was so sweet today. So I get to school, and first thing that happens is Anna runs up to me in her little red outfit right by the lockers, gets down on one knee, holds up a pink carnation and goes, "Dasha, will you be my valentine?" and of course I said yes. It was very sweet. Anyway, I had musicals today, which was a bit tough on my voice, but it was fun anywho. We started blocking with lines finally, which was really cool, and Ms Walter is going to give us Brooklyn accent lessons. So woot. My mum took my AIM away, but I'm still going to be on, because she doesn't know about AIM express! I am such a bad girl...but I always clean up and do my homework before I go online...except now, but I'm sick, so that's different. But yes, I will go now, as I have nothing else to say, and feel like reading fanfiction instead of posting stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110840696308996000?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110840696308996000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110840696308996000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110840696308996000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110840696308996000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/02/bugger.html' title='Bugger'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110835836933862157</id><published>2005-02-13T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T21:19:29.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Binger Bonger</title><content type='html'>So, I just got back from my first Joyful Noise rehearsal. I think one thing was clear for all to see...DEXTER FRIGGIN HATES MY GUTS. First he pretended he didn't remember me, then he told me I had read too much and shouldn't read anymore (of the script) even though everyone had read more than me, and yes, it was evil, but Anna and I better read Moth's Serenade together! Hahahah Porch Light, hear my plight, I drink your light like nectar! We practically memorized that poem...not good...so yes. I just read my dad my English project, and he is now amazed at the fact that the English language contains far too many words, most of which are useless synonyms for other words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110835836933862157?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110835836933862157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110835836933862157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110835836933862157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110835836933862157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/02/binger-bonger.html' title='Binger Bonger'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110833184070162546</id><published>2005-02-13T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T13:57:20.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone. I'm in a strange mood right now. I lost my voice again...and my nose is stuffy...aka I'm sick, but I'm still gonna go to rehearsal today, so too bad for you if I get you sick PYT people. I'm feeling a bit dull right now...maybe because I just read a very sad, at least so far, fanfic. Well, I've been like this all day. And I'm not depressed or anything. I just feel...useless...I have a crapload of homework to do, and I'm really out of it, so I'm having some issues with writing Shakespearian sonnets...spelling...reading...talking...thinking...hehe. So yeah, kinda weird. I had my chicken soup though, which is nice, but I'm not very hungry. It was so weird, I took my temperature today, and it said 93.9, so I'm like whoa that's low, so I took it again, and it said 93.9, so I waited a bit and I took it again, and it said 93.9, so I think I'm turning into an amphibian or a reptile. If I had to though, I would definitely not be a frog, because we dissected frogs at school, and if I had those insides I would die, but I think I would be a chameleon. I mean it would be so awesome to change colors...no need to spend money on 3 different colors of the same shirt, you just change your skin instead. As you can see, I am heading towards insanity here, so bear with me. And now my foot is starting to fall asleep, and it's vibrating for some reason, and now the desk is vibrating...but then this is probably just me being insane. Hm...what else do I need to ramble about...my deadly history essay? Nah, too depressing...my English assignment? Well that's not so bad since I finished it. I chose choice number four, so I wrote two sonnets as though I were Tybalt ranting about Romeo's presence at the Capulet ball...evil, evil Montague...ok I'm done ranting about English. Oh! More news: Green Day isn't playing in Cali AT ALL! Sooo unfair. Tina broke the news to me today...very very sad news...but at least she gets to go, so I'll make her tell me all about it...ow, I just got a sudden headache. Damn, I hate these...arg...and now it went away...and now it came back...and boy do I need to get out of the house except I can't because I have a ton of homework and then rehearsal but I am insane so that makes homework really hard so I don't know what to do and GAH. Ok. I'm done. Not really though. I will go continue to rant to my cat. Ta.&lt;br /&gt;-Dasha the Insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110833184070162546?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110833184070162546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110833184070162546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110833184070162546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110833184070162546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/02/blah_13.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110825444692923929</id><published>2005-02-12T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T16:27:26.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuppers</title><content type='html'>So, I just got home from Starbucks, where we had our symbolic "after the last saturday show group trip to starbucks." The show went well, and unlike yesterday we had a sold out show, instead of a show with 15 people in the audience. Bad news...I'm getting sick. Ugh. I had a sore throat this morning, and then it went away, but now it's coming back, and I still have to sing for AWAH today again. So yeah. Meh. Anywho, I have a ton of homework, some of which I don't know (FRENCH) as I missed two classes this week. I have no idea how I'm going to get that done...we're starting our blocking for musicals on Monday, which should be very fun, as we're finally going to be able to move on from singing to talking. Hm...what else is new...nothing else is new...ok, well that means, I will go and get started on that homework...ugh...leaving now...soon...not...homework...&lt;br /&gt;-A very disgruntled Dasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110825444692923929?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110825444692923929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110825444692923929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110825444692923929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110825444692923929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/02/yuppers.html' title='Yuppers'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110819325657950661</id><published>2005-02-11T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T23:27:36.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's...FRIDAY!</title><content type='html'>So yay, just got back from Arts with a Heart where Hanna, Julia and I got to show off our sexy silk teal shorts which go up about 2 feet above our belly buttons, plus our whole army outfits...twas fun, twas fun, and some of the dances were amazing. Anywho, due to having two plays today, along with a singing performance, by voice feels like getting lost right now, so I'm sitting here drinking herbal tea and writing. Which is nice. And soothing. The Rikki performances went well, despite our lack of audience. Anna and I went back to school after, where I had science for about 5 minutes, and then it was off to Ms Walter's office to do our reading of her play, which was, by the way, absolutely hilarious. Her adaption of Rapunzel is just awesome. Plus, Diane was amazing at the part. "Men, or homo sapiens are the most vicious of all woodland creatures. They will kidnap women without second thought and force them to clean, cook, and wait on them hand and foot. Then after a long time, they will leave their women to find a younger and more attractive woman, leaving you...TO DIE!" I don't remember the quote exactly, but it went something like that...yeah...funny funny. So yes, after that, I went home for a bit, TRIED to take a nap, but unfortunately, I was in the house with my mother and brother, which makes naps impossible. Then, my brother literally threw me out of bed, made me change into my sexy costume *cough*, and then we drove to Casti, which took about 45 minutes due to traffic (not in the Shakespeare sense...English people, you  get what I mean). Then, I got there, ripped my tights, borrowed Hanna's...lent Anna my pink shirt...we performed, where our sound got cut off in the middle, which was a bit strange-sounding. But yes, overall, the show was good, so now we can hopefully build another school in Africa...plus we have tomorrow's show, and then the money we make will be doubled, and then sent to Save the Children. Oh and btw, those guys from Eastside really know how to dance! And the girls too. It's so funny, you can totally tell the difference between the Casti and Eastside girls. We're so preppy compared to them, it's a bit sad (for us). So here I am now, at home, I just had Indian food, and my voice is deadish, but I'm happy...just exhausted. Oh by the way...FACT OF THE DAY: A MALE KANGAROO IS CALLED A BOOMER. SOS people esp Andrea COUGH, you sense the double meaning, no? Haha Andrea that was so funny...we're boom buddies! We go boom! Okey dokey, anyway, my brother wants the computer...I want my bed...so I will be leaving now. In the wise words of Mel and Parisa: Long live Kurt Cobain, and beware of bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;-Bisous, Dasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110819325657950661?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110819325657950661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110819325657950661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110819325657950661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110819325657950661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/02/itsfriday.html' title='It&apos;s...FRIDAY!'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110810274221618422</id><published>2005-02-10T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T22:19:02.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah...</title><content type='html'>Wow, a very interesting day today...so things were normal for most of the day, and then, some weird things happened, and then I felt like an evil person, and then I felt like a better person, so yes, it was all very strange. I hope you enjoyed my friends' wonderful post earlier...except now, even though this post is about 3 sentences long, I gotta go to dinner. I'll post later today though. Mwah! -The Dashinator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110810274221618422?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110810274221618422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110810274221618422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110810274221618422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110810274221618422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/02/yeah_10.html' title='Yeah...'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110808139210801291</id><published>2005-02-10T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T16:23:12.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ze Casti Gerls</title><content type='html'>Ok, so the moment you've been waiting for...I'm here with...ANAN, ADRIENNE, NICOLA, MEL, AND MEREDITH! So now, I'm going to pass the keyboard onto them and let them say a few words;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel: howdy partners! it's elmo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i luv this song! dodododododododo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEREDITH: HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im so funny. even dasha thinks so. so U SHOULD TOO! dasha and i bond over things like bitchy 10 year olds. who are evil. if u want to be evil to her ask me for her sn or dasha. me first. backkick91 so IM ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Hola !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anan: I'm not saying anything. I'm miming typing. meredith is actually typing. MUHAAAAAAAA-Nikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrienne: Commenting on everyone else's posts; Wow.   Some people have been sneaking into their mom's medicine cabnets -cough- Meredith -end cough-  Anyways, my sn is Adrio83.  I always like new stalkers.  If I block you don't be offended.... much.  Knowing the people Dashita hangs around with... -stares at you-  Anyways, Flash Animation calls for me.  Bai. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110808139210801291?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110808139210801291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110808139210801291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110808139210801291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110808139210801291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/02/ze-casti-gerls.html' title='Ze Casti Gerls'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110800109252571968</id><published>2005-02-09T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T18:04:52.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired but better</title><content type='html'>Okay, well, I feel better today! Except I'm so, so tired. Five hours of sleep for the past couple months...it's beginning to add up. I always feel like collapsing, or just closing my eyes on the spot, but obviously, since most of my time is spent in school, none of those "actions" are options. I have a pretty big school work load right now. Math test on Friday, history essay due Friday, big English project due Monday, AWAH perfomances on Friday and Saturday night, Rikki tech rehearsal on Thursday evening, then performances on Friday and Saturday morning, music on Sunday morning, AWAH dress rehearsal which I probably have to skip on Thursday evening, plus CM exams coming up, and yes, I think that's it...oy vey. Ah well, I'll stop moaning like an annoying moaning person and deal. So yes...chapter 11 still has not been approved or rejected, which is very frustrating, but it's a very exciting chapter full of Meredith's wonderful schemes and ideas! I also made it about twice as long as a normal chapter. We're reading Romeo and Juliet in English right now, which is very fun of course. I absolutely adore Shakespeare, plus acting, therefore acting Shakespeare is very enjoyable for me. Guys and Dolls is also getting really fun. I really wish I had gotten Sky, but Nathan's fun too. He just barely has anything to sing, but ah well, all's good. Well I better get started with my devoirs, so tata! Oh, and Anna: Bes-toi. Petasse! hahahaha. Okay, leaving. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110800109252571968?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110800109252571968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110800109252571968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110800109252571968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110800109252571968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/02/tired-but-better.html' title='Tired but better'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110792842896730514</id><published>2005-02-08T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T21:53:48.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh Bleh Nyeh</title><content type='html'>Well, guess what people...I am a bitch! That's right. And not in a "i just turned into a dog" way or in a "i'm someone's bitch" way. In a "Oh god i am so mean" way. I won't elaborate right now...or ever...in public, but yes, just wanted to clarify that. So yes...just had Rikki rehearsal...did I already mention that I was a bitch? So yes, nothing else new at all. I watched Idol a bit...should be a good season. Well I have absolutely nothing else to say except to emphasize the fact that I am a...SAY IT WITH ME PEOPLE...bitch. And NOT proud of it. Okay, you must all beat me when I see you next. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110792842896730514?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110792842896730514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110792842896730514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110792842896730514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110792842896730514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/02/meh-bleh-nyeh.html' title='Meh Bleh Nyeh'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110783140204241455</id><published>2005-02-07T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T18:56:42.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha</title><content type='html'>And yet another funny thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91: i dont have any graph paper&lt;br /&gt;Backkick91: so i had to find some on the internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the wit of meredith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110783140204241455?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110783140204241455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110783140204241455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110783140204241455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110783140204241455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/02/hahaha.html' title='hahaha'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110783125892697952</id><published>2005-02-07T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T18:54:18.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha</title><content type='html'>Something I thought was kinda funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: you know, sometimes i just don't understand you men&lt;br /&gt;WinsloW182: yeah&lt;br /&gt;WinsloW182: we're difficult&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: very&lt;br /&gt;WinsloW182: almost as bad as girls&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: nah, you can't get to that level&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110783125892697952?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110783125892697952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110783125892697952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110783125892697952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110783125892697952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/02/haha.html' title='Haha'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110782867478430258</id><published>2005-02-07T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T18:11:14.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Andrew</title><content type='html'>Yet another wonderful conversation between my dear brother and I:&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: hey&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: yo&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: sup homie G&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: que pasa&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: uh&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: moi bien gracias?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: except not&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: shii foo, aint nothin goin on&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: because i banged my head ad back yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: during rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: so now, PAIN&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: how you happen to do that&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: attempting to do a gymnastics move&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: nice&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: &lt;br /&gt;check out my profile&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: uh&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i dont get it&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: it's a reply from my professor&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: i sent him a conceptual outline of my thesis paper&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: that was his reponse&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: it was very encouraging :-)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: want me to send it to you?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: its it good?&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: is what good&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: the paper, dolt&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: i havent written it yet&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: what i sent him&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: oh...&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: is you routline&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: right&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: smart me&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: was my idea and the logic around it and what i'm trying to say&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: what subject?&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: not even the outline..a conceptual outline&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: umm, kinda hard to answer what subject&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: is this the good looking teacher?