<?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-3787404844974101809</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:36:03.995-08:00</updated><category term='Random School Blog Fail Chuck Norris Aki-chan Pokemon Lawton Bass BHS Hillbilly Hobos Rednecks'/><title type='text'>Bleeding Shadows94</title><subtitle type='html'>Where everything Tobi comes to life, in the shadowy corners of life! &amp;gt;:D</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Master of Shadow Puppets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317863691704083460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SW_8VTE32jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cK7Z--Ai54M/S220/rawr3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787404844974101809.post-97885524588362561</id><published>2010-05-09T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T16:38:03.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: Iron Man 2</title><content type='html'>Alright, it's been a long time since I've posted, so I'm gonna start off with the movie that I just finished seeing about... oooh... 20 minutes ago. xD&lt;br /&gt;Iron Man 2: called "the biggest sequel of the year", and I agree, although I think some of that may have come from inflation of people with high expectations. Now, don't get me wrong, the movie was great, but, like Revenge of the Fallen, it was... missing something. I actually texted someone as I left the movie, and was given a term to describe it: "Initial awesomeness that can't exactly be followed up by a sequel.". So, although the movie was good, it was too... bleh.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the villain (Whiplash, as most of you may know him) appears way too early in the movie. Actually, he's the second guy on-screen, minus Tony Stark being shown on the television. He appears as the villain Whiplash withing the first 20 minutes of the movie. And I must say... he's brutal. Like, you take a guy with XYY Syndrome and force-feed him a hella lotta Chicken McNuggets pumped up with testosterone, and then have someone stand in front of him and insult his mama... that's about what Whiplash looked like.&lt;br /&gt;Now, since I don't want to give away too many spoilers for those who don't want to read them, here's my disclaimer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WARNING! SPOILERS AHEAD! GO READ SOMETHING ELSE!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that that's done, we can go on to what happens, basically. A Russian dude gets pissed because his father worked with Tony's father ont he original Arc Reactor but was forced out of the country for suspected espionage. In order to get revenge (saying Tony's family was comprised of "thieves and murderers") he creates his own miniature Arc Reactor and utilizes the Repulsor technology to create two long whips (hence the name "Whiplash"). Tony is dying because he is using a piece of metal in his Arc Reactor that is affecting his body negatively. He goes to a press conference to tell how awesome he is, then attends a hearing in D.C., because the Senators, speaking for the government, want the suit. Tony points out that there are numerous people that try and re-create the suit, only to have their plans fail all over the world (even pointing out that the man who is working for the government, was in one of the videos with a malfunctioning suit). Tony goes to Manaco for something relating to the Stark Expo and decides to take place in the Formula 1 race. He gets in a fight with Whiplash, barely able to fight back because he can't get his portable armor. He finally gets it and almost loses, managing to overload Whiplash's whips. Whiplash is arrested and fakes his own death at the jail while going to work for the man who Tony pointed out in the video as being a "probably terrorist". This is Hammer. Hammer intends on making several suits. Whiplash turns the suits into drones, while Cl. Rhodes, USAF, takes the Mark II Iron Man armor for the government. It is outfitted with several weapons systems and linked to a central place, like the drones. Tony finds out about a new thing his father invented that was secretly placed on a map. Tony constructs a new element based on the blueprints (after told by Nick Fury that he hasn't tried everything to save himself), and uses it to power his new armor. He flies over, hoping to stop the drones. The drones begin firing at Tony who uses his awesomeness to destroy them. Rhodey's suit is powered down by a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who was undercover at Stark Industries. The two of them fight off the remaining drones, kill Whiplash and are awarded medals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;END SPOILERS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, obviously I left stuff out, but that's for you to see. The action scenes, way more intense. But you can go see it yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 7.3/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787404844974101809-97885524588362561?l=bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/feeds/97885524588362561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2010/05/movie-review-iron-man-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/97885524588362561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/97885524588362561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2010/05/movie-review-iron-man-2.html' title='Movie Review: Iron Man 2'/><author><name>Master of Shadow Puppets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317863691704083460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SW_8VTE32jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cK7Z--Ai54M/S220/rawr3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787404844974101809.post-4280272563385701484</id><published>2009-08-21T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:27:57.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: District 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WARNING: PLOT ENDING AND/OR DETAILS FOLLOW. DON'T WANT TO KNOW? THEN DON'T READ!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;District 9. Probably one of the most well-kept secretive movies of all time (that I know of). By this, I mean, the trailers don't tell you &lt;em&gt;crap&lt;/em&gt;. The trailers show you some scenes and a little bit of information, but everything in the film is shrouded in mystery. I'd like to point out that this is not one of those "ALIENS HAVE LANDED IN DC/NEW YORK/CHICAGO AND LET'S SEND IN OR ENTIRE MILITARY TO DESTROY THEM!" movies. In fact... it doesn't take place in the United States at all... or North America. No, it takes place in Johannesberg, South Africa. Hence the accents everyone has. The movie is filmed documentary-style for the most part. This means interviews, news reels, security camera footage and all sorts of things of that nature. But no, it is&lt;em&gt;  not&lt;/em&gt; another Cloverfield, so you don't have to worry.&lt;br /&gt;In the movie, 20 years ago a ship appeared above the South African city of Johannesburg and just sat there for several months. The military managed to cut their way into the ship and found several malnourished aliens inside. After taking them down, they gave them food and a place to live. The aliens began to strike and raise hell, rioting and trying to survive lthrough hostile means, thus District 9 was born. Distric 9 and the "Humans Only!" signs are plays on District 6 and "Whites Only!" which was a real problem in South Africa several years ago.&lt;br /&gt;In order to keep the aliens in order, the Multinational United (MNU) was created. The movie stars a young man who works for the MNU and goes into District 9 to evict the aliens and send them to a new place. During this, 2 alien men and a child (the aliens are referred to as "Prawns", by the way...) find something and use it to create some guel inside a canister. They hide the canister but the MNU agent finds it. It sprays him with a black liquid and he progressively gets sicker througholut the day. He is taken to a hospital with a bandaged arm and they remove the bandages to reveal an alien arm. The humans are incapable of operating the alien weapons due to the weapons needing alien DNA to work (they are part biological). This alien arm is capable of firing the weapon, so MNU plans to harvest his organs in order to allow humans to operate the weapons. The man gets away and re-enters District 9, one of the aliens, named Christopher, tells the man he can fix him. They go to retrieve the fuel that will take them up to the mothership on a "suicide mission" into the MNU facility. They retrieve it and bring it back, but Christopher tells the Hybrid man that her will come back in 3 years to fix him, since the aliens must come first in order to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked this movie. A lot. It involves a lot of realistic aspects, not just military vs. aliens. There are some people in District 9 who eat the aliens in beliefs that they will become like them. They also trade food for aliens weapons, despite not being able to use them. I liked the aliens, particularly, because they have primitive needs but are extremly advanced, capable of creating biological weapons the size of a handgun with the effects of a bazooka. They scavenge for food, looking for everything they can to eat. They create makeshifts huts out of whatever materials they can find and wear scraps of clothes. This movie is much like a modern-day Holocaust, because the aliens are not allowed to leave, they are kept in these camps an dmust do as ordered. The movie is incredible and has a lot of good aspects. The aliens had great designs, as did the robot suit that was used later in the movie. The weapons used were not those annoying shiny, perfect, glowy weapons you see in most movies, but were in fact, a dulled, faded, battered old look. I give this movie an 8/10 and suggest watching it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787404844974101809-4280272563385701484?l=bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/feeds/4280272563385701484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/08/movie-review-district-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/4280272563385701484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/4280272563385701484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/08/movie-review-district-9.html' title='Movie Review: District 9'/><author><name>Master of Shadow Puppets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317863691704083460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SW_8VTE32jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cK7Z--Ai54M/S220/rawr3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787404844974101809.post-5165634906914904165</id><published>2009-06-30T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:28:39.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WARNING! SPOILERS FOLLOW!! DON'T LIKE? DON'T READ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first thing's first, I apologize for not posting blogs about the other 2 days of AE, I didn't have the time. However, if you would like to see my VLog, go to youtube.com/user/n00bCosplay and you can see my videos about it there.