<?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-34183128</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:15:44.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><subtitle type='html'>­­­­</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkward-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34183128/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkward-beauty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jesus Freak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34183128.post-415127889280728690</id><published>2007-02-06T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T18:01:06.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial narrow;"&gt;So I started 2nd semester and it's pretty good so far. I have Math 10, French 20IB (equivalent to french 30. yah I'm not so proud of that...) English IB, &amp; Fashion. I like fashion, but it's harder than expected. I've never taken fashion before, well obviously because at Bearspaw there was no such thing, but it's pretty cool. Today I had to make samples and sew different types of stitching patterns, but on the sewing machine of course. It's really cool how we have a lot of machinery and things available to us. I really can't wait until Fashion 30, we're expected to make hardcore stuff by then, like grad dresses and such. Aha, just watch as I'll try mine on and it'll fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out some of my friends have Comm. Tech this semester, and I just feel for the ones that have Mr. Miles. Hahaha I warned them about him, and my warnings have helped. They'r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial narrow;"&gt;e not so happy to be in that class, as Mr. M is just creepy. I better be careful on this thing, who knows.. he could be reading this right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now in English we're reading Romeo and Juliet. It's pretty interesting, but it's like... awkward. I had to read Juliet with a group, and with my luck I was the only girl. Not a bad thing of course, except for when there were kissing scenes, it was just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt;. I mean no matter how mature you are, a giggle escapes one person in your group and it gets the rest going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial narrow;"&gt;Moving on, I've been listening to a lot of music lately, and I'm trying to expand my music horizons. I've found that I really like &lt;u&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/u&gt;, especially the classics "Billie Jean" "Bad" "Don't Stop 'Till You Get Enough" "Black or White" and of course the one and only "Thriller". Despite all that has happened with MJ in the past decade, he's a great artist. Call him a pedophile, whatever you want, but man can this guy sing &amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dance&lt;/span&gt;! Wow. I've been watching videos too. When he was younger &amp; had his normal color of skin, he wasn't bad looking if you ask me. Haha :P but anyway, if you get a chance, remember the oldies and listen to some of MJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FD5QM-KGUyo/RckkVbXR3cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wZ1YxU5FgQU/s1600-h/MJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FD5QM-KGUyo/RckkVbXR3cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wZ1YxU5FgQU/s320/MJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028590409477119426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34183128-415127889280728690?l=awkward-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkward-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/415127889280728690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34183128&amp;postID=415127889280728690' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34183128/posts/default/415127889280728690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34183128/posts/default/415127889280728690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkward-beauty.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-i-started-2nd-semester-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesus Freak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FD5QM-KGUyo/RckkVbXR3cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wZ1YxU5FgQU/s72-c/MJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34183128.post-116979798552981393</id><published>2007-01-26T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T01:59:35.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Love you long time *oh snap*.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Wow, wow, woe... It's been too long my friends. After my friend's death, I never really wrote back on my blog again, &amp; it wasn't really because of the accident, but just because of my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;A lot of things have happened since then. I've been busy with school, work, friends, boyfriends, life in general. (haaaa. jk on the boyfriends one xP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Well I'll start off with Mr. Miles. To our unfortunateness (b/c unfortunance isn't a word apparently), I will no longer be with Mr. Miles because as we all know, in public high schools we have the semester system meaning every course that we take is shoved into one semester (half the year). And as we know, the first semester is done, meaning Comm Tech is done, meaning no more creepy Mr. Miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;While I was on my unofficial hiatus, he did do a couple peculiar things.. of which I'm trying to remember. Oh yes, once he was lecturing the class about using our time wisely or some bogus crap like that, and he looked at us all with that pedophilic (jk) type face that he has and said: &lt;em&gt;If I find you wasting your time, guaranteed I will &lt;u&gt;not look at you pleasantly.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Ahaha omgsh all my friends and I wanted to burst out laughing 'cause it sounded just so utterly perverted, and the way he said it alone was disgusting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Hm. I'm trying to remember of anything else he's done/said. Well in general he was just odd. Aha once he made me take this photo over and over again just so that I could get 100% on some dumb project 'cause he knew that I did my homework and did my best on it. It's just funny how teachers learn to like you just because you're one of the few that does your hw/studies for tests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Ohhh and one more thing. One of my friends saw him changing in the classroom once. We have a theory, it's that we think he lives there. I mean, he's got a water fountain/sink contraption that we've seen him washing his face in, and he's got food, he's got his shoes and jacket and other clothing in his office, &amp;amp; he's got the school bathroom that he can use for his human necessities. + several others have caught him changing (no of course my friend didn't see anything, she just saw him zipping up his shorts or somethin aha. perfect timing eh?). Yep, he lives in his classroom lol. Oh Mr. Miles. I don't know if I'll get him for Comm Tech 20 next year, but if I do.. I'll keep y'all updated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;                                      ----Are you awake still? Sick. Stop drooling on the keyboard gawsh dang it. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Something else that I want to point out, is that I can proudly say that I've been made fun of because of my faith. It hasn't been directly or in a super hurtful way, it's like my own friends questioning me and being sarcastic about the way I do the things I do, and it's funny 'cause it's worse at work. I prayed once before eating a meal, &amp; to be honest for a split second I was hesitant, but I felt ashamed to even think about that, so I prayed anyways. Then of course came the comment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Friend: "You're praying..?". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Oh great. What do I say.. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Yeah. I prayed. Something wrong?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Friend: "Well, no.. it's just... I dunno."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Other Friend: "What's wrong with praying? That's cool."