&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: yes&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: haha&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: the only class i have without him is my comedy one&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: oh&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: do you like him though?&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: yeah, actually&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: besides being totally hot&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: he's an excellent teacher&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: and a really smart and funny guy&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: actually&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: he really reminds me of myself&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: you mentioned that&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: lol&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: like the jokes he makes are jokes i would make&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: and the way he acts&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: very dorky and kinda lost half the time&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: very you!&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: i agree!&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: i think we even look alike, kexcept he's taller&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: well&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: that's not a very difficult feat to achieve :-)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: i know&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: but like, he's a good height&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: like 6 6'1 something like tat&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: nice body too ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: andrew, if you want to talk about your feelings, i'm all ears, or in this case, eyes....&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: haha&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i know how it can feel to be pressured by society into thinking that homosexuality is a bad thing&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: yeah, i have a crush on him&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: oh good!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i'm glad you're so open!&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: hey&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: double the options ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: what&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: nechevo&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: eto pravelna nechevo&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: dura&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: :-(&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: predurak&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: hehe&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: predura&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: is that a word?&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: well then shush&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: ubyu&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: nyet&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: nyet? a kak ti mena ostanovish?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: uh...&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i'll get back to you on that&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: eto pravelna&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: da&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110782867478430258?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110782867478430258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110782867478430258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110782867478430258'/><link rel='self' 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I think I damaged my kidneys...I was trying to do this move where I reach backwards against the wall and grab my ankles, except I slipped on my pants, and my head banged into the floor, and I banged the place right where my kidneys supposedly are. So yes, pain. My costume is very interesting. I hate wearing leotards and haven't had to do so since I quit rhythmic which was about 2 or 3 years ago. My Chuchundra costume is pretty cute though...I get a furry shirt, and a tail, and little ears, and I might put whiskers on, which I think will be funny. I know my lines now completely, which is good. So yes, not much new stuff going on still. I've been listening to my Phantom CD which is just absolutely amazing, as was the movie. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110775686830590153?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110775686830590153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110775686830590153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110775686830590153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110775686830590153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/02/yupidoo.html' title='Yupidoo...'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110773326348342167</id><published>2005-02-06T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T15:41:03.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So....</title><content type='html'>Not much new has been going on...Andrew came home for a bit today, and yes, get ready for it...he brought my CD! So yes, good job Andrew! I didn't do much so far today...violin lesson (ugh), a bunch of writing, some photoshop, reading, running, thinking, talking...&lt;br /&gt;Oh how wonderful and interesting is the mystery that is my life. I know.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I think that was bad grammar...eh whatever. I am not in the mood or the position to work on my grammar, because grammar is school, and all schooly things are evil. But anyway, not much has been going on, as I think I already said. I'm working on chapter 11 of my fic...hopefully that will get good reviews. Still having major friendship issues, or rather, one major friendship issue which will probably never be solved, but I'm trying anywho. I know I've said this oh, about a million times, but I'm going to say it again. To all those wonderful heroes who I call friends: Each and every one of you is amazing person. My life would shrivel up without you, and you bring joy to me every time I hear your voices or see you. You are all the most compassionate, intelligent, interesting and trustworthy people I have ever met and will ever meet. You are all my heroes, and I love you to death. Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that I've been sweet and loving, I'm going to post a poem which I think I've already posted up here, but I like it anyway. It's evil, but I like it anyway, even if I did kinda steal part of one of the lines from an Offspring song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the prospect’s black and bleak&lt;br /&gt;Only I know where to seek&lt;br /&gt;I have money, I have style&lt;br /&gt;What I lack I make up in denial&lt;br /&gt;For me the power’s outside and in&lt;br /&gt;And nothing I do is considered a sin&lt;br /&gt;I am wicked, it is true&lt;br /&gt;I know how to cast and brew&lt;br /&gt;All you angels sleeping sound&lt;br /&gt;Skipping on the dainty ground&lt;br /&gt;You know nothing of the great&lt;br /&gt;Strength which I can levitate&lt;br /&gt;From the Wicked, you do cower&lt;br /&gt;You are hidden from my power&lt;br /&gt;I can squash you with closed eyes&lt;br /&gt;It is I, as Goddess, who will arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I obviously wrote it as a tribute to the four, but none of you know what I'm talking about except maybe 3 of you, one of whom is not reading this. And by the way, the Offspring part is "I make up in denial," which I think is from "Pretty fly for a white guy" but it might be from Original Prankster or Bad Habit. Eh, I don't know, whatever. Okay, mumsy is calling me to go eat, so eat I shall. Toodles from the Dster/Dashinator/Dashafy/Dasherino/Mrs. Dash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110773326348342167?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110773326348342167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110773326348342167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110773326348342167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110773326348342167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/02/so.html' title='So....'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110767313345070990</id><published>2005-02-05T22:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T22:58:53.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yadayadayada</title><content type='html'>Hello all, it is I, Dasha, obviously, as this is my, Dasha's, blog, and you are reading it, because you love me, as all people do. I finished my homework today, so yay, except I still must study for my dear ol' French test. I'm also proud for running 3 miles on the treadmill today! Yes, go Dasha. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Hung out at Talia's last night through this morning. We went to the Benjaminsons where Talia and I watched Sex in the city with David. I'd never actually seen that show up till yesterday night. Dress rehearsal for Rikki tomorrow. Should be fun! I have a leotard with sweats over it, and then I have to take those sweats off, put other ones on top, and put a shirt over the LONG-SLEEVED leo. Not cool. At all. Yeah...Andrew's coming tomorrow, which is cool, and you better bring my CD dammit! So yes...Morgan, I will kill your blog, because it is evil and has inappropriate content in it. Also, you will never, NEVER, EVER convince me to like football, so HA! Ok, well I have to go, or else I will flood my bathroom with the aroma therapy bath I am filling up. Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110767313345070990?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110767313345070990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110767313345070990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110767313345070990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110767313345070990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/02/yadayadayada.html' title='Yadayadayada'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110767265783612291</id><published>2005-02-05T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T22:50:57.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blahs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110767265783612291?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110767265783612291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110767265783612291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110767265783612291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110767265783612291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/02/blahs.html' title='Blahs'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110756274133556823</id><published>2005-02-04T16:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T16:19:01.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>I'm in a better mood today. It's sooo awesome to have friends around...I love you guys so damn much! Anyway, done with my emotional moment now...&lt;br /&gt;Anna and I might go to the Lacy dance today if all works out well, which is cool. Jubee and I didn't win for athletic, but that's because some sevies won, since they have more people in the grade. Ah well, don't really care. Writing the speech 5 minutes before we had to give it was fun though! Well, I gotta go do stuff now if I want to make it to the dance tonight...je vous aime mes amis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dashy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110756274133556823?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110756274133556823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110756274133556823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110756274133556823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110756274133556823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/02/blah_04.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110756238127171705</id><published>2005-02-04T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T16:13:01.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110756238127171705?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110756238127171705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110756238127171705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110756238127171705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110756238127171705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/02/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110748325994433352</id><published>2005-02-03T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T18:14:19.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah...</title><content type='html'>Well.&lt;br /&gt;You know how I'm never sad or depressed?&lt;br /&gt;And if I am, I never tell people?&lt;br /&gt;Well, MEH!&lt;br /&gt;I am sad and depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Except not the kind where I go around cutting and telling everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I lost a good friend today.&lt;br /&gt;Not as in death.&lt;br /&gt;But as in they hate my guts.&lt;br /&gt;For something I did not do.&lt;br /&gt;Several things actually.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't blame them for not believing some stuff I said.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it was true.&lt;br /&gt;But if they read this.&lt;br /&gt;Which is unlikely as they have blocked me.&lt;br /&gt;I want them to know that I miss them, care about them, and love them.&lt;br /&gt;(In a good way.)&lt;br /&gt;Even if they never forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;For stuff I did not do.&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day I came close to crying ever since 5th grade actually.&lt;br /&gt;So yes.&lt;br /&gt;Very sad.&lt;br /&gt;Am in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;Other people think I am bad now.&lt;br /&gt;Because they think I did things I did not do.&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Must go.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;br /&gt;-A very distressed D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110748325994433352?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110748325994433352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110748325994433352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110748325994433352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110748325994433352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/02/yeah.html' title='Yeah...'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110731333006499433</id><published>2005-02-01T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T19:02:10.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My...aim...won't...WORK</title><content type='html'>I am MAD. My AIM won't sign on as me, and it is sad. It will let me sign on under many other screen names, but NO, not kneazle. Stupid, prejudiced dumb thing...oh wait! It worked! Just now! Yay me! Except it worked wrong...because now it says no one is on...which cannot be possible...as cellphones cannot sign off...but wait...IT WORKED...WOOT! But, alas, NO! It won't let me IM ANYONE. WHY ARE COMPOOPERS SO EVIL?! *Bangs computer against various solid objects. Throws computer out window.* Okay, I'm TRYING to sign on again. I think it might not work though, since my computer is now outside and banged up. And NOW, it randomly closed itself on me. So I'm trying AGAIN. Wait...I THINK IT WORKS!&lt;br /&gt;O...M...G...I am pissed off. Why are my supposed friends blocking me and not talking to me at school?&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway. My life:&lt;br /&gt;Academic Life: Pretty good&lt;br /&gt;Social life with friends: All good except for one terrible exception&lt;br /&gt;Love life: A bit confusing...not bad though&lt;br /&gt;Extracurricular life: Good&lt;br /&gt;Family life: Uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110731333006499433?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110731333006499433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110731333006499433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110731333006499433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110731333006499433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/02/myaimwontwork.html' title='My...aim...won&apos;t...WORK'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110704003327529978</id><published>2005-01-29T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T15:07:13.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annie et Moi...</title><content type='html'>pooky lives on: I am cheese. Fear Me.&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: OH NO.....&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Oh Yes&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i am full of fear.&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: I'm glad!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: For the evil cheese is near&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: True, so true!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: Oh, do you have the four by the way?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: We must kill off BLANK! MUAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: No....&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: I have nothing..&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: Oh poop&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: But go ahead and kill kill kill!&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: And torchure&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: I have some of it, but I don't think I have the whole thing so far...&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: (sp?)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: I feel evil....MUAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: torture&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: That is one weird word!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: I know...it SHOULD be torchure&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: but no, it just HAS to be torture&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Really. It should.&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Lets make it torchure&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: From now on...&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: It is TORCHURE!&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: indeed&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: we are evil geniuses&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Woohoo and Double Woot Squared!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: No...cubed!&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: (Thats the smart part? :-P)&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: !!&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: I mean.. *!&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: AHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: Annie...&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: My computer is taking over the world!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: YOU HAVE THE SPELLING BUG&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Its quite upsetting...&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: And HUH?&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Bug? I am not a bug...&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: or not&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: you have...&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: THE COMPUTER BUG&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: I am a cheese...&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: oh no...&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: A poor little cheese...&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Oh no?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: TAKE IT AWAY&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: THE EVIL CHEESE&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: I understand not?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: IT IS SCARY&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: AH!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: I FEAR IT&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: AH HA!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: noooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Fear me, if you dare!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: the PAIN&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: BWA HA HA!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: it BURNS&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: it SCREAMS&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: I am... (dun dun dun) the CHEESE!&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: lol&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: =-O&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: guess what...&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: :-P&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: What?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: I'm done with my homework!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: woot yay&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: I'm 1/2 way done!