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday, my friends and I went to see T:RotF. These are my thoughts, a bit of a synopsis, and yaddah-yaddah-yaddah...&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well here we go. Comparing the movie to it's predecesor, you can see huge changes. First, as they said, there is way more robot activity. And by that, I mean there are way more robots and robot screen time. So this a good thing for all the people who complained about the lack of such in the first movie. The interaction between the robots and the humans is greater, and the military meets up with Sam much earlier in the movie, lessening the amount of transitions between areas (Middle East to U.S. and back again). It's hard to say which movie was better. I liked the first one for it's military usage, but I liked this one because of the robots.&lt;br /&gt;My first thought, after seeing the movie, is that the face destruction thing was &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; too overused. To explain: most characters that died either had their face sliced/diced/ripped/blasted or destroyed in some way as their murder, or it was at least destroyed before they died (Optimus was shot and punched multiple times in the face before being pierced through the Spark). I was also sort of disappointed in the fact that the Decepticon Sideways (the Audi R8) was killed and you never saw his face. He was in car form and his long-time rival, Sideways (the Corvette Stingray) shoved a blade through his hood and dragged it through, effectively slicing him in half and thus, killing him.&lt;br /&gt;I was confused about some things in Cairo/Egypt. First of all: After Jetfire opened up a portal and transported himself, Sam, Ace, Simmons, Mikaela and Wheelie to Egypt, Sam's hand is in a cast. This is strange because, only moments before, it had been fine. Now yes, I iknow the real life reason for this (when he flipped his car) but this seemed a little out of place and I was hoping for a better explanation of it. Another thing is this: While Simmons, Ace, Mudflap and Skids are engaging Devastator (who is made up of all 7 Constructicons), yet at the same time, Sam, Mikaela, and the rest of the Autobots, as well as the military, are engaging the &lt;em&gt;same&lt;/em&gt; Constructicons. Also, at the beginning of the movie, the Constructicon named Hightower (a large Tuss Crane) was killed, yet, he is later seen in vehicle mode, combining to form Devastator (his parts were taken, by the way, to fix Megatron, making it seem to me like he would be incompletely built...). And about the Constructicon named Rampage (the crab-shaped front-load shovel Decepticon), his color is &lt;em&gt;constantly changing&lt;/em&gt; througout the movie. When he's in vehicle mode: yellow (the color it should be), yet when he's bringing Megatorn back to life, orange. He's later seen forming Devastator's leg: yellow, and during the time that Devastator is attacking and Rampage is attacking Bumblebee, he is, again, reddish-orange.&lt;br /&gt;To those who saw the movie and were probably wondering what I was: Why is Blackout (the MH-53 Pavelow helicopter) in this movie?? Well, I have the answer. He wasn't. That Pavelow that appeared was in fact a Decepticon named "Grindor". Grindor was in fact, Blackout's body, reanimated with a different Spark by Skorponok somehow. The reason he's green: Well, if you were made of metal and were laying at the bottom of the ocean for 2 years, how do you think &lt;em&gt;you'd&lt;/em&gt; look?&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the movie, Alex was asking me about those Primes if they were Decepticons or if they the Fallen. Well, if you listen to Jetfire, he says that the Fallen &lt;em&gt;used to be&lt;/em&gt; a Prime, and thus was the same species as the others, however, the defected. That's why they look so similar, they were the original 7 Transformers.&lt;br /&gt;And more confusion! Jetfire announces t hat his father was the first wheel, but he didn't transform into anything, yet he did so with "honor, diginity!... *gas explosion*". Yeah, figure that one out.&lt;br /&gt;The movie, in itself, was brutal, massive and very good. It had good CGI effects, we get to see the Nemesis, and several Transformers many wanted to see in the past. Soundwave appeared, and although he was missing his voice changer (the thing that made him sound all robot-y), he was still pretty kickass, despite not having any action (only thing he did was hack a military satelite and stay in a very awkward position &lt;em&gt;on&lt;/em&gt; that satelite for the rest of the movie, and release Ravage in the form of a missile.&lt;br /&gt;I give this movie a 9.8 out of 10. I only give it a little off because of it's... well, it's hard to explain, it just seemed to be missing something...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787404844974101809-5165634906914904165?l=bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/feeds/5165634906914904165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/06/transformers-revenge-of-fallen-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/5165634906914904165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/5165634906914904165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/06/transformers-revenge-of-fallen-movie.html' title='Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen Movie Review'/><author><name>Master of Shadow Puppets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317863691704083460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SW_8VTE32jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cK7Z--Ai54M/S220/rawr3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787404844974101809.post-5821810456359133574</id><published>2009-06-13T11:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T11:46:37.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AE (Anime Evolution) 2009 Day 1</title><content type='html'>While waiting for my cousin and her boyfriend to get their cosplay armor on for Day 2, I am here at my Aunt's house telling you about day 1.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to the convention centre (my first con EVER) and I was dressed as a (really crappy) Edward Elric from &lt;em&gt;FullMetal Alchemist. &lt;/em&gt;Being Ed, I got some comments that all started in the word `Shorty`. It was funny, actually. First time was by 2 Organization XIII members, whom I glared at (we met them again, to where they cowered and said `You`re not &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;short!`) then I encounted an L and someone else, while I was waiting in line to see a voice actor. I was bored, so I threw my bag (which contained my iPod, headphones, multiple booklets and phamplets, camera and a water bottle) at him. He then pushed me down with his foot, I did a bit of an anime fall (not practiced, but effective) then jumped up and treatened him with my gheto automail arm. He freaked and hid behind the fairy chick he was with. We saw him again outside of the centre on the way to get dinner, he called me shorty and I ran after him and he hid behind the same chick, screaming. Silly L. I also encountered 2 sort of fat chicks, who were the only ones who glomped me. First glomps ever! It was pretty cool, actually and if the glompling game is going on on day 3, I might actually join. Nontheless, it was fun, and they say today is going to be even better. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am dressed as Light Yagami. I got my cousin`s boyfriend (or should I say &lt;em&gt;fiance&lt;/em&gt;) to straighten my hair. It looks more like Light from the movie then it does with the anime, but whatever. I also have my ghetto Death Note with me. My suit, made up of a brown dress shirt (dark with light vertical stripes) and brown dress pants (light) bought at two different thrift shops. Oh well, I`ll be Ed again tomorrow and hopefully more people will know me.&lt;br /&gt;That`s it for now, so I`ll blog about day 2 later. C`ya guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787404844974101809-5821810456359133574?l=bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/feeds/5821810456359133574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/06/ae-anime-evolution-2009-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/5821810456359133574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/5821810456359133574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/06/ae-anime-evolution-2009-day-1.html' title='AE (Anime Evolution) 2009 Day 1'/><author><name>Master of Shadow Puppets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317863691704083460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SW_8VTE32jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cK7Z--Ai54M/S220/rawr3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787404844974101809.post-8582257696893269558</id><published>2009-05-19T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:41:56.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Day/\Awesomeness</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm blogging from Alex's house right now, because we had early release at school today, so I managed to convince my mom to let me stay after school to hang around downtown. So far, I've got to ride in the back of Alex's bike trailer (which is totally pwnsome), Went to Mohammad's house and got to pet CHICKENS! (I filmed it so I can put it on YouTube) and also, we were riding ont he sidewalk, and this happened: &lt;div&gt;*rides by with Alex singing On the Road Again*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;There's a bike lane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*ignores* What'd he say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That there's a bike lane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh. *rides through muddy water*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;*comes up* Did you hear me? I said there's a FUCKING bike lane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;I said there's a fucking bike lane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Who the fuck cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;I DO! *approaches*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;OH SHIT! *rides away* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So that's about it, I'll post more later. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787404844974101809-8582257696893269558?l=bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/feeds/8582257696893269558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/05/weird-dayawesomeness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/8582257696893269558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/8582257696893269558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/05/weird-dayawesomeness.html' title='Weird Day/\Awesomeness'/><author><name>Master of Shadow Puppets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317863691704083460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SW_8VTE32jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cK7Z--Ai54M/S220/rawr3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787404844974101809.post-2130327384513670326</id><published>2009-05-17T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:07:17.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Face :'(</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone...&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, things have not been doing so good lately... especially since last night... that came back today to haunt me...&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I told Taylor I was going to give Paige a second chance... well, Taylor doesn't like Paige all that much (online relationships, Paige left me twice for guys she actually knew and Taylor didn't like that). So in any case, Taylor got mad when I told her about it, and kinda went off and left. That was last night. Today she came in and we talked for a bit and she apologized, but last night, she was going to tell me something, and I kept bugging her, asking her "What?" and finally she told me that she loved me... like, not like the whole "brother-sister, father-daughter" thing we have going on, but like, she LOVED me...&lt;br /&gt;Well, she just came back and told me that she was sorry and that she was going through trouble and I worked with her... it's what I do... *sighed* Oi vey, life, you know? Better, the life of a TEENAGER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787404844974101809-2130327384513670326?l=bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/feeds/2130327384513670326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/05/sad-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/2130327384513670326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/2130327384513670326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/05/sad-face.html' title='Sad Face :&apos;('/><author><name>Master of Shadow Puppets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317863691704083460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SW_8VTE32jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cK7Z--Ai54M/S220/rawr3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787404844974101809.post-8712819750564275524</id><published>2009-04-17T19:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T19:11:46.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>List Poems- "Things to Do At a Metal Concert", "Things to Do While Trying to Come Up With a Poem", "I wonder..."</title><content type='html'>List poems are sort of as they are, lists of things stemming from one topic. I wrote 3, here htey are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Things to Do At a Metcal Concert"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen to music (obviously)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buy food&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get drunk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Start a moshpit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get in a fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Headbang to metal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wave a lighter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dance randomly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get a chick's phone number&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Throw bottles at the stage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a panic attack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get an autograph&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Purchase a CD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get a picture with the lead singer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Things to Do While Trying to Come Up With a Poem"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think for a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Concentrate hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find an inspiring idea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Discover words to relate to the topic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop for no reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pick up where you left off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Attempt to make it better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Writt some phrases that are pointless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laugh at your stupidity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smile and pant at your paper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Announce loudly that you have finished&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I wonder..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why life is so hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How teachers got so far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The reason music is a musician's life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why some writers are better than others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How come I'm even writing this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When gas prices will be happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who invented scented markers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How bread was discovered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why people like writing on themselves so much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who came up with the idea of lined paper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The reason it's fun to draw, even if you SUCK!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why it's such a bad thing to be different&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How the language system works&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all I got for now, so until next week, I'll see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787404844974101809-8712819750564275524?l=bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/feeds/8712819750564275524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/04/list-poems-things-to-do-at-metal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/8712819750564275524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/8712819750564275524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/04/list-poems-things-to-do-at-metal.html' title='List Poems- &quot;Things to Do At a Metal Concert&quot;, &quot;Things to Do While Trying to Come Up With a Poem&quot;, &quot;I wonder...&quot;'/><author><name>Master of Shadow Puppets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317863691704083460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SW_8VTE32jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cK7Z--Ai54M/S220/rawr3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787404844974101809.post-7322858178370271128</id><published>2009-04-16T18:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:53:48.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen</title><content type='html'>Well, as you can see, I re-did my page's layout (sort of). I was inspired because of the shadows (Makuta, lulz) but also because of T:RotF!! I can't wait to see that movie. The first one was great, this one will be amazing! I mean, it's got more robots (THANK GOD!) as well as more face-shots. I'm kind of disappointed that Megatron's back (even more disappointed that they didn't re-name his Galvatron) but oh well. I really, really want to see Soundwave, now. I hope his robot form has SOMETHING to do with a music device. I think he turns into a satellite/plane/rocket ship thing and Ravage (the lion thing at the top of my page) is launched from him in the form of a missile. Although the characters are drastically changing from their G1 form, they are also being "recycled" like Superman and Batman, giving you new things snad changing osme of the original stuff, so it's okay. Apparently Bryce is going to take me and 3 other friends to go see it, so that'll be sweet. Maybe just the band should go? :\ I don't know. All I know is that this is gonna kick ass. The Fallen looks like a cool character, too,  by the way. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787404844974101809-7322858178370271128?l=bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/feeds/7322858178370271128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/04/transformers-revenge-of-fallen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/7322858178370271128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/7322858178370271128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/04/transformers-revenge-of-fallen.html' title='Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen'/><author><name>Master of Shadow Puppets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317863691704083460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SW_8VTE32jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cK7Z--Ai54M/S220/rawr3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787404844974101809.post-6435369783645296530</id><published>2009-04-16T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:47:58.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Found Poem, "This Weeks Weather"</title><content type='html'>This is my found poem, I wrote it today. It is also called a "Cut and Paste" poem. Basically, you go through magazines or newspapers, looking for words or phrases to make a poem. Mine actually made sense instead of some jibber jabber. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mostly breezy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Partly cloudy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A closer look&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slight chance of showers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Issued Tuesday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Partly sunny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just unbelievable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Showers likely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A dog under a palm tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rain developing late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was good enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Temperature brands are high for the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The county made a mistake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't forget to include your mom's name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I did that last line was because I needed 15 lines and only needed to write one last thing, so I did. and I got all of that off of ONE newspaper page. I'm just awesome like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787404844974101809-6435369783645296530?l=bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/feeds/6435369783645296530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/04/found-poem-this-weeks-weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/6435369783645296530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/6435369783645296530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/04/found-poem-this-weeks-weather.html' title='Found Poem, &quot;This Weeks Weather&quot;'/><author><name>Master of Shadow Puppets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317863691704083460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SW_8VTE32jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cK7Z--Ai54M/S220/rawr3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787404844974101809.post-3854777434086197390</id><published>2009-04-14T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:24:53.