&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: lol&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: oh, by the way, anna has invented a new miraculous word&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: it is....&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: I just have some history&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: QUIBBLE BOB&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: What does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: But I like it anyway!&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Um... Great.... &lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: I Boo Hiss it&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: Noooo&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: lol&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: the quibble bob has powers the which the cheese knows not...&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: btw, do you want me to email you the four which i have?&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: The Cheese shall TORCHURE you for saying that!&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: BWA HA HA!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: uh oh&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: And sure&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: okeydokey&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: it's 38 pages long&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: :-)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: yay and woot&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Long Long!&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: The sky is singing....&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Oh dear... :-(&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: is that bad?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i think it's bad...&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Boohoo... Double Woot and tears...&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: :-(&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: :-(&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: oh bother&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Save us from the sky!&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: AHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: it is coming to kill the CHEESE and QUIBBLE BOB&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: *cheese runs away screaming*&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: *quibble bob bounces away singing "quibble quibble"&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: *eats quibble bob* :-)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: :-(&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: lol&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: harumph&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: *is quite evil and scary. rather mad*&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: est-ce que tu aimes mon profile?&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Je ne sais pas....&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: regarde!&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: D'accord!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: merci...:-D&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: C'est tres simple...&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: mais, c'est amusant, non?&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Oui :-)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: j'ai vu becoming part 1 et 2 aujourd'hui&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: :-)&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: J'adore becoming!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: parce que je n'avais pas quelquefois que je voulais faire.&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Mais au'jourdui (excuse the spelling) je n'ai pas season deux&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: pourquoi?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: ou est-il?&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: avec emily&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: I sold it to her :-P&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: ah, oui!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: et tu ne l'achete encore?&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Je vais acheter le season deux, mais....&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: C'est trop cher :-(&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: mais oui...:-(&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: mais oui....&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: je vais acheter ca pour ton anniversaire!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: c'est quand?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: fevrier, non?&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Oh! Merci beaucoup!&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Oui, le 20 fevrier!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: oui!&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: :-)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: je peux acheter ca pour toi!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: brb..&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: k!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: je suis retourne!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: youppi!&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: WOOPI!&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Like a cushin!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: cushion....&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: :-)&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Cushin&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: ok fine&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: God Dasha....&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: lol&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: it's cushin now&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: and your name is annee&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: I am right. Anyone who disagrees is stupid&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: exactly&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: And my name is Pushkin&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Pushkin Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: oh he was a famous russian writer!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: pushkin!&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Really?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: yep!&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Who would have guessed!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: and poet&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: from the 1800s&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: I'm a Cheese&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Sorry to burst your bubble&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Oh, and btw..&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Pooky Lives On!&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: HEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHE *runs away laughing like lunatic*&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: BLEH&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: AND MEH&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: AND NYEH&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: What for?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: I see a little silhouetto of a man&lt;br /&gt;Scaramouch, scaramouch &lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: yay&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: What has earned Meyiness? Scaramouch?&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: I understand not&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: not&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: not...&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: not not but not&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Of course. Not.&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Not?&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Fear Not. Except of the Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Is Dasha ignoring me?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: yes&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i am&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i am ignoring you&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Stupid Quibble Bob&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: HEAR ME IGNORE YOU&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: no, anna is quibble bob&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: and i am still ignoring you&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: I shun you with my shunning powers!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i feel shunned now&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: And FINE! BEEEEE that way!&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: I'm leaving!&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: :-P&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: No, but really.... Really needing a shower right about now....&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: no no no!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: don't be bad...&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: As a side note, however, maybe you could come over next Friday, if I can get out of soccer....&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: oh! oh! oh!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: YAY!&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: *crosses fingees and toessees*&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: HAPPY HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: if you want&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: actually&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: :-)&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: What?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: anna and i might go to the movies tonight, so you can come too!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: if you can&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: except anna might not go&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: lol&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: but she might&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: so i dunno, but you can!&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: I actually think my grandma is coming tonight or something...&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: plus mes devoirs, which I must finish&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: oh right&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: go now&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: work&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: and get squeaky cleane&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: (history is huge since no one wants to help me... :-(  )&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: cheese person&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: :-(&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: evil people&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: :-(&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: yes, cheese&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Evil&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Like ham&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: yes, ham is very evil&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Must clean, but I'll see you on monday... and possilby the Fry day (where we shall cook the hams!)&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: YAY&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: okey dokers&lt;br /&gt;pooky lives on: :-) Byes!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: toodles cheese&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110704003327529978?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110704003327529978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110704003327529978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110704003327529978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110704003327529978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/01/annie-et-moi.html' title='Annie et Moi...'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110702950107710368</id><published>2005-01-29T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T12:11:41.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh!</title><content type='html'>lalalala...nothing new has been going on. Anna was over yesterday, as most of the world most likely knows by now. She got the most adorable haircut yesterday, so you all must see it. I've been practicing G&amp;D lines too, because really there is nothing else to do, and look, I just made a rhyme! Okay, I'm feeling delirious...I need some coffee. Ugh...I slept in too much today. I just got up about half an hour ago, and I'm still in my PJs :). Oh, I forgot to mention this...MY BROTHER BROUGHT BACK MY WARNING CD! He's had it for about 4 years now, ever since he gave it to me (and took it away) for my 9th or 10th birthday. Uh...not much else has been going on...my story has been updated up to chapter 10, and I'm working on chapter 11...Meredith gave me a great idea, which I'm finding a bit hard and disturbing to put into words, but at least it will provide my story with a bit of excitement. So yeah, that's actually all I have to say for now, which is not much, so I'm gonna go get myself some coffee if I want to live through the day...love y'alls! ~Dashy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110702950107710368?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110702950107710368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110702950107710368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110702950107710368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110702950107710368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/01/meh.html' title='Meh!'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110697633771784896</id><published>2005-01-28T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T21:25:37.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A glamourous tale brought to us by Anna big quibble bob&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: once upon a time there was a FATAsS  monekuy&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: monkey&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: he never heard the word EW &lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: until ONE DAY... a little chick named burby came over and poked his quibble bob&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: but wait! there's MORE!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: want to hear it?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: *laughs out loud*&lt;br /&gt;WinsloW182: yes&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: ohkay.&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: so his quibble bob bounced around, then fell off&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: and guess WHAT&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: there is... LESS&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: and then&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: a new quibble bob hopped along and RAPED THE MONKEY&lt;br /&gt;WinsloW182: in the ass?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: YEAH&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: cuz it's a bOY moneky, n'est-ce pas?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: FRENCH&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: oOo&lt;br /&gt;WinsloW182: that's the best way&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: but GEUSS WHATIE?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: there's MORE&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: wanna hear?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: (Btw this is still ALL anna)_&lt;br /&gt;WinsloW182: ok&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: do you crap in the stall or the sink?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110697633771784896?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110697633771784896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110697633771784896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110697633771784896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110697633771784896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/01/glamourous-tale-brought-to-us-by-anna.html' title=''/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110697365790089883</id><published>2005-01-28T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T20:40:57.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh</title><content type='html'>this is anna. pretending to be dasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dasha: i would like to thank the beautiful goddess of sex, anna, for helping me w/ the HTML on teh template of this website. since she is so FUCKING HOT, i will promptly hand over dan radcliffe teh minute he meets me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwah. the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110697365790089883?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110697365790089883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110697365790089883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110697365790089883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110697365790089883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/01/bleh.html' title='bleh'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110697306374151619</id><published>2005-01-28T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T20:31:03.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna and Dasha...the premiere! Come see them at the strip club today!</title><content type='html'>Anna: Hock. Welcome to the Show. Quibble blob. Oob. Nice to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: (ANNA typed that word! isn't she cool? isn't her IQ so high?!) (and guess what else? anna typed those other words too? i mean, WOW.) okay so hi. this is us. us is we. we are as us. and having fun. --&lt;br /&gt;Anna, interjecting: Yin yang! Oob.&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: i'm molesting anna's back.&lt;br /&gt;Anna: MM. tasyness. or tastiness, i don't like tasers. they scare me. want to know why? well i'll TELL YOU so don't freak out or anything! i don't like them because... they are taser-iffic! ifffic. oob.&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: guess what you get when you put a b infront of oob...&lt;br /&gt;Anna: gee, i don't get it dasha. could you maybe EXPLAIN IT to me?&lt;br /&gt;(pause)&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: you get baloob. because i didnt say you put only b in. i said b. WHICH MEANS I CAN PUT OTHER STUFF IN TOO. SO MUAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;(pause)&lt;br /&gt;Anna: you can't win in this world. just say it, dasha. you want my body.&lt;br /&gt;(pause)&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: i want my body.&lt;br /&gt;Anna: i like that in a woman.&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: enya is one sexy piece of man.&lt;br /&gt;... (pauseiness)&lt;br /&gt;Anna: like MENOPAUSE! ha ha ha. no seriously. get your cheek off my cheek, if you *know what i mean.* &lt;br /&gt;Dasha: did you know that FOM pillows are multitaskable? yeah, they can be boobs AND buttcheeks.&lt;br /&gt;Anna: we discovered that today. for a more extensive list of the uses of the FOM pillow, contact anna. or dasha. more importantly anna, because she is so much cooler.&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: guess what...&lt;br /&gt;Anna: what?&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: CHICKEN ASS!&lt;br /&gt;Anna: oob! ha ha ha. ahh. ahhhh. aaahhhhhh... oo dasha not here, not where people can READ it... ooooooooooh. yum. lick. bite. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: mikey...down...mikey, stop TOUCHING HER THERE! MIKEY SHE THINKS IT'S ME! MIKEY WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT ORGIES!&lt;br /&gt;Anna: *falls over, out cold* grgeubbles. chickumdips. lippelnips. ackelpoosie. spencerisasexgod.&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: as is matt shelton...&lt;br /&gt;Anna: hotness. how could i EVER forget matt???? *cries*&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: he gives me orgies just thinking about it... btw anna you're out cold right now so no talking.&lt;br /&gt;Anna: *wakes up REALLY FAST* ha ha! i win! you lose! kiss my ass.&lt;br /&gt;(pause)&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: guess what...you're right. anna's SITTING ON MY LEG! YAY! OOO....&lt;br /&gt;Anna: that's what i'm talking about. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: ok we must go watch billie joe make out with other men...&lt;br /&gt;Anna: good plan. oOo. oob. quibble bib.&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: ok so remember. in the wise words of talia: ONLY FUCK DURING A WAR. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110697306374151619?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110697306374151619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110697306374151619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110697306374151619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110697306374151619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/01/anna-and-dashathe-premiere-come-see.html' title='Anna and Dasha...the premiere! Come see them at the strip club today!'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110688166596470200</id><published>2005-01-27T19:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T19:07:45.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys and Dolls...</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! So, we got our parts for Guys and Dolls, and I'm...NATHAN! It's a great part as far as the lines go, but as for singing, not so excellent. Anyway, still happy about that. We're working on Rikki Tikki Tavi at PYT. I think that play has decreased the ability of movement in my knees. They're all black and blue and icky, but ah well, still fun. So, things are a bit confusing for me right now...people have been telling me stuff which I don't believe and which is a bit strange, but yeah...Also, got a fever today, which sucked, because now I have to retake the English essay. Or actually, take it, since I haven't taken it at all yet. This week is a pretty good week grade-wise for me...in history and science anyway. History: A on test (100!), Science: A- on final! So woot for me! Anna helped me (which means she did it all) with the beautifying of my blog, so yes, go do things on it. Such as chatterbox things. And link-clicking things. Yep, that's about it for now I think...Tata, and remember: (brought to you by Annie without her knowing because I have nothing better to remind you of) POOKY LIVES ON! Kisses to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110688166596470200?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110688166596470200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110688166596470200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110688166596470200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110688166596470200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/01/guys-and-dolls_27.html' title='Guys and Dolls...'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110688125907948478</id><published>2005-01-27T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T19:00:59.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys and Dolls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110688125907948478?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110688125907948478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110688125907948478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110688125907948478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110688125907948478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/01/guys-and-dolls.html' title='Guys and Dolls...'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110637504182051936</id><published>2005-01-21T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T22:24:01.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the wise words of Mr. Connery: Shtuff</title><content type='html'>So, today we had our first Judy Moody performance! Despite Emma's and my beliefs that we were going to totally screw up, we did quite well with almost no mistakes, so yay for us. Surprisingly enough, my third grade teacher was there with her students during our first performance, and she started randomly waving to me in the middle...that was a bit distracting. Then, at the end, when she came up to talk to me, she was surprised that I was not, in fact, in college yet. So anyway, yep, it's good fun. Theatre people are awesome...except for maybe one particular person who we will not be talking about. Musicals are starting soon and I have absolutely no clue what to sing for auditons. I was somewhat disheartened by my mother's pronouncement that I cannot sing for life, but ah well, life goes on. Not much new besides that though...I feel like a ball of achiness right now. I ran like 3 miles yesterday, and now I can barely move. Le beau stature: zero. And lovin it. Ish. I finished season 7, and despite everyone's beliefs, I did not cry when Spike died! I cried when Xander talked to Andrew about Anya's death, and when he said "That's my girl." Very. very emotional...*tear.* Okay, so, I shall go now...yeah...yay...woot...bleh...bye.&lt;br /&gt;~Dashy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110637504182051936?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110637504182051936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110637504182051936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110637504182051936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110637504182051936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/01/in-wise-words-of-mr-connery-shtuff.html' title='In the wise words of Mr. Connery: Shtuff'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110532102834285335</id><published>2005-01-09T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T17:37:08.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wise lessons of Billie Joe. No, this is not another song.</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone. So, as you may have noticed, my last...I think it's four posts are all Green Day songs. Well, I have been an avid fan since I was six years old (Thank you Andrew), and, well, since it's now the craze (finally, people know some good music), I decided to put my favorite songs in my blog. I used to listen to Misery when I was like six or seven and my brother and I would sing along. Ah...good times. I remember, in elementary school, all the girls my age were N*Sync and Backstreet Boys fans, and I am proud to say, even though it came with the expense of being a friendless geek, I never went through that phase. When I was asked what my favorite band was, I would solidly reply "Green Day." Plus, come one, no one can deny that Billie Joe is the sexiest and cutest guy. In the wise words of Tina: &lt;br /&gt;xTiNa 4 LyF: hes a person who lives his life just the way he wants to with no one telling him what to do and he enjoys it. He smokes his pot and no cops are by his door waiting to aprehend him and he can say whatever the fuck he wants and its great.. its inspirational&lt;br /&gt;xTiNa 4 LyF: the best part tho is knowing that he is happy. i dont care that i dont know him... to see someone so happy with life is bliss&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I whole-heartedly agree. Take her words into account, and fucking live life already!&lt;br /&gt;-Dasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110532102834285335?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110532102834285335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110532102834285335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110532102834285335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110532102834285335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/01/wise-lessons-of-billie-joe-no-this-is.html' title='The wise lessons of Billie Joe. No, this is not another song.'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110532071090338774</id><published>2005-01-09T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T17:31:50.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minority by Green Day</title><content type='html'>I want to be the minority&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your authority&lt;br /&gt;Down with the moral majority&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want to be the minority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge allegiance to the underworld&lt;br /&gt;One nation under dog&lt;br /&gt;There of which I stand alone&lt;br /&gt;A face in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Unsung, against the mold&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;Singled out&lt;br /&gt;The only way I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the minority&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your authority&lt;br /&gt;Down with the moral majority&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want to be the minority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepped out of the line&lt;br /&gt;Like a sheep runs from the herd&lt;br /&gt;Marching out of time&lt;br /&gt;To my own beat now&lt;br /&gt;The only way I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One light, one mind&lt;br /&gt;Flashing in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;"For crying out loud" she screamed unto me&lt;br /&gt;A free for all&lt;br /&gt;F*** 'em all&lt;br /&gt;You are your own sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the minority&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your authority&lt;br /&gt;Down with the moral majority&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want to be the minority&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110532071090338774?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110532071090338774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110532071090338774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110532071090338774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110532071090338774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/01/minority-by-green-day.html' title='Minority by Green Day'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110532059067259951</id><published>2005-01-09T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T17:29:50.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She by Green Day</title><content type='html'>She...&lt;br /&gt;She screams in silence&lt;br /&gt;A sullen riot penetrating through her mind&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a sign&lt;br /&gt;To smash the silence with the brick of self-control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Are you locked up in a world&lt;br /&gt;Thats been planned out for you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you feeling like a social tool without a use?&lt;br /&gt;Scream at me until my ears bleed&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking heed just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's figured out&lt;br /&gt;All her doubts were someone else's point of view&lt;br /&gt;Walking up this time&lt;br /&gt;To smash the silence with the brick of self-control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHHHHHH,AHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110532059067259951?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110532059067259951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110532059067259951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110532059067259951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110532059067259951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/01/she-by-green-day.html' title='She by Green Day'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110532053702137934</id><published>2005-01-09T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T17:28:57.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood, Sex and Booze by Green Day</title><content type='html'>Waiting in a room&lt;br /&gt;All dressed up and bound and gagged&lt;br /&gt;To a chair&lt;br /&gt;It's so unfair&lt;br /&gt;I won't dare move, for the pain&lt;br /&gt;She puts me through is what I need&lt;br /&gt;So make it bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in distress, oh mistress&lt;br /&gt;I confess so do it one more time&lt;br /&gt;These handcuffs are too tight&lt;br /&gt;You know I will obey, so please&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me beg&lt;br /&gt;For blood, sex and booze you give me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say I'm disturbed&lt;br /&gt;But it's what I deserve, another lesson&lt;br /&gt;To be learned...from a girl called kill&lt;br /&gt;My head is in the gutter&lt;br /&gt;Thank you sir, strike up another mandolin&lt;br /&gt;Of discipline&lt;br /&gt;Throw me to the dogs&lt;br /&gt;Let them eat my flesh down&lt;br /&gt;To the wood&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110532053702137934?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110532053702137934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110532053702137934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110532053702137934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110532053702137934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/01/blood-sex-and-booze-by-green-day.html' title='Blood, Sex and Booze by Green Day'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110532044079803373</id><published>2005-01-09T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T17:27:20.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery by Green Day</title><content type='html'>Virginia was a lot lizard from F.L.A.&lt;br /&gt;She had a compound fracture in the trunk&lt;br /&gt;It started when she ran away&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs out on the interstate&lt;br /&gt;She hitched a ride to misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Whirly had a catastrophic incident&lt;br /&gt;He fell into the city by the bay&lt;br /&gt;He liquidated his estate&lt;br /&gt;Now he sleeps upon the Haight&lt;br /&gt;Panhandling misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they're gonna get high high high&lt;br /&gt;When they're low low low&lt;br /&gt;The fire burns from better days&lt;br /&gt;And she screams why oh why&lt;br /&gt;I said I don't know&lt;br /&gt;The catastrophic hymns from yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Of misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinnie was a hustler out of Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;He ran the drug cartel in Tinsel town&lt;br /&gt;They found him in a cadillac&lt;br /&gt;Bludgeoned with a baseball bat in the name&lt;br /&gt;Of misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gina hit the road to New York City&lt;br /&gt;Mysteriously the night Vinnie croaked&lt;br /&gt;She stopped in Vegas to elope&lt;br /&gt;With Virginia and the dope&lt;br /&gt;And kissed the bride eternally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they're gonna get high high high&lt;br /&gt;When they're low low low&lt;br /&gt;The fire burns from better days&lt;br /&gt;And she screams why oh why&lt;br /&gt;I said I don't know&lt;br /&gt;The catastrophic hymns from yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Of misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell hounds on your trail now once again boy&lt;br /&gt;It's groping on your leg until it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;The emptiness will fill your soul with sorrow&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's not what you make it's what you leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're gonna get high high high&lt;br /&gt;When I'm low low low&lt;br /&gt;The fire burns from better days&lt;br /&gt;And she screams why oh why&lt;br /&gt;I said I don't know&lt;br /&gt;The catastrophic hymns from yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Of misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110532044079803373?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110532044079803373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110532044079803373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110532044079803373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110532044079803373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/01/misery-by-green-day.html' title='Misery by Green Day'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110522998676080639</id><published>2005-01-08T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T16:19:46.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to get rid of homework:</title><content type='html'>Kneazle731: *beats papers with stick*&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: *attempts are fruitless*&lt;br /&gt;bayernmunchen373: *sticks in paper shredder*&lt;br /&gt;bayernmunchen373: *success*&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: *does the same*&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: *paper shredder is unplugged*&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: *shit*&lt;br /&gt;bayernmunchen373: *tell teachers little sister ate hw*&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: *tells teacher older brother who is away at college ate homework*&lt;br /&gt;bayernmunchen373: *teacher asks why*&lt;br /&gt;bayernmunchen373: *i kill teacher*&lt;br /&gt;bayernmunchen373: lol&lt;br /&gt;bayernmunchen373: that is great&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: *teacher kills me*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110522998676080639?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110522998676080639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110522998676080639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110522998676080639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110522998676080639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2005/01/how-to-get-rid-of-homework.html' title='How to get rid of homework:'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110427534525069075</id><published>2004-12-28T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T15:09:05.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are Sick Pigs by Katie and Dasha (or Ahi and Xyrga)</title><content type='html'>hi, Katie here.  I just hacked into dasha's blog and am now about to tell you how sick men are after watching Stepford Wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEN ARE SICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: yeah, ok, dasha here. watching katie "hack" into my account before my eyes. i'm back baby (from jamaica.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie:  Boy, did she have fun there!!!!!!!!!!!!!  IM me for details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: I can only say one word. um....what word.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie:  Make out???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: that's two words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie:  Not if you spell it like this: makeout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie:  HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: You know, things like this are generally kept private...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie:  Not if you tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: FINE, go ahead tell the world. just make sure ---- doesnt get hold of this url&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie:  w/e just IM lme if you wanna find out the juicy secrets behind dasha's jamaican extravaganza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: Yeah...sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie:  All i will say is that she had her tonsils licked by a 16-year old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: That's not exactly how I would put it, but Katie is speaking...Katie what are you speaking&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie:  english, you twit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: eat shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie: ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.............shit............it tastes soooooooo good.....want some?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: u know, i am mortally offended by that, seeing as we both like mud pie, means we have sort of similar tastes, and i would NEVER eat shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie:  wait....that sentence was too long.  shorter, please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: fine, cavewoman. i am offended, b/c we both like mud pie, right?? so, we must like a lot of the same things, right? (to eat.) and if u think shit tastes good, that means that i might think shit tastes good, which is offensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie:  that was longer, but I got it.  Deal with it, dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: Can't even shout, can't even cry, the gentlemen are coming by. Looking in windows, knocking on doors, they need to take seven and they might take yours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie:  ok folks, we're gonna have to call it quits.   see ya next time on the katie and dasha talk-a-thon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110427534525069075?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110427534525069075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110427534525069075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110427534525069075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110427534525069075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2004/12/men-are-sick-pigs-by-katie-and-dasha.html' title='Men are Sick Pigs by Katie and Dasha (or Ahi and Xyrga)'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110376268157075349</id><published>2004-12-22T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T16:44:41.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yamon</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I'm still in Jamaica! Yamon! The number of elderly men who have hit on me and Jordan has increased. It is scary, seriously, but we're planning to mess with their heads later on anyway. (See Evil plans) I went sailing and snorkeling today. I nearly flipped the sailboat over 5 times, but the snorkeling was fun. I met a hot (30-year old) British guy with long, braided hair. Sadly, he was married, but his wife is awesome too. And I totally dig the accents lol. Wow, there is a very grumpy guy behind me who is having a very...fierce...conversation with his daughter, who is now having a tantrum. Haha this is hilar--I mean sad. Oh, and a very strange Belgian lesbian old couple decided to have a lovely conversation in French with me...none of which I understood. Also, my dear mother displayed herself to Jordan and her mom in a bathrobe without the slightest hint of embarrassment. I do not understand older women. Oh crap, only nine minutes left :(. I am starting to become enemies with the internet cafe. Oh well...I'm gonna leave now. Bye all. ~Dashy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110376268157075349?