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pantum Poem- "Hobos Rule"</title><content type='html'>This is a poem I wrote for my English class. It's in Pantum format, meaning that each line is repeated once in the poem. You will see. Please enjoy. It's about hobos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They kicked me out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They left me for dead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody reads my desperately pleading sign&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My shoes don't match&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They left me for dead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sleep in the mud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My shoes don't match&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've stolen 3 shopping carts in the past week&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sleep in the mud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I eat your moldy cheese&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've stolen 3 shopping carts in the past week&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just soiled my pants again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I eat your moldy cheese&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody reads my desperately pleading sign&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just soiled my pants again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They kicked me out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. ^^&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was based off of all my encounters with hobos. I would've written more, but we were only supposed to do 16 lines (8, each one repeated).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787404844974101809-3854777434086197390?l=bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/feeds/3854777434086197390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/04/pantum-poem-hobos-rule.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/3854777434086197390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/3854777434086197390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/04/pantum-poem-hobos-rule.html' title='Pantum Poem- &quot;Hobos Rule&quot;'/><author><name>Master of Shadow Puppets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317863691704083460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SW_8VTE32jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cK7Z--Ai54M/S220/rawr3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787404844974101809.post-4954714495572172631</id><published>2009-03-17T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:10:04.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Rogers' Cuddle Bunker</title><content type='html'>It's where all the Muffins live. For those of you who don't know what that means, I shall give a brief explanation of the names of the current Muffins and how it got started:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History-&lt;br /&gt;        I was on xat and I decided to make up a nickname for Near. I came up with "Chunk Muffin". I don't know, I thought it was cute. So I made a MySpace page. Yes, I made a MySpace page. I had to come up with a URL and I was typing in stuff that was already taken (sadly) so I was trying to find one and I came up with "Chipper Muffin" so my URL was myspace.com/chippermuffin94. After that, I was talking with Taylor and I called her Bunny Muffin. After that, I made the decision to give my closest friends the title of Muffins. Here are the ones we have so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names-&lt;br /&gt;       Rachel V.: Chunk Muffin&lt;br /&gt;       Taylor A.: Bunny Muffin&lt;br /&gt;       Jeremy W.: Chipper Muffin&lt;br /&gt;       Bryce H.: Fluff Muffin&lt;br /&gt;       Luke F.: Draco Muffin&lt;br /&gt;       Alex "Muhammad": Fuzz Muffin&lt;br /&gt;       Colin W.: Midget Muffin&lt;br /&gt;       Tyler R.: Spaghetti Muffin&lt;br /&gt;       Dominic F.: Nappy Muffin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the Muffins. They live in the Cuddle Bunker. We are here. We are waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Give your soul to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Release your life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To begin another time with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;End your grief with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's another way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Release your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take you place inside the fire with her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2006, Disturbed, (c) "Inside the Fire"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787404844974101809-4954714495572172631?l=bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/feeds/4954714495572172631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-rogers-cuddle-bunker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/4954714495572172631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/4954714495572172631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-rogers-cuddle-bunker.html' title='Mr. Rogers&apos; Cuddle Bunker'/><author><name>Master of Shadow Puppets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317863691704083460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SW_8VTE32jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cK7Z--Ai54M/S220/rawr3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787404844974101809.post-5546260131187842791</id><published>2009-03-10T13:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:37:16.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie review: Watchmen</title><content type='html'>Well, since I'm sick and staying home, I might as well write this movie review. On Sunday, me and Alex went to go see Watchmen. This is a brief summary and my thoughts on the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WARNING: SPOILERS BELOW - DON'T WANNA KNOW? DON'T READ!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set during the Cold War in NYC, all costumed "superheroes" have been outlawed. Only one remains, a vigilante by the name or Rorshach. After the murder of retired hero named the Comedian, Rorshach begins to suspect someone is trying to kill all the heroes. Meanwhile, Dr. Manhattan is being framed for crimes that he never committed, and is accused of giving people he has had too much contact with, cancer. Rorshach goes to his old partner, Nite Owl and tells him his theory. However, Nite Owl dismisses it, calling Rorshach paranoid. After an attempt on "the smartest man in the world", who is another ex-hero, Rorshach says he knows he's not crazy. Dr. Manhattan leaves Earth after having trouble with the pres and teleports to Mars. There, he spends a bunch of his time in solitude. The Doomsday Clock is moved up due to increasing threat of Russia's nuclear attacks. After suiting up, Rorshach, Nite Owl and Silk Spectre begin to investigate. Rorshach is taken to prison where he is busted out and they travel to Antarctica finding that the ex-hero who was supposedly "attacked" is the one picking off heroes in an attempt to stop the nukes. After he succeeds, Rorshach goes to reveal the plot to frame Dr. Manhattan, but the good doctor shows up, saying that this is for the better good and vaporizes Rorshach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was very good. It is definitely worth the price to get in. It is rated R for a good reason. Sexual content, language, rape, and strong action violence are just some examples. There is a lot of blood flying. You can expect a lot since it came from the same guy who made 300. It has a lot of the same effects from the mentioned movie, however, it gives it a better feel. This movie was considered "un-filmable" but when it was filmed, it turned out very good. It is very dark, full of romance, anger and villainy. Fans of the original comic will be overly delighted to see the movie. i give this movie a 12/5 and each of Disturbed's Ten Thousand Fists will have their thumbs up. This movie is very good. I suggest you see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787404844974101809-5546260131187842791?l=bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/feeds/5546260131187842791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/03/movie-review-watchmen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/5546260131187842791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/5546260131187842791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/03/movie-review-watchmen.html' title='Movie review: Watchmen'/><author><name>Master of Shadow Puppets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317863691704083460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SW_8VTE32jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cK7Z--Ai54M/S220/rawr3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787404844974101809.post-6901292331449316774</id><published>2009-03-07T17:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:31:49.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawton's...Birthday...Party... O.O xD</title><content type='html'>Best... weekend... ever...&lt;br /&gt;Below is a prank call conversation we had today when we were bored. We called a bike shop. The owner's name has been changed to avoid security reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red: Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Green: Tim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Blue: Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hi, is Tim there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yeah, this is him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hi Tim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hello...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hi!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Who's this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A person... who is... calling you... o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;How can I help you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wanna be your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes sir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Who is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The awesome-est person in the world who wants to be your best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mm-hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*takes the phone* Hey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;What are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;What are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Some underwear... like... boxers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*hangs up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well... yeah, that's what happened. After a few more random prank calls to random people we don't know (and Ricco) there was a lot of random-ness, including rolling people around in a barrel, me destroying the barrel and yeah... well, after most everyone was gone, we decided to mess around with the baseball team at our school across the street. We were dancing to the Scat Man and it was funny. Then Bryce got an idea. Dance on the side of the road for the people to my music. so we did. And we got sodas. We danced some more, then we added some more people, and my camera, then we had a brilliant idea. So we made a huge sign, with 3-D letters, and the sign read "HONK IF U THINK WE NEED A LIFE" and we got A LOT of honks, and it was sooooo funny. You would not believe how funny it was. We got a lot of reactions, and it was just so great. We were like, climbing up a tree, humping the tree, Lawton was pretending to play his bass, Bryce wanted to break-dance SO bad, and it was just hilarious. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, that's it for now. Fuck the quote, the prank call is your quote. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787404844974101809-6901292331449316774?l=bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/feeds/6901292331449316774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/03/lawtonsbirthdayparty-oo-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/6901292331449316774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/6901292331449316774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/03/lawtonsbirthdayparty-oo-xd.html' title='Lawton&apos;s...Birthday...Party... O.O xD'/><author><name>Master of Shadow Puppets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317863691704083460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SW_8VTE32jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cK7Z--Ai54M/S220/rawr3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787404844974101809.post-1440132431362636179</id><published>2009-03-04T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:48:50.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Bad Day... v.v</title><content type='html'>Well, a few days ago, I was having some strange symptoms... my throat hurt a bit, as did my stomach and a headache, as well as loss of balance. The next day, it got worse. This morning, i woke up and it was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; bad. Just a few minutes ago, my momc alled the doctor to see what was wrong and they said I may have strep throat... first time I've had it since I can remember. I stayed home from school today, and probably will tmorrow... God, this headache of mine hurts like fuck... T_T (Sorry for the potty mouth word, Aki-chan. ._.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cloak: Can you believe it, John?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I belive in America!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My childhood is being raped in front of my very eyes! And by eskimos no less... with their cold, feely hands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787404844974101809-1440132431362636179?l=bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/feeds/1440132431362636179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/03/really-bad-day-vv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/1440132431362636179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/1440132431362636179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/03/really-bad-day-vv.html' title='Really Bad Day... v.v'/><author><name>Master of Shadow Puppets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317863691704083460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SW_8VTE32jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cK7Z--Ai54M/S220/rawr3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787404844974101809.post-9120723029967476057</id><published>2009-03-01T13:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:15:38.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada</title><content type='html'>Yeah... not much to say. I went up to Canda for my birthday yesterday. For the most part, it was boring. For a few hours, I was downstairs listning to my music, then I went upstairs, and played Super Smash Bros. on my cousin's GameCube for a few hours, played with my younger cousin, ate dinner, played some more, had cake, played some more, let him play 1 Player mode, got my cards and then played a little more, then left...t hat's about it. What I got:&lt;br /&gt;$22 Canadian (From Ginny and Kerry)&lt;br /&gt;$20 Canadian (From Mike and Shauna)&lt;br /&gt;$10 USD (From Grandpa)&lt;br /&gt;3 polo shirts (From Tina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be using the Canadian money to buy things or something during AE this summer up in Canada, since once that money crosses the border back to the U.S., it loses some value. Sadly. And that's it... yep... also, the dance video failed to upload. *sniffles* DAMMIT! DX Well, the world will never see our dance, apparently. v.v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Soon, we Skrall will shed our skins like the Sand Dragons and be revealed for what we truly are. Warriors. Conquerers! And soon, Bara Magna shall fall!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787404844974101809-9120723029967476057?l=bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/feeds/9120723029967476057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/03/canada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/9120723029967476057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/9120723029967476057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/03/canada.html' title='Canada'/><author><name>Master of Shadow Puppets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317863691704083460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SW_8VTE32jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cK7Z--Ai54M/S220/rawr3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787404844974101809.post-2529475891804690389</id><published>2009-02-26T18:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:32:03.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day after 15th Birthday</title><content type='html'>Yeah, well yesterday was my birthday. What I have so far as presents:&lt;br /&gt;Camera travel case&lt;br /&gt;New tripod&lt;br /&gt;85 cents (after bugging Atkins)&lt;br /&gt;Dead pen (from Ethan)&lt;br /&gt;All the Disturbed and Scatman John songs (from Alex)&lt;br /&gt;Candy (Frau B)&lt;br /&gt;Looking like one of the biggest idiots in one of the most embarassing yet awesome things ever in&lt;br /&gt;        German class (danced with Nate)(video to be up on Youtube soon, hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it so far, hoping to get something from Canada family on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not much else to tell, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Why don't you take a seat? Go on, take a seat, right there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787404844974101809-2529475891804690389?l=bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/feeds/2529475891804690389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-after-15th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/2529475891804690389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/2529475891804690389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-after-15th-birthday.html' title='Day after 15th Birthday'/><author><name>Master of Shadow Puppets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317863691704083460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SW_8VTE32jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cK7Z--Ai54M/S220/rawr3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787404844974101809.post-8178473206544765245</id><published>2009-02-23T17:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:27:11.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well... stuff... bleh. xP</title><content type='html'>Yeah, well I'll start with yesterday's news.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, February 21st, 2009:&lt;br /&gt;       Band practice. We got a new band member. He's an 8th grader, but he's a kickass guitarist. He has a gigantic amp, a nice guitar (with a whammy bar ;D), plus an awesome distortion pedal, Wa-wa pedal and a bunch of other awesome equipment that make him sound awesome. He's a grat guitarist, really experienced and has long woman hair. TIMOTEI! Lol, inside joke. ._. Anyways, so we worked on Bleeding Shadows (the song that originally named Prius) and tried adding lyrics, however, the microphone was being a piece of crap and was giving us a lot of feedback for no reason (the mic was as far away from all the speakers/amps as possible) and up on my new microphone stand, so it should've been fine. Then the speakers blew out and Bryce fixed them and the mic worked fine after that, but past th at point we did not work ont he song. However, with the new guy (I think his name is Oden, or Odon or something. Pronounced "Oh-DEN", you figure it out.) with his practice, we got him and Kyle to play the riffs, and it actually sounded great, if you could hear Kyle, then Oden, it sounded grat (two different tones thanks to the heavy distortion). Lawton got electrocuted. The idiot grabbed onto the neck of his bass, wanted the new guy to stop playing so he placed his hand on the guitar neck and ZAP! All I know is that I was trying to figure out what was wrong with the mic, the guitar suddenly stopped, there was a lot of yelling and I turned around almost to be crushed by a fatass (my arm got hit with the bass). But it went pretty well, though I don't think Oden likes me too much and may be trying to replace me as lead singer. Also, we played "Smells Like Teen Spirit" (Oden sang).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's news:&lt;br /&gt;       Not much. Not really oober excited about my birthday on Wednesday, but oh well. I'm getting all the Disturbed CD's and a speaker system from Alex tomorrow, and it's going to be pretty cool. And in German, on my birthday, me and Nate are going to dance and boogey-oogey-oogey 'till we just can't boogey no moooooore!(Boogey)Boogey no moooore, booogeh, bay-beh! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... yeah, that's about it, so closing note time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bring the violence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's signifigant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To the life if you've ever known anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bring the violence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's signifigant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TO THE LIFE, CAN YOU FEEL IT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AH-AH! OW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How can you sleep when you live with your lies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Out of your mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Up from your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That kind of thinking starts a chain reaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are a time bomb ticking away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Need to release what you're feeling inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let out the beast that you tried to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Step right up and be a part of the action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Come get your game face on because it's time to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're pushing and fighting your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You'rer ripping it UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bring the violence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's signifigant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To the life if you've ever known anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bring the violence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's signifigant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To the life, can you feel it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ah-ah! Ow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(x2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How do you live without playing the game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sit on the side and expect to keep sane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Step right up and be a part of the action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Come get a piece of it before it's too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take a look around, things are not what you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We're living in a violent society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well my brother let me show you a better way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Come get your game face on because it's time to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're pushing and fighting your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're ripping it UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bring the violence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's signifigant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To the life if you've ever known anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bring the violence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's signifigant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To the life, can you feel it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ah-ah! Ow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TELL ME WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO BE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANOTHE GOD DAMN JEW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TELL ME WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO BE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Should I leave it on the inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TELL ME WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO BE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANOTHER GOD DAMN DRONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TELL ME WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO BE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Should I get ready to play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're pushing and fighting your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're ripping it UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bring the violence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's signifigant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To the life, if you've ever known anyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bring the violence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's singnifigant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To the life, can you feel it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ah-ah! Ow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;       Disturbed, 2001 "Violence Fetish", the Sickness (c) 2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787404844974101809-8178473206544765245?l=bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/feeds/8178473206544765245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-stuff-bleh-xp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/8178473206544765245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/8178473206544765245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-stuff-bleh-xp.html' title='Well... stuff... bleh. xP'/><author><name>Master of Shadow Puppets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317863691704083460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SW_8VTE32jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cK7Z--Ai54M/S220/rawr3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787404844974101809.post-4288775782380349031</id><published>2009-02-08T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:41:42.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH. MY. GOD. NOW WE SO HAPPY WE DO THE DANCE OF JOY!!!!</title><content type='html'>That's how I feel right now~~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well, last night... Hybrid (and Colin) stayed over at Bryce's house... all night... OH MY GOD! XDDDD It was incredible. First thing's first, band practice (which kicked ass, like always) followed by... everything... the most random conversations, Halo-playing, game-failing, video-taping, random-ness to ever happen to the universe... except Nick (inside joke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even explain it, it was just... oh my God. *he fell over laughing* The babies... Nick... Ben... the evil attic... the XBox... you would not believe the time we had... and I didn't think this was possible but I went a whole 2 days without a computer! Yaaaaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, since I'm too lazy (and bored) to write everything that happened, you'll just have to figure it out... tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How could you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How could you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How could you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How could you hate me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When all I ever wanted to be was you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How could you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How could you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How could you love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When all you ever gave me were open wounds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~Skillet "Open Wounds" (c) 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787404844974101809-4288775782380349031?l=bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/feeds/4288775782380349031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-my-god-now-we-so-happy-we-do-dance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/4288775782380349031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/4288775782380349031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-my-god-now-we-so-happy-we-do-dance.html' title='OH. MY. GOD. NOW WE SO HAPPY WE DO THE DANCE OF JOY!!!!'/><author><name>Master of Shadow Puppets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317863691704083460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SW_8VTE32jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cK7Z--Ai54M/S220/rawr3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787404844974101809.post-7268659784160405565</id><published>2009-01-31T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:10:24.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty kickazz-ness.</title><content type='html'>Okay, well, let's begin, since I have a lot to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, the first day of Fianls at BHS, we all had 30 minutes extra before school, a 30 minute break instead of a 15 minute one, and an hour lunch, and only one lunch period, so I got to hang out with my friends for almost two extra hours. On Wednesday, however, at Lunch, Lory, Bryce and I ditched everyone else and ran over to DQ (everyone usually ditches Bryce and Lory, and I usually can't go anywhere, so it was a treat for all three of us). We had Blizzards and shiz, and it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Second and last day of Finals (two days, yaaaaaay!), same schedule. We played random games and whatnot before school, like football with a shoe. Plus, it was all recorded cause I brought my camera. It was a pretty random day. We all decided to go (everyone in our group) to the family owned, Italian pizza place downtown called Chiccetis(sp?). It was really awesome,  because we got two 2 Litre bottles of soda and a whole pizza (there were 9 of us, but Paul had his own lunch, so everyone got one slice). It was pretty good. Brycec and I. being the only ones with money, split the deal. I recorded the walk home, but Bryce wanted it taken down since technically he's not allowed off-campus. If you want (and Bryce has to approve of this) I can post it here, however. I posted all 6 of the other videos, however. You can check them out at my Youtube page, youtube.com/user/Vezonmasta&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went home to do a few things and then went over to Bryce's house, and we played Guitar Hero: World Tour, and we all had our positions (Bryce on drums, Kyle on guitar, me on the mic) and it went pretty well. For the first time that I got to sing on a Guitar Hero or RockBand style game (I've only played GH3), I did pretty good (but then again, it WAS on beginner). My lowest score was like 89% and my highest was 99%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: No school, yay! But, I got some good news... *drum roll**more drum roll**annoyingly long drum roll**drum solo* I GOT THE REST OF THE BIOINICLE GLATORIAN AND AGORI SETS! WHOOOOO-HOOOOOO!!! (Glad I didn't decide to grab either Fero &amp;amp; Skirmix or Tuma XD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: It is Saturday todday! Yaaay. My family might be coming down from Canda, but my "Expectancy for Family to Visit" meter is currently reading "Don't bet your life on it, idiot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Aah, yes, tomorrow, Super Bowl Sunday... I'll either be watching that 17 hours of House marathon on USA or be at Bryce's house all day for band practice. xP Whichever one suits me better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well, also, I'm planning a birthday party for myself on the Saturday of the same week as my birthday (which this year is on a Wednesday)! I'm thinking of bringing... Lory and his cello, Bryce, Nick (OMG, NICK!), Kyle and his guitar &amp;amp; amp, Lawton with HIS bass &amp;amp; amp, Colin (maybe), Tyler (maybe), and maybe my family... I also want a tailgate party in my back yard. But I doubt that'll happen. Also, my mom is literally asking me to do the impossible for the birthday party, so that means I'll be a miserable 15-year-old boy. &lt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My life suffocates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Planting seeds of hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've loved, turned to hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trapped far beyond my fate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I give, you take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This life that I forsake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Been cheated of my youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You turned this lie to