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110376268157075349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110376268157075349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110376268157075349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110376268157075349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2004/12/yamon.html' title='Yamon'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110359361054737548</id><published>2004-12-20T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T17:46:50.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Buy Drink</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! I only have 6 minutes left to write, as I am in an internet cafe in Jamaica, and was parousing other things on the wnderful invention called the "internet." Ok, 5 minutes. So, this is what has happened: got on two turbulent plane flights with absolutely no sleep. Met Russian family with very snobbish 15 year old son. Went to beach. Ate. Slept. Watched Buffy. Staye in room. Slept. Went to beach, where did not swim, but "relaxed" in immense heat. Watched POTC. Watched Buffy. Went to gym. Watched Buffy. Showered. Ate dinner. Went to bar. Came here. Voila, the wonderful things in Jamaica. This is, of course, excluding the perverted guys who hit on me and tried to get me to come on their jet skis with them...oh shit, 3 minutes. This is evil. Nine friggin bucks for  half an hour. Oh, and for some friends-I'm sending you postcards later. When I figure out how to squish in your address and the postage stamp. Oh god, an old lady just took a picture of me sitting here. I have to go. Bye guys, I love you. And I miss theatre! Ok I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110359361054737548?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110359361054737548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110359361054737548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110359361054737548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110359361054737548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2004/12/mi-buy-drink.html' title='Mi Buy Drink'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110317085181649945</id><published>2004-12-15T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T20:20:51.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas...Strega Nona</title><content type='html'>Hello all. So, tomorrow is our tech rehearsal, and then Friday and Saturday-our shows come on! Woot! I have a lot of make-up work from being sick, so this entry will be rather short, I am afraid. I don't have mono (yay), but it is still possible that I have Anemia and something else which I don't know about yet. So yes. Bad and good news. Humph. Vacation starts on Friday (!!!!) and I'm only going to be at school for the last long period of the day, which is science, because of Strega Nona. To Kill a Mockingbird is actually such a good book. I read it before when I was 10 or 11, but I think since I'm older now, it seems quite a bit better. My dad is getting me photoshop and illustrator off of ebay which is so exciting! Making peoples' faces look strange is simply bliss. Ok, must go, homework simply urgently calls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110317085181649945?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110317085181649945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110317085181649945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110317085181649945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110317085181649945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-christmasstrega-nona.html' title='Merry Christmas...Strega Nona'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110298969258531236</id><published>2004-12-13T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T18:01:32.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in Peace</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to Nani and Sara! You guys are so old...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not too much going on. It's Hanukah, so to all my Jewish friends, do not burn the house down with the Hanukiahs. Our play is this Friday and Saturday, so woot. Emily gave me Buffy Season 1! I love you Emily (not only because of that). At Nani's party, we watched Once More with Feeling, which has got to be oen of the best Buffy episodes. I mean, come on, it's a musical, and holy moly Spike is sooooooooo hot. Jo updated her webisite, which is all happy. Annie and Nani have sent me awesome photoshop thingies which are all my backgrounds on various computers. Anan, Ping and Andrew are SO getting married. My dad suggested inviting you guys over for dinner while my brother was home, so come to dinner. My mugglenet fanfic has 5 stars which is so awesome! Except Andrew just said he's not going out with Ping because she's my friend's sister, but we can work around that. Disown her or something. I know this is a really short post, but I must go watch season 1 with Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110298969258531236?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110298969258531236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110298969258531236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110298969258531236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110298969258531236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2004/12/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest in Peace'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110220768525933522</id><published>2004-12-04T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T16:48:05.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Entry</title><content type='html'>Bounjour tous les amis! Comment ca va? Moi, je suis tres nul maintenant. A onze heures, j'ai fait du jogging au Stanford Dish, et apres, ma mere, mon pere et moi, nous sommes alles au Douce France. J'ai essaye jouer "Nothing Else Matters" au mon guitar, mais c'est difficile. D'accord, je vais arrete parler au francais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, let me translate: Hello all my friends! How are you? I am very bored right now. At eleven o'clock, I jogged at the Stanford Dish, and after, my mom, my dad and I went to Douce France. I tried playing "Nothing Else Matters" on my guitar, but it's hard. Okay, I will stop speaking french.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too good, so the translation sounds quite stupid. But yes, I went jogging on the Stanford Dish today. It was amazing-the view is so beautiful, and I listened to my Ipod the whole time, so it was awesome. Guys, call me up and we can go jogging together! Yay! Then I got home, and I attempted to play Nothing Else Matters on my guitar, but I have never seen the notes before, so it was quite crappy. I'm really bored now, and am supposed to be cleaning, but instead, I am here, giving you all something to do. Jolly goodness. oh, and I don't know if I said this already, but insetad of England my dear nutcase of a mother (I love you mom, I really do :) mwah) decided to randomly go to Jamaica. She expressed this excitement by singing "Jamaaaaaaaica! Going to Jamaaaaaaica!" in a heavy Russian accent at the top of her lungs. Not pleasant. Ah I just got a killer headache all of a sudden. Hahaha my dad is outside looking for mikey who appears to have gotten stuck in a tree. Again. I swear that cat has major issues. He sleeps on my monitor all day, otherwise tries to climb up screen doors or interact with that other cat that lives in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, dad needs help with cat. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110220768525933522?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110220768525933522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110220768525933522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110220768525933522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110220768525933522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2004/12/entry.html' title='The Entry'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110214629509528906</id><published>2004-12-03T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T23:44:55.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shenanigans</title><content type='html'>I watched the first four episodes of season 7, and they are very deep and slightly depressing, mostly because of the fact that Spike got his soul back and is acting absolutely insane. I ditched...well I didn't ditch, I just didn't go to the party today, but ah well. By the way, do you like the new background? Anna helped me get it on, but even though I don't know ANY HTML, I managed to take away/add some stuff. Go me. Still needs working on though. Had theatre today...PACT. Our name is now Stagelights. Glorious. Well, it is nice actually, unlike my ideas: Slaves of the Stage and Into a Mask, the latter of which I do fancy. I found some ways to transfer music from CDs to Ipod but it keeps on cutting off parts of the song, take a long time, and....I had another criticism...ah well. Listen to the song "Key" by the "Devics." It is heard in Crush in season 5 when Dru and Spike dance. I like it, a very soulful, deep and good song. Yeah, well, I must go, or else my dad says my immune system will fail completely and I will die early in life. I adore you all. Almost all. Bubs Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110214629509528906?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110214629509528906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110214629509528906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110214629509528906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110214629509528906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2004/12/shenanigans.html' title='Shenanigans'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110196413443925375</id><published>2004-12-01T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T21:08:54.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Andrew: True sister and brother</title><content type='html'>Kneazle731: dude&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: cho hosh (what do u want-slang)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: you're supposed to say true&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: why&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: because&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: thats how u talk to your friends&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: ok&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: dude&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: true&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: pravda (true)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: haha i get it!&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: maladetz (good job)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: ya znayu (i know)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: gavari samnoy! (talk to me)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: gavaryu (talking)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: nye buts plahim (don't be bad)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: ty plahoy malchik (you're a bad boy)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: :-(&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: ochen plahoy (very bad)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: kak mayi koshechki (how are my kitties?)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: horoshinki (adorable)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: gizya speet (gizya is sleeping)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: mikey spal, nu shas kushayit (mikey was sleeping, but is now eating)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: tolstiy (fatso)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: zatknis (cork yourself)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: on horoshinki (he's adorable)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: !!&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: ubyu (i'll kill u)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: ya teba ubyu do tavo (i'll kill u first)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: ne uspeyesh (u won't make it)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: ya ochen bistriy (i'm very fast)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731:  nyet (no)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: ty medleni y tolstiy (you're slow and fat)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: y urodliviy (and ugly)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: :-(&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: da (yes)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: pravylna (right)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: a u tyeba bolshaya zadnetza (well you have a big backside)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: u tyeba bolshe (yours is bigger)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: ya eezmerila (i measured)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: no maya krasiveye (but mine is prettier)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: nyet (no)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: u teba urodlivaya (yours is ugly)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: u mena krasivaya (mine is pretty)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: kak ti takoya mozhesh gavarit (how can u say this?)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: tak (like this)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: maya zadnitza eto samayo krasivoyo sozdanya v istoria mira (my backside-it's the most beautiful substance in the history of the world)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: ty znayish shto eto eedot voy blog, da? (u know that this is going in my blog, yes?)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: i vobshe v istoriye vsego (and actually in the history of everything)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: no one reads your blog&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: oy ty takoy! (so thats how it is!)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: yes they do&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: zatknis apyats (cork yourself again)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: ladna ladna izvenayus(fine fine i apologize)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: po nastayashey (for real)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: hahahaha nyet (hahahaha no)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: tolko durniy ludi bez mazgov chitayut tvoy blog (only stupid people without brains read your blog)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: vse togda (everyone then)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: kromye tyeba, da? (except you, yes?)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: loner&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: nye kto tyeba nye lyubit (no one loves you)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: mne eto ochen dazhe podhodit (thats actually very fine with me)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: kromi gizi :-( (except for gizya :()&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: ty balshoy loser (you're a big loser)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: tak vso (thats it)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: ti stala ochen zhostkoy (you've become very harsh)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: ya domoi bolshe ne priezhayu (i'm not coming home anymore)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: da ty budish. shob vidit gizyu. nu ya tebe nye dam isli ty mena nye budish vidit (yes u will. to see gizya. but i wont let u if u wont see me.&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: nyet (no)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: ya priedu paka ti v shkoli (i'll come while ur at school)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: i zaberu mikey (i'll take mikey away)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: i budu evo derzhat paka ti mne ne zaplatish decet tisich milliardov millionov dollorov (and i'll hold him until you dont pay me ten thousand gazillion trillion dollars)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: ty takoy durnoy (you're so stupid)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: ty nye smozhish mikey udzerzhats (you wont be able to hold mikey)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: ya yevo zavezu (i'll tie him up)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: kak kuritzu (like a chicken)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: ty takoy plahoy! (you're so bad!)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: tseba zabirut aspca (the aspca will take u)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: ya lyublyu daniela radcliffe (i love daniel radcliffe)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: on kraseevye chyem jennifer love hewitt (he's better looking than jennifer love hewitt)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: ana takaya urodlivaya (she's so ugly)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: tak ti polnostyu mozgi poterala (so you completely lost your brains)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: oy ty takoy (so thats how it is!)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: mne nada iti (i have to go)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: dyelat uroki (do homework)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: idi naydi svoyi mozgi (go find your own brains)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: nakanetzto (finally)&lt;br /&gt;Habib bin Bombin: dumal ona nekogda ne uydot (i thought she would never leave.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True sibling love, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110196413443925375?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110196413443925375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110196413443925375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110196413443925375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110196413443925375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2004/12/me-and-andrew-true-sister-and-brother.html' title='Me and Andrew: True sister and brother'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110195776350950758</id><published>2004-12-01T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T19:22:43.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dasha the Amnesiac as Katie puts it (see previous post for more on Katie)</title><content type='html'>So, as most of you know, I have been sick like five trillion times, and despite all of my dad's special jokes about God hating me, the truth remains that science will probably have a better explanation. I need to get tested for Mono, as it is possible that I have it, so don't anybody come kissing me. ;-) Except for Dan Rad...&lt;br /&gt;I also need to get tested for Anemia. Haha very funny story behind this. So, I don't have a knack with getting long medicinal names right, so when I come to math today, I say to Anna and Katie, "Guys, I need to get tested for Amnesia." And Anna gives me this really strange look as though I am mad, and Katie bursts out laughing. So I'm like "This isn't funny!" and Katie's like "Yes it is!" and I'm like "I might have low iron. That's really bad!" and Anna, who gives me another weird look but ignores my previous comment, says, "Amnesia? But why? I think your memory's fine..." and I'm like "Memory? Huh? Amnesia is when you have a low iron level..." and Anna and Katie kind of gave me another 'You're retarded' look and said, "No it's not...it means you lost your memory due to some accident...you're talking about Anemia..." I was silent for a second, and then I was like, "Oh..." and we all burst out laughing. Tres funny. Also, Julia, Anan, Sara, Ally and I have recently started "The Order of the Black Coats." This came about when we all looked at each other, and realized we were all wearing black coats, which does kind of make us look like members of the mafia...but anywho, we are now the order of the black coats. I finished "The Gift" in Buffy, and nothing can compare to it. I have never cried so much over any movie or something like that in my life-even Becoming part 2 when Buffy kills Angel. So first, Spike says "I know you'll never love me, and I know I'm a monster, but you treat me like a man." which was all sweet. And then a bunch of stuff happens and then...get ready for it...Buffy dies. She sacrifices herself in order to save the world, and Spike is sobbing hysterically, and it is just so sad. But I love it. And I know Buffy comes back so that's all good. Anywho, I must go. Dear homework and eighth grade speech powerpointness calls. But call me. And I laff you all. Dasvidania.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110195776350950758?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110195776350950758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110195776350950758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110195776350950758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110195776350950758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2004/12/dasha-amnesiac-as-katie-puts-it-see.html' title='Dasha the Amnesiac as Katie puts it (see previous post for more on Katie)'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110195668469618639</id><published>2004-12-01T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T19:04:44.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few interesting quotes by Katie...trust me, it just gets weirder.</title><content type='html'>queens fool13: pooping pee&lt;br /&gt;queens fool13: peeing poop&lt;br /&gt;queens fool13: farting fart!&lt;br /&gt;queens fool13: fart farting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queens fool13: who gives kids condoms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queens fool13: MARIJUANA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queens fool13: YES IT IS JESUS CHRIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queens fool13: by your mighty blog-ness. princess of blogonia.  i am in awe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queens fool13 (7:00:30 PM): i'm gonna go eat breakfast now (said at 7 pm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110195668469618639?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110195668469618639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110195668469618639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110195668469618639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110195668469618639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2004/12/just-few-interesting-quotes-by.html' title='Just a few interesting quotes by Katie...trust me, it just gets weirder.'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110170423221263529</id><published>2004-11-28T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T22:35:32.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Duel of Words, Starring Dasha and Dan</title><content type='html'>DanDaMan1441: hello&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: hello frederick&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: sup?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: sorry couldnt resist&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: *what is happening?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: lol nm. boring myself by pretending to be my friends crush and asking her out&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: u?&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: I am exciting myself by listening to a compiled stream of musical notes in succesion&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: Oh ho intriguing&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: It has a intangable, satisfying outcome&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: I have never yet heard of such an exposition of sounds&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: Good grief. Do expose me to this wondrous uncovering of notes one day&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: yes, when the time is right, they will be unveiled&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: but untill then, they are secretive&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: Oh how very suspenseful your manner is today, good sir&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: It gives a sort of alluring in the audio matter&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: not repugnant, by all means&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: My dear man, I am afeared that your knowledge of the English language is not quite sufficient enough to epitomize utmost intelligence&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: I am insulted by your vast assumtion!&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: i challenge you to a duel of words!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: I accept!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: You commence the ceremonies&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: yes, i will produce the first word&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: Sagacity&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: Meaning?&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: (its one of our vocab words)&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: yes&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: oh good gried sir&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: and no dictionaries&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: *grief&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: do think on your own terms&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: yes&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: now pray you, give the term's meaning&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: me?&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: no, it is your turn&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: do i give you the definition?&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: you must produce the defenition&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: or do i produce the next word&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: yes, precisly&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: precisely&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: not precisly&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: yeah, w/e&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: fine, produce the next word&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: multitudinous&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: a similar term&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: speak you what?&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: that term has nothing to do with sagacity&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: it means a lot&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: the root is multitude&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: oh&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: so i give&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: a synonym for sagacity&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: a fancy synonym&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: precisly&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: precisEly&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: did i ask you??&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: discernment&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: will that do?&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: yes&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i am wracking my brain feverishly&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: it means to understand&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: ok...&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: now you?&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: Acumen&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: ha!&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: beat that&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: this being a new word or a synonym&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: yes&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: both&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: hmm&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: difficult, btu i can surely think...&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: no dictionaries@!&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: *!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: astucity!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: there!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i understand!&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: studious&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i am trying to recall the many words which i have received from my word of the day emails&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: tis hard to find in my memory&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: studious has not much in common with t his word&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: yes, it does&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: very well&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: shut up&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: how dare you?!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: aforethought&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: ha&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: that is no word!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: it is indeed&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: fine then&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: dont tell me!@&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: it has recently been proclaimed as one such vocabulary word at my institution of study&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: lets take it apart&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: Fore(as in before) Thought&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: Afore&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: cogitation&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: Fore&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: ha!&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: that was one of our vocab words&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: deliberation!&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: hmm..&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: not bad...&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: ruminate!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: meditate&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: it sort of matches&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: not really...&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: ok&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: fine&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: erm&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: no, sok&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: muse&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: hesistate&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: *for the other one&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: hesitate?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: or hesistate&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: hesitate&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: sry&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: that doesn't make sense&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: meditate and hesitate&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: nope&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: fine&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: erm&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: for muse&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: ponder&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: nice&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: thank you&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: mull (over)&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: chaw&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: turn over&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: huh?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: turn over!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: ok fine&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: deliberate&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: thats not a word!&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: hey!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: what?&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: no online dictionaries!!&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: cheater&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i'm not using one!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i just remembered deliberation from earlier&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: sure...&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: and turned it into deliberate&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i'm not!&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: fine&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: hey&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: are you?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: honestly...&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: no!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: ok good&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: proceed&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: can we pick a new word?&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: we keep falling into the same rut&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: wait, hold on&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: o nm&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: dictionary daniel&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: huh?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: nvm&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: lol&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: r u usinga dictionary, honestly?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: no. are u?&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: agian?&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: nope&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: alright&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: new word&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: yes&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: thank you&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: deviate&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: ...&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: ok&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: stray&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: amble&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: kinda&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: wander&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: very simple answer&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: loiter&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: drift&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: float&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: (as in water)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: yes i comprehend&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: good&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: hover&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: suspend&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: i g2g&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: r u going to post this convo?&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: u should&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: its funny&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: but kinda long&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: ok i will&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: cya&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: yup. bye&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441 signed off at 4:24 pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110170423221263529?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110170423221263529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110170423221263529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110170423221263529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110170423221263529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2004/11/duel-of-words-starring-dasha-and-dan.html' title='A Duel of Words, Starring Dasha and Dan'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110169345755400231</id><published>2004-11-28T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T17:57:37.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schmoozing</title><content type='html'>Hi all. Not much happened today. Anna and I were GOING to do filming today for our wonderful speech this Friday, but no go. Ah well. I can still walk around the house going "It's leviOsa. Not leviosA," which is always a good laugh. BTW, thanks to Christina, I just remembered this awesome British site. Effingpot.com. It's hilarious, so go visit. I was also reading some HP quotes from Mugglenet including the lovely F and G Weasley one that goes something like, "But you get these humongous pus-filled boils."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't see any boils."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that's because they're not in a place we generally display to the public."&lt;br /&gt;"But they make sitting on a broom a right pain in the-"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA I think it's funny. Anyway...I didn't do anything else today except talk to some people on the phone, and rewatch Buffy episodes. OMG Spike has the best quotes. In the one I just watched, it's so funny, Buffy sees Spike lounging by her house, and she's like, "Spike what the hell are you doing here?" and he goes "Out for a walk," counting four on his fingers, and then goes, "Bitch," as an afterthought for the fifth. And also in Crush, i love it when he ties Dru and Buffy to the walls and in an attempt to convince Buffy that he really is in love with her, he goes, "I'm drownin in ye Summers, I'm drownin in ye!" OMG I love that. And Fool for Love is the best, with all of its flashbacks. So depressing yet awesome. So yes, I just wish she would love Spike. Anyway. GUESS WHAT? I'M PROBABLY GOING TO ENGLAND DURING WINTER BREAK. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I am so excited! And Mummy says I might be able to bring a friend, so stay on the right side of me, and you just might be the lucky girl. Or guy. But probably girl, because I doubt my mum would approve of my taking a guy on a trip to England...so...&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not much left to say. I love you all very much. Well, almost all. So yes. I bid thees (plural) good day, and A bientot. Je vous aime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110169345755400231?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110169345755400231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110169345755400231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110169345755400231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110169345755400231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2004/11/schmoozing.html' title='Schmoozing'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110153336064320958</id><published>2004-11-26T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T21:29:20.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dances and Cupcakes (with commentaries by katie)</title><content type='html'>What a special day! Spent first part in SF with Idula! Happy funness....watched Buffy in car and blah blah blah. And then...the interesting part. dun dun dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie:hahaha so now me and dasha are sitting here hypering off martinellis and cupcakes with spraypaint on them, which has made us quite high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: So, some special people told me that there was a Michell Park dance today. Sitch is...there wasn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie: Philip, Michael, Noah, you guys are in so much shit!!! I hate you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: IM HER if you want to know what she is going on about. So anyway, we were getting ready and trying on clothes to make ourselves look pretty, but then there was no dance. I mean, we pull up, and there is a FRIGGIN HOMELESS MAN SITTING THERE ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie:  so then, my mom's like, get out.  so we get out and the homeless dude ATTACKS US AND KILLS US AND NOW WE ARE ANGELS FROM HEAVEN SPEAKING TO YOU RIGHT NOW HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: it's the cupcakes, I swear.Meep. Anyway, actually, we just drove away and let ther homeless man go about his homelessing and we went to Safeway, where we got cake mix, frosting, and spray on icing, which turned out to be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie:  FRIGGIN SPRAYPAINT!!!  dasha says it tastes like sharpies (ya know, the permanent marker) how she knows what they taste like i dont want to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: Muahaha...sharpies...mmmm..&lt;br /&gt;So, we take this stuff home, and mix the cake mix, oil, and eggs together. Only when it is all nicely blended do we see that we need water. So we try to mix it in but t hey don't seem to agree with each other. Result: Cupcake juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie:  it was actually pretty good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha:  RAW! IT WAS GOOD RAW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie:  maybe it was good, but ull get SALMONELLA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: so while were waiting for it to bake, after talking online for a bit, I decided to watch Buffy clips. Theres this one with Spike topless making out with Buffy, so I say 'Oh, that's Spike's dream' and Katie goes "Oh let's watch it." So were in the middle of the scene, where theyre practically in the full monty and goin at it, when the oven buzzer rings and i pause the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie:  so we get up and go tend to the cupcakes, and i look up at my mom, who is staring at the image with this expression on her face, she probably thought i was watching porn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: Anyway, we pretend we dont notice this, put the cupcakes back in after thoroughly probing them with a toothpick, and quickly run over to the computer and close it. And now, the cupcakes are ready...after many glasses of martinellis in waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie: now we get to THE FRIGGIN SPRAYPAINT!!!! YAY THIS IS MY FAVORITE PART...anyway...so me and dasha decide to try this cool spray icing stuff we found at safeway...and so i put some on and then dasha's like, GIMME THAT and she sprays a whole toilet-bowl full of the stuff on her friggin cupcake and then its starts bubbling...it think that stuff is alive or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: so i smell it and it smells like a sharpie...SERIOUSLY...then i make katie take the first bite...she gets a strange expression on her face similar to the face of a deranged giraffe...and i'm ;ike what the hell, she wont be talking soon anyway, so i take a bite. at first its okay, not bad, but then i get to the really really heavily sprayed part and i'm like "HOLY CRAP THIS IS MADE OF FRIGGIN CHEMICALS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie: and now we are eaing seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha:L Without blue spray paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie: Thank the lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasha: The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110153336064320958?