truth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You'll suffer unto me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Harvester of Sorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Language of the mad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Harvester of Sorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pure black, looking clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My work is done soon here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Try getting back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Get back which used to be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Drink up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shoot in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let the beatings begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Distributor of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your loss becomes my gain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You'll suffer unto me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Harvester of Sorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Language of the mad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Harvester of Sorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All have said their prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Invade their nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To see into my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You'll find where murder lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Infacticide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Harvester of Sorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Language of the mad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Harvester of Sorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Language of the mad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Harvest of Sorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;        ~"Harvester of Sorrow" (c) Metallica, 1988, Album: "...And Justice for All", 6th track All rights reserved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787404844974101809-7268659784160405565?l=bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/feeds/7268659784160405565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/01/pretty-kickazz-ness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/7268659784160405565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/7268659784160405565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/01/pretty-kickazz-ness.html' title='Pretty kickazz-ness.'/><author><name>Master of Shadow Puppets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317863691704083460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SW_8VTE32jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cK7Z--Ai54M/S220/rawr3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787404844974101809.post-2793451916203474469</id><published>2009-01-23T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:38:27.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda happy faaaace...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Two good things happened today, and one of them was kinda bad. The first being that I found out how to do voice-overs on Windows Movie Maker. Because of this, I MSN video called my friend (we'll call him Lory, cause I know he'll see this) and recorded it, so you could here us. In fact, I'll attach it.  It turned out pretty awesome (and random!).&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e68b0b836585a3f6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De68b0b836585a3f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332339676%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D421F9BC3495CE7AD1B50E065EBB3C6B7DF83D8D3.5C3CB50983976981E54FA8C264EBA1E41F3670BA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De68b0b836585a3f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2auVQEGoqr0SbVsud4Dvva-RVSE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De68b0b836585a3f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332339676%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D421F9BC3495CE7AD1B50E065EBB3C6B7DF83D8D3.5C3CB50983976981E54FA8C264EBA1E41F3670BA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De68b0b836585a3f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2auVQEGoqr0SbVsud4Dvva-RVSE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;The other thing, was that I don't have to go to school for half the day tomorrow and watch a baby for the other half any more! Why? I caught a cold! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's one of the luckiest breaks I've ever had. o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess I should post a picture of what I look like for all you stalkers out there. &lt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294689252619950914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SXqD0qJ9m0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Toz5xJdZz0c/s320/Image13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well... that's about it... sooo, closing time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"She slid a razor across her wrist, copper-colored blood squirted from the perforated vein as she slowly sank into the darkness of her depression."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787404844974101809-2793451916203474469?l=bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e68b0b836585a3f6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/feeds/2793451916203474469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/01/kinda-happy-faaaace.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/2793451916203474469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/2793451916203474469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/01/kinda-happy-faaaace.html' title='Kinda happy faaaace...'/><author><name>Master of Shadow Puppets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317863691704083460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SW_8VTE32jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cK7Z--Ai54M/S220/rawr3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SXqD0qJ9m0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Toz5xJdZz0c/s72-c/Image13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787404844974101809.post-5575839671619743728</id><published>2009-01-22T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T07:33:16.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mm, not so pwning day, sadly</title><content type='html'>Okay, yesterday wasn't all that great... I mean, I went onto xat, right? And I started talking to Aki-chan and we kind of got into this thing... and, well... it didn't go so well. I tried explaining the &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; me to her and she began going on about if people don't like who I really am, then screw them, but nobody wants to be with the real me. Dark, decisive, cunning, shady, manipulative, I guess you could fit "murderous" in there as well. She was talking about religion, and beliefs being the few things that keep her going and I quoted Tyler on this "Show me proof of God and I'll show you the flying spaghetti monster.". That's how I felt... and it all started cause I was explaining she's never heard what I exactly sound like when I sing, and she said she loved my singing voice, but you can't judge what you've never seen or heard. Sadly, the argument ended abruptly and she left... I know she has a blog and chances are she'll see this before I see her, so if she does... I'm sorry... I'm really, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; sorry... I got out of control with it, and now I feel like I've done something horrible... so... please, if you can, forgive me... It may not seem like much, but to me, it is... it's serious... I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Next, yesterday, I was basicaly starved from dinner. I had like, no food until about 8 o' clock at night. See, my mom made leftovers... I hate leftovers. So I had to find something else. Ramen and potstickers took too long to make, I didn't want canned stuff like Chef Boyardee or whatever, and I didn't want less-than filling food like waffles or cereal. So... I was left blank. Every time I try to make eggs I FAIL! After a while, my mom after to make me some, which she did and I ate them and was still hungry but there wasn't enough time to get anything else after explaining to Near what had happened between me and Aki, doing the same to GinGin and arguing with Aki and watching EddsWorld, there wasn't any other time... so I failed to eat more food and as I type this from my school library, having eaten one bowl of Frosted Flakes I only have on thing to say:&lt;br /&gt;"I AM HUNGRY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to close, I'm going to try something a little different. I'm going to close with a nice quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"A corpse bleeds at the sight of the murderer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787404844974101809-5575839671619743728?l=bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/feeds/5575839671619743728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/01/mm-not-so-pwning-day-sadly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/5575839671619743728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/5575839671619743728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/01/mm-not-so-pwning-day-sadly.html' title='Mm, not so pwning day, sadly'/><author><name>Master of Shadow Puppets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317863691704083460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SW_8VTE32jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cK7Z--Ai54M/S220/rawr3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787404844974101809.post-1234112238644974612</id><published>2009-01-18T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:00:25.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG PWNING DAY!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today was so pwnsome.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first Hybrid got together. We debated on changing the name of our song "Prius". Kyle said we needed to set the theme before doing a title, however, Lawton, who originally wrote it, is the only one who knows what it sounded like, and he didn't have a whole lot of that at all. So, after getting some guitar in there and much deliberation, we re-named it "Bleeding Shadow" (Bryce was subliminally thinking about this blog). We got one line of lyrics down for it, but it's hard to practice, especially since the drums and bass are drowning out Kyle's guitar. We finally got me a microphone, and we put it in a good place, though the speaker/amp it's hooked up to doesn't go very loud with that thing. But it worked. But, we got the opening and the bridge down. The guitar is mostly a combination of Metallica rifts with a few twists to them to make them really awesome. It needs more work, but it's doing way better in the 4 times we've gotten together, vs. Lawton's other band, which has been together for a while (named "Lightly Toxic"), we pwn their noob asses!