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110153336064320958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110153336064320958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110153336064320958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110153336064320958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2004/11/dances-and-cupcakes-with-commentaries.html' title='Dances and Cupcakes (with commentaries by katie)'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110136819855101920</id><published>2004-11-24T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T23:36:38.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Batty! It's my batty!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! OMG I haven't posted for such a hell of a long time now. Well anyway, nothing much has happened except for my...BAT MITZVAH which was totally awesome. The morning service was good...except Sarah and I switched Torahs by accident, I messed up my Torah Portion for the first time ever (but it was a mild mistake) and I think that's it. I felt all holy and special :). Then the Kiddush luncheon was pretty fun. I saw Talia whom I haven't seen in all of eternity but who is now in Germany, my school friends, Becky, Sasha 1 and 2, relatives, Dan, Noah, Jacob, the gang, etc. The party was SO HELLA AWESOME! First, i just came with Sasha and we hung out for a bit waiting, where the picture of me playing my violin on the toilet at four was stuck in the Powerpoint frame. Then people started coming, and it was so exciting to see all of my friends! We played the powerpoint then where everytime a picture changed, people would either laugh and point, or otherwise "Awww...." very often and quite profusely. It was touching, yet mortifying. Afterwards, the dancing started, and I got raised up and down in the chair for the Horah! It was so much fun OMG I want to do it again! Then my friends and I danced around for a bit, there were some games to songs like Mai Ai Hee and Let's Get It Started. My friends made the best speeches for me! OMG I love you guys so much! Although it was quite frightening when Dan and Noah sort of half stood up and said something like "We are now going to tell you all a story that happened about three years ago at a camp which shows the bad side of Dasha." Yeah...that would NOT have been good. Annie, Anna, and Sara wrote the story of my life which was very intriguing and I would die for it to come true, which sounds very ironic. All of your speeches-every single one-touched me so much. You seriously have no idea how much you mean to me and how much I love all of my friends. Some relatives including my parents and dear brother Andrew made speeches. I then went up to do the candlelighting ceremony (which by the way I had written about five minutes before the party.) Then Meredith and I sang All That Jazz which was so much fun! Julia and Hanna and I were SUPPOSED to sing Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy, but the DJ schedule thing got messed up, which was said. Then at the end we were supposed to sing the Hatikvah-me and Julia-but Jubee left, so I had to sing with Talia. Talia and I have never practiced and I have never heard her sing, so that was NOT very nice to hear. No offense dearie ;-). OMG, then...wait for it...my friends urged me to open the BIG present which they had been nagging me to open and which I had heard so much about, but never really got to finding out what it was. So I pulled back the wrapping paper, and there was...A FRIGGIN IPOD! I was like "AAAAH!" I thought I was going to go crazy like on those reality TV shows like the Swan, where they see themselves and they're like "Holy Crap I'm Gorgeous!" except in this case, I looked at the Ipod and said "Holy crap It's Gorgeous!" I can't believe you guys did this for me, and the fact that you just put it together means the world to me. Each and every one of the friends invited hold a very special place in my heart. Thanks for making this the best day of my life so far, and above all, existing. Many many kisses and hugs for all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110136819855101920?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110136819855101920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110136819855101920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110136819855101920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110136819855101920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-batty-its-my-batty.html' title='My Batty! It&apos;s my batty!'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110041343516378688</id><published>2004-11-13T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T19:38:27.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Convo between Dan and me (told you I would post it!) I did have a great one with Katie, but I closed it! I felt so stupid, it was hella funny!</title><content type='html'>Kneazle731: hey&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: hello&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: sup?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: nm...just watched buffy, u?&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: messing w/ my buddy prfile&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: its pretty kool now&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: should i click?&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: sure&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: its almost done&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: but go ahead&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: k, tell me when&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i'm not cliking twice&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: ok...&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: now!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: too much finger movement&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: lol&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: haha i know that joke! ive known it for years!&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: do u like the different colors on the fromt?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: yes. very....pro gay.....but very rainbow too&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: o shut up&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: &lt;br /&gt;Potates armed with pasta overthrow the US government, becoming a better president than Bush. All rejoice! - 20 Years, 5 Months, 3 Weeks left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. u liberal wiener&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: lol&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: right wing nut job&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: botox lover&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: dumb as a doornob&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: wait wait i have one....&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: herman monster&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: munster, you twit&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: lol&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: eat shit&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: w/e&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: lol&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: thats how we tak in dc!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: thats how we talk in dc!&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: lol&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: lo&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: l&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: my bday was one of the choices for your bday on your quiz (which i failed abysmally)&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: oh i wish this winning were a bit more certain&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: better call my friends in haliburton&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: lol&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: we will pay&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: so we stay&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: rule the day&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: dc land&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: dc land&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i'm sensitive i cannot lie&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i love to hug and kiss this guy&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: erm....&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: Kneazle731 (9:18:10 PM): i love to hug and kiss this guy&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: i'm keeping that quote&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: oh i hate u so much&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: :-D&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: stop smirking u smirker&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: its good to be in dc&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: (heres another one for u to keep): i'm gay! I'M GAY!&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: yes!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: we tossed our medals&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: ok will stop here&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: burnt our b...ok&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: due to unnecessary content in next part which will be scarring to u&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: lol&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: lol&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: we even did menage a trois!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: oh no&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: thats another one&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: lol&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: mwuhhahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: this is going in my blog :-)as is my current convo with katie&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: and everyone will know that you are burning your bras&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: lol&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: lol&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: no, i didnt say it&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: well&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: theyll guess&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: since all of my friends have seen the video&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: lol&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: so it is i who shall say "MUAHAHA"&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: did u know that katie is god?&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: uh, not really&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: she is. she jst confessed that she is god&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: of the weirdos&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: lol&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: which means she is your god&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: OOOOH SCORE&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: ¿¿??&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i insulted u! get it? get it??&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: do u have alzheimers?&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: yes i understand&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: no i am concerned&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: have u been diagnosed?&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: i can't remember&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: what?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: oh!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i get it!&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: lol!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: you're making a joke!&lt;br /&gt;DandAMaN1441: score!!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: look he made a joke! look at zis room! have u seen zis room?&lt;br /&gt;There was more, but it has been omitted due to....STUFF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110041343516378688?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110041343516378688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110041343516378688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110041343516378688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110041343516378688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2004/11/funny-convo-between-dan-and-me-told.html' title='Funny Convo between Dan and me (told you I would post it!) I did have a great one with Katie, but I closed it! I felt so stupid, it was hella funny!'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110022145661657657</id><published>2004-11-11T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T17:04:16.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Again</title><content type='html'>God does indeed hate me. I'm sick. Again. The doctors actually thought I might have Appendicitis, but they changed their minds...I think. I was at home today until period 6 long, because history is really hard to make up when you miss it, and I wanted to go to Buffy club :). Bad Dasha...We watched Halloween today, and Spike is just so damn cool! After, me and Nani watched the Angel scene from Becoming Part 2 and Spike's scene with Buffy and the policeman. Anan and I were almost bawling when we saw the Angel scene! And Anan died when Angel said "You're hurt," since he didn't realize he hurt her :(. Omg, so sad, and now my ringtone is "Close your eyes." The policeman scene is so funny though! I love the "Truth is, I like this world-you've got dog racing, Manchester United...and you've got people. People walking around like happy meals on legs." and the "Hello Cutie." "Good bye Picadilly, farewell Leicester Bloody Square." "I'm talking about your ex-pet, Angellus. I'm talking about putting him in the bloody ground." Spike is sooo awesome...and sexy :). Arg I am so damn tired. I think I'm gonna go watch Buffy...Season Four! Yay! I love all of you sooo much, and to all of my friends, who are well...my friends, you guys are my world, and I love you to death-even if you are a psycho.&lt;br /&gt;-Dashy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110022145661657657?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110022145661657657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110022145661657657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110022145661657657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110022145661657657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2004/11/sick-again.html' title='Sick Again'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110015606132814480</id><published>2004-11-10T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T22:54:21.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Petit Prince</title><content type='html'>Bounjour mes amis! Je decide que je vais ecrire ce lettre en Francais. Actually, I changed my mind. No more French, even though I did get an A in the class :). I'm very tired and icky feeling right now. My grades weren't too bad...lowest was a B+, so that is all very happy. I guess. LOL. Not much going on. My homework folder has gone missing! That has a lot of my HW in it, but pointedly math, and 'tis not good, because I need my math homework. I feel so crappy though, not like emotionally, just sick. Again. And if I have the flu, I will get mad at God (sorry God, I really do believe in you.) Katie, we totally need to get together and go to ze Mitchell Park dance! Haha today was so funny, when you tried to brush my hair but the brush wouldn't let go and you tried to drag me around campus. Ouch...pain lol. And today when Dian choked...poor her! I hope you're okay Diane! I'm attempting to read books in French because Dad says "eet weell eemprove ze language skeells!" Haha Anan! "Vy eez you eensulteeng my language skeells?" Tatiana and Bobissina are ze friends foreeever. Okee must go....byeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110015606132814480?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110015606132814480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110015606132814480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110015606132814480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110015606132814480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2004/11/le-petit-prince.html' title='Le Petit Prince'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-110006345000680909</id><published>2004-11-09T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T21:10:50.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O...My....God....this is the funniest shit ever. I love you Dan and Katie.</title><content type='html'>Note, no Dan is not really a Finnish transvestite who attends Bellerman and Katie is nto going out with him. And she does not usually say things like by jeebers or whatever. Plus the other two are girls from my old school who decided to play a prank on me and this is my way of getting them back :).&lt;br /&gt;You have just entered room "Chat 2473862703464674145."&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621 has entered the room.&lt;br /&gt;naughtyGRL0491 has entered the room.&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13 has entered the room.&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: hi&lt;br /&gt;naughtyGRL0491: who's queens fool&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: hi&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: lol&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: hey guys. sry i think i kinda got worked up about that&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i'm really sry&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: hi i'm dasha's friend&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: and amy&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: just ina bad mood&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: amy ousterhout&lt;br /&gt;naughtyGRL0491: oh hi! wait that name sounds familiar&lt;br /&gt;naughtyGRL0491: r u a swimmer&lt;br /&gt;naughtyGRL0491: at the alpine hills club&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: no her name isnt amy&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: her name is katie&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: she's amy's friend&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: no!&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: i know amy, smart one&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: lol... hi k8ie&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: i no!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i know that&lt;br /&gt;naughtyGRL0491: oooh&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: lol&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: no i'm not a swimmer&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: she like so god damn smart!&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: lol&lt;br /&gt;naughtyGRL0491: wtf&lt;br /&gt;naughtyGRL0491: shut the fuck up tyler&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: ya ok w/e&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: ya i didn't get it&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: ok people...can we kinda...swear in good context&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: so like u can swear&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: but nicely&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: get it?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: good&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: lol&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: lol&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: no&lt;br /&gt;naughtyGRL0491: lol&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: i like to swear&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: fuck fuck fuck&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: hehe fun&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: sugar katie&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: bad&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: mandy... im surprised u rnt saying this..&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: whos mandy&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: low sugar diet manda?