&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of practicing, we tried watching an Ozzfest DVD but quickly got bored and went outside with some arisoft guns to go all U.S. Army in the wide spread of woods on the mountain on which Bryce lives. We were going in pretty deep (XD), and when se wtopped at the top of a rise we climbed to rest and for Kyle to take a piss, we heard gunshots. But we didn't pay much attention... we started getting worried when they came closer. So we kept going deeper... I know, we're idiots, but we were bored and had about half an hour to get back, so we kept going. Soon after, Bryce saw a silver flicker, which may have been, in fact, a muzzle flash from the rifle we heard. Now, armed with two BB guns and an airsoft pistol with 10 rounds, and what Bryce and I believed may have been a psychotic  mass murderer or something, the odds seemed against us. After a long trek through the forest and around the mountain, we finally arrived at his house. I didn't know it was his house, though. There was an icey wooden staircase we started going up, and I kept asking "Who the hell's house is this?" and he never answered. Then we went around and I found out where we were. Then my mom picked me up and took me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the less-important stuff:&lt;br /&gt;While over at Bryce's house, we went chat-hopping on xat and caused mayhem, then we found Melz and gave her a bunch of crap. I tried running on a treadmill and failed (it wasn't even turned on DX). We saw Bryce's older sister and... wow... ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, so time to end it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Chuck: Yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Are you aware that you could kill someone with a single look?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Chuck: Really? *turns to look at the crowd*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787404844974101809-1234112238644974612?l=bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/feeds/1234112238644974612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/01/omg-pwning-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/1234112238644974612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/1234112238644974612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/01/omg-pwning-day.html' title='OMG PWNING DAY!!!!!!'/><author><name>Master of Shadow Puppets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317863691704083460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SW_8VTE32jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cK7Z--Ai54M/S220/rawr3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787404844974101809.post-5529242302359035776</id><published>2009-01-17T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:37:49.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos, boredom, sadness, hunger and stuff o:</title><content type='html'>Today was... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BORING! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I mean, honestly, damn, there was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOTHING &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I watched most of the "&lt;em&gt;Dark Knight&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;em&gt;again. &lt;/em&gt;I went to Fred Meyers today looking for the Glatorian and what did I find? NOT EVEN A SHELF SPACE FOR THEM ! D:&lt; That made meh sad. T-T&lt;br /&gt;I made two videos today, both slideshows with Windows Movie Maker. The first one was meant for Youtube and it was a Disturbed lyrics video to the song "Stupify". However, due to liscencing reasons (which &lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt; pissed me off) it was banned from the site. Then I made a video of pictures taken from around my family at Christmas-time when we got together. Unfortunately, when I went to send it to my family-like contacts for them to forward to others that I don't have, MSN wouldn't take the damned file. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;I've been hungry all damn day. Yep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time to close with my Chuck Norris line-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ladies, I only have one question for you... *to the tune of Do Your Ears Hang Low* DO YO BOOBS HANG LOW, TO DEY WOBBLE TO DA FLOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787404844974101809-5529242302359035776?l=bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/feeds/5529242302359035776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/01/videos-boredom-sadness-hunger-and-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/5529242302359035776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/5529242302359035776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/01/videos-boredom-sadness-hunger-and-stuff.html' title='Videos, boredom, sadness, hunger and stuff o:'/><author><name>Master of Shadow Puppets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317863691704083460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SW_8VTE32jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cK7Z--Ai54M/S220/rawr3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787404844974101809.post-6239799085434941362</id><published>2009-01-16T15:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:06:12.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot, second post!</title><content type='html'>Okay, well I promised myself I would make a post every day or at least twice a week, so here's my second post of the week! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty amazing. There was only one lunch period today and it was 45 minutes long. So after about 20 minutes of standing in line waiting to get my lunch (I never knew pasta day was so popular!) I was trying to figure out where the guys went when they went outside. Bryce came up and told me they were at Lawton's dad's place (which is right across the street, literally) so I brought my lunch over there to eat. There was a demon box and I kept screaming like a little girl when it moved until I found out Colin and Tyler were inside it.&lt;br /&gt;Later, when we were walking back to school, we were throwing my luch tray all over the parking lot and and across the road and crap and Bryce wanted to see how far he could throw it. He threw it like a frisby and it went somewhere into the baseball diamond and we all ran for our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce wore his purple fuzzily pimp hat today, so it was pwnsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an MLK assembly today, and it was pretty awesome. Before the assembly, I got to my 6th period class (3rd class of the day) and tried to give Atkins a cheese stick and a tooth brush. It was awesome. I got them from Bryce and Luke, and when I was walking around the corner on my way up to the third floor I ran into two juniors or seniors or some other fun-sized upper classmen, and they just stared at me and were like "Ooookay, creepy kid with a tooth brush." and I just giggled like a maniac then went back up to the third floor. When Atkins didn't take the stuff I was like "FOOLISH!" and put the stuff on his desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band is getting together on Sunday, and we're thinking of staying over. Lawton is bringing over like a 50-pack of Monsters, and I was like "Dude, if you give me one of those, and try to stay up till 4:30... well let's just say you won't be alive that long if I have a Monster."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chuck Norris: I'MMA FIRIN' MAH LAZA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787404844974101809-6239799085434941362?l=bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/feeds/6239799085434941362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/01/woot-second-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/6239799085434941362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/6239799085434941362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/01/woot-second-post.html' title='Woot, second post!'/><author><name>Master of Shadow Puppets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317863691704083460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SW_8VTE32jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cK7Z--Ai54M/S220/rawr3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787404844974101809.post-9104429979901897559</id><published>2009-01-15T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:16:48.638-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random School Blog Fail Chuck Norris Aki-chan Pokemon Lawton Bass BHS Hillbilly Hobos Rednecks'/><title type='text'>Only the Beginning</title><content type='html'>Well, this is my first blog ever!... Well except for that time in science, but that didn't count! Everyone had a screen name and we were debating about... I can't remember... ._. I think Baby Jacob came up every once in a while, but that's not important. Yeah, Aki-chan thought I should get one and I did cause I think it'll be awesum-possum. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omigosh, it was soooo funny today! Like... the guy who sits at my science table had an iPod video, and he was watching Family Guy when SSR started and Balsiger was like "David, put that away, no Family guy now. A little baby sucking on his father's nipple thinking it's his mother is horribly messed up humor." and David was all like "So you're saying you don't like Family Guy?" and Balsiger was like "No, I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; Family Guy, as I said, messed up humor, but you can't watch it now. I'll watch it with you later, all right?" and David was just like "Kk!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and today, at lunch, we were going to go to Lawton's dad's place, and like, there were all these seniors and juniors driving out for lunch, and we were on the side of the road waiting to cross, and we saw this dude in a beat up ol' Chevy driving at 50 mph, and Lawton was like "That's me driving!" and then when the guy drove by us, he rolled down his window and was like "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-HAAAAWW!" and Lawton said "Yeah, that's me too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Chuck Norris and I approved this- *the real Chuck Norris, who is now black, roundhouse kicks his way in and kills Tobi*&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris: &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'M RICH, BITCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3787404844974101809-9104429979901897559?l=bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/feeds/9104429979901897559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/01/only-beginning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/9104429979901897559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3787404844974101809/posts/default/9104429979901897559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingshadows94.blogspot.com/2009/01/only-beginning.html' title='Only the Beginning'/><author><name>Master of Shadow Puppets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317863691704083460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ch9QnwGD0Yo/SW_8VTE32jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cK7Z--Ai54M/S220/rawr3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