&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: whos manda&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: mandy is naughtygrl&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: oh ok&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: manda/mandy/amanda is all the same person&lt;br /&gt;naughtyGRL0491: low sugar diet....? wait i don't get it&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: oh ok&lt;br /&gt;naughtyGRL0491: i'm slow&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: u wouldnt&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: im lost&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: :-P&lt;br /&gt;naughtyGRL0491: ok&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: ya that's fine just an inside joke w/e&lt;br /&gt;naughtyGRL0491: probly impling to when i used to be fat&lt;br /&gt;naughtyGRL0491: lol&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: omg katie how was it with dan?&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: used 2 b?&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: lol&lt;br /&gt;naughtyGRL0491: omg!&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: ok i guess&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: lol&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: im jk!&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: y&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: comnm tell me!&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: nothing!&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: jeez!&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: theres sum things the world will never know..&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: u guys dont seem mad at each other. is everything ok now?&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: ya.. its was a stupid fight..&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i see&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: thats good&lt;br /&gt;naughtyGRL0491: yea&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: sure&lt;br /&gt;naughtyGRL0491: tyler was bein mean&lt;br /&gt;naughtyGRL0491: and callin me fat!&lt;br /&gt;naughtyGRL0491: lol&lt;br /&gt;naughtyGRL0491: bitch!&lt;br /&gt;naughtyGRL0491: jk&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: haha lol&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: lol&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: brb yall&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: i c&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: tehe&lt;br /&gt;naughtyGRL0491: k&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: golly gee i'm glad you two aren't fighting anymore!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: omg this calculus sheet is so hard. i cant believe she wants us to "start it early"&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: that sure scared the bajeebers out of me&lt;br /&gt;naughtyGRL0491: ummmm&lt;br /&gt;naughtyGRL0491: lol&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: i only got to 14&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: what are u on&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: 16&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: ha&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: lay down biatch!&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: poop&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: hehe&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: ok&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: anyway&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: so hows ur bf mandy?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: are u guys gonna do something special for ur anniversary?&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: she went away..&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441 has entered the room.&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: hi frederick&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: Have a entered the domain of the chatter room?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: hey frederick!&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: ya lol&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: Greetings, girls&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: hey guys this is my bf&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: hey&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: Hello, young man and or woman&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: how is school?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i hear bellerman is nice?&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: ya how's it goin, hon?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: even though it is all boys&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: u go 2 bellerman?&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: ya&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: no i do&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: do have lots of hw&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: School is absolutely delicious&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: o wow... not good stuff w/ bellerman.. bad memories&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: Well, we have made corporate enemies of other organizations&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: I must admit&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: really what happened?&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: really?&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: how?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: tell us frederick!&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: I do not comprehend the question&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: ya seriously&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: Please repeat&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: come onn tell how u got them mad&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: We traded their stocks..&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: please recite thou tale of miseries&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: without their consent!&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: ouch!&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: It was the most entertaining prank ever committed&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: totallh&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: why indeed!&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: where have the naughtygirl and barnbutt gone?&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: Yes, where have the ladies and or gentlemen gone?&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: fuck off fool!!! lol jk! jk!&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: she told you to fuck, freddy!&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: should i invite amy in2 the room???&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: how rue&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: Hey!  That is not proper use of the English language&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: *rude&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: no... quenns fool&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: I must be going&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: Be back in 2.35 sec.&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: joy&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: ok goodbye freddy&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: he will be back, hear ye not?&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: ya i got it&lt;br /&gt;maybethouster has entered the room.&lt;br /&gt;maybethouster: hi&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: but where is frederick?&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: i have no idea&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: 2.35 seconds are long gone&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: hey&lt;br /&gt;maybethouster: who's frederick?&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: hi amy!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: hi!&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: he goes 2 bellerman... remember brit and jeff's 'fiasco'??&lt;br /&gt;maybethouster: yeah&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: lol&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: that was fun//&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: brb&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: k&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: I have returned&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: frederick!&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: hey freddy&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: Hello ladies and or gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: when are u going back home for vacation frederick&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: where is it that you live?&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: I live in finland&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: finland, idiot&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: um, yes&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: yes right&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: i hafta go&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: no not u freddy, kneazle&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: ttyl&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: ok bye!&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: bi!&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: bb&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: frederick, say bye&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: c ya 2morrow amy.... at fun fun school&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: As we say in finland&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: :'(&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: SIanara&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: ok&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: what?&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: bb&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: they dont say that&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: lol&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: yes they do!&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: as i say/... i don't get it&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: thats japanese&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: lol&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621: bb&lt;br /&gt;barnbum621 has left the room.&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: yes, i understand&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: do you now&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: katherine, frederick, where are u?&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: right here, darling, sorry&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: I am presently sitting at my desk&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: Here in finland&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: oh so ur back already?&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: oh i see!&lt;br /&gt;maybethouster has left the room.&lt;br /&gt;Kneazle731: i miss vlad. he is all alone in russia&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: ok, i'm breaking out of character&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: was i good enough&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: haha did we fool u?&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: ya by far&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: lol&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: rilly good&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: i have a career in Instant Message acting?&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: yes!  My dream job&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: totally&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: lol&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: so i c ur won ur tennis thingy&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: who did u play agianst&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441: ya&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: against&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: w/e&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: lol&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13: i'm gonna leave this place&lt;br /&gt;Queens Fool13 has left the room.&lt;br /&gt;DanDaMan1441 has left the room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110006345000680909?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110006345000680909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110006345000680909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110006345000680909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110006345000680909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2004/11/omygodthis-is-funniest-shit-ever-i.html' title='O...My....God....this is the funniest shit ever. I love you Dan and Katie.'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</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-8726668.post-110005353052371164</id><published>2004-11-09T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T18:25:30.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's in the ceiling...</title><content type='html'>Buffy quotes are the best:&lt;br /&gt;So why don't you just come out and face me like a...thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes...I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't just wake up and stop loving somebody dammit! Love-is forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like daisies? I plant flowers but they always die. Everything  put in the ground withers and dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill her Spike. Kill her for me. Kill her for princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like to talk big, vampires do. I'm gonna end the world. But truth is, I like this world. You've got dog racing...Manchester United. You let Angellus free, good bye Leicester Bloody Square-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run? We can't run! That's cowardly. Can we hide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm our only hope? Oh, I don't work well under pressure. Can we have another hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow Cordelia! I have no clue what they were talking about when they said you dressed like a hooker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...have we met?&lt;br /&gt;You hit me with an axe once. Remember, get the hell away from my daughter?&lt;br /&gt;Ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel...I love you...&lt;br /&gt;Love ya too babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slaying always makes me really horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Buffy, Lady of Buffdom, noble of Buffonia, I am in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-so then she says-you won't believe this-she says-we can still be friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You two will love each other until it rips and tears at you from the inside out. I may be love's bitch but at least I'm brave enough to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-110005353052371164?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/110005353052371164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=110005353052371164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110005353052371164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/110005353052371164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2004/11/someones-in-ceiling.html' title='Someone&apos;s in the ceiling...'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-109997303041195309</id><published>2004-11-08T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T20:03:50.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grawp says grunt.</title><content type='html'>Oh I wish this winning were a bit more certain&lt;br /&gt;Better call my friends in Haliburton&lt;br /&gt;We will pay&lt;br /&gt;So we stay&lt;br /&gt;Rule the day&lt;br /&gt;DC land&lt;br /&gt;I'm sensitive I cannot lie&lt;br /&gt;I love to hug and kiss this guy&lt;br /&gt;For the rest...go to jibjab.com. That's right, nothing better to write at the moment, but I'll most likely add an entry later. So bye to all of ye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-109997303041195309?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/109997303041195309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=109997303041195309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/109997303041195309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/109997303041195309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2004/11/grawp-says-grunt.html' title='Grawp says grunt.'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-109987844013949694</id><published>2004-11-07T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T17:47:20.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Things!</title><content type='html'>I am happy again. Well, I was happy until twenty minutes ago when the five or six people I was talking to signed off like at the same time. So I am lonely. Nobody loves me but Sasha, since I'm on the phone with her and I love her too. :)&lt;br /&gt;Except the line broke. So now I'm not talking to her. Instead I am having a one-sided conversation with Talia. Latin is very interesting Sasha...I love the story about Varica. I am so tired and so bored and so overwhelmed by homework right now, it's not even funny. My English essay rewrite is dying literally lol. Katie, we have to go to the Mitchell Park dance together! It will be so fun my Ahi! Yes, as Sara has advertised, get in touch with your inner mad fairy. Whoops! Did I say Sara? I meant Zuna. I am xyrga now lol. Dan and Philip, you evil prankster people you. If you tell...the knives and acid are ready &gt;:-D. Ugh. I want a hug from someone other than my own mother, father or cat. Love you all who are so nicely not calling or iming me. Bye.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-109987844013949694?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/109987844013949694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=109987844013949694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/109987844013949694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/109987844013949694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-things.html' title='Happy Things!'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-109979099576832128</id><published>2004-11-06T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T17:29:55.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>19-1985</title><content type='html'>There was U2 and blondie and music still on MTV. What a special day today! I spent time at Sara's until about 12:30 today. 'Twas quite fun. We watched strange MTV music videos, danced like mad fairies, and scootered randomly around the block. I am still recooperating from the dance. Every school dance takes some recovery lol. It was very special. Random guys come behind you and try to freak you. Not the best way to pass time (unless you're Anna. Love u dolly :)). I just wish that I oculd talk to some people who I evidently pissed off. Ah well. Life goes on. Very special AIM convos today. Especially the whole blackmail sexy-calling thing. lol. My brother also decided to have some conversations with my friends, which typically does not amount to happy goodness, if you know what I mean. Over all, I am just hanging, watching Buffy, doing sit ups, yoga, meditating, relaxing, petting the cat, brooding over STUFF (lol Jubee and Sara), eating a bit, and ya. So I will go back to that now. Because Mr. Brood wants me to Ing. (Haha get it?)&lt;br /&gt;-Love,&lt;br /&gt;A heartless Dasha &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-109979099576832128?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/109979099576832128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=109979099576832128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/109979099576832128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/109979099576832128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2004/11/19-1985.html' title='19-1985'/><author><name>Dash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14389592714429465391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726668.post-109972291359966435</id><published>2004-11-05T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T22:35:13.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dance! Yay! Not.</title><content type='html'>So, the long-awaited dance finally happened. What we were waiting for, I don't know. And I invited two people who had a terrible time...probably because of me. Poo, ickykins. So, those two people: I'm really sorry...I should have given you guys a better time...and I'll see one of you in two weeks. I actually tried to find you guys right when you said bye, but you left. so Psh. Evil people! I'm now moping with Sara and Jubee, and we are listening to music and will shortly go watch the OC. I am in such a sad mood right now. People who I did not give me a good time, call me so that I can give you my "fully-fledged apolog." In short, I was not a good host, and I should have been nicer, so I'm sorry. K, I'm going to go now. Bye everyone. *Mopes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726668-109972291359966435?l=bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/feeds/109972291359966435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726668&amp;postID=109972291359966435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/109972291359966435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726668/posts/default/109972291359966435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellaoftheorder.blogspot.com/2004/11/dance-yay-not.html' title='The dance! Yay! 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