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Wow thank you God. Someone who's not a believer actually tolerates it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Yeah it was a little weird, but I got away with it, &amp;amp; I still do. I've been called "A Saint" by some other guy after that, &amp; before this incident, at school another friend looked at me strange 'cause I don't do anything "wild" like get wasted or have 150 boyfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;But it's funny, because at the same time there's some people who actually secretly admire my values &amp;amp; what I do, or don't do in this case, &amp; they don't tell me about it until some time later. While being made fun of in some way or another, I feel a bit crappy, but when people tell me that they like the way I am, I feel good about myself and it gives me an incentive to remain strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Who cares if one is called boring, or a saint, or questioned &amp;amp; laughed at. It's all worth it in the end because you turn out to be &lt;strong&gt;who you wanted to be&lt;/strong&gt;. And this doesn't just go for us public schoolers, it goes for everyone, because I know that at bearspaw people giggled sometimes at my dating values, or at some of my christian perspectives. But I just laughed it off myself, 'cause my values don't hurt anyone. They don't interfere with anyone else's life or any of their business. It's &lt;strong&gt;my thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;So I encourage you all that if you have something that you believe in, don't let others pull you down. Stand up, and &lt;u&gt;stand straight&lt;/u&gt;, cuz this is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope y'all are doing great &amp;amp; remember that you're in my prayers. Love you ever so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:100%;"&gt;-Jesus Freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34183128-116979798552981393?l=awkward-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkward-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/116979798552981393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34183128&amp;postID=116979798552981393' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34183128/posts/default/116979798552981393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34183128/posts/default/116979798552981393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkward-beauty.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-you-long-time-oh-snap.html' title='-- Love you long time *oh snap*.'/><author><name>Jesus Freak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34183128.post-116137918521738446</id><published>2006-10-20T15:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T14:19:06.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wherever you may be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial narrow;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I miss you like crazy, how I wish I could say one last goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img172.imageshack.us/img172/5144/calcovxv9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4396/3253/1600/R.I.P.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4396/3253/200/R.I.P.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/34183128-116137918521738446?l=awkward-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkward-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/116137918521738446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34183128&amp;postID=116137918521738446' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34183128/posts/default/116137918521738446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34183128/posts/default/116137918521738446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkward-beauty.blogspot.com/2006/10/wherever-you-may-be.html' title='Wherever you may be'/><author><name>Jesus Freak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34183128.post-115931892019974379</id><published>2006-09-26T18:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T01:05:47.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial narrow;"&gt;Alright, everything in my life is pretty swell I could say. School is good, except that we're learning Gr.11 material in Science which is a tad bit confusing. I find it a little frustrating to see my friends who are doing the normal curriculum, doing such easy homework and learning at a &lt;u&gt;much&lt;/u&gt; slower pace than us IB nerds. I mean, we're on electron configuration, &amp; they're just starting valence energy levels. Like, &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;come on!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well I'm going to have to keep this short, because I've gotta re-teach myself sub-levels &amp;amp; orbitals.. which stink by the way..&lt;br /&gt;About my day: We're playing Lacrosse in P.E &amp; wow, is it ever an R-Rated game! K, let's just say I saw everything from a poor guy getting canned, to my friend almost canning me, to a weird kid's butt-crack (ew.)&lt;br /&gt;Yep, well you Bearspaw people.. be thankful it's not part of your P.E. Lacrosse may seem fun, but if you want to live &amp;amp; produce young... I advise you stay away from the game. Aha, one of my friends was whipping the balls everywhere (I say ball&lt;u&gt;s&lt;/u&gt; b/c some schneaky people snuck in about 5 balls, so the Lacrose game was intense :P) &amp;amp; he ended up hurting half the girls in my P.E class, no joke.&lt;br /&gt;What else about my day... well I rode the bus home today.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Never again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home at five. Five! I don't have that kind of time.&lt;br /&gt;Alright my friends, leave a comment, because I love you so =)&lt;br /&gt;-The Magnificent, Jesus Freak&lt;br /&gt;(not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Another Mr. Miles Adventure. (Is this like episode 4?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial narrow;"&gt;[Mr Miles is showing the class examples of photographs. One particular photograph has a man surrounded by 2 women]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial narrow;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mr. Miles:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;Well class, here's this one photograph. And, hehe, here's a stud surrounded by some &lt;u&gt;good lookin' ladies!&lt;/u&gt; *smirks*&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial narrow;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;(thinking)&lt;i&gt; Is it just me, or is he just a &lt;s&gt;little&lt;/s&gt; VERY disturbing?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial narrow;"&gt;--Tune in for more Mr. Miles Adventures--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial narrow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34183128-115931892019974379?l=awkward-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkward-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/115931892019974379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34183128&amp;postID=115931892019974379' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34183128/posts/default/115931892019974379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34183128/posts/default/115931892019974379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkward-beauty.blogspot.com/2006/09/interesting.html' title='Interesting.'/><author><name>Jesus Freak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34183128.post-115819170633735608</id><published>2006-09-13T17:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T14:19:56.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Umumum...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial narrow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, here's another thing about Mr. Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;He has a calendar on his wall, of an underwear model, pretty much looking into his underwear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... now that's just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;SICK &amp;amp; WRONG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial narrow;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial narrow;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dang right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial narrow;"&gt;Haha, that man is just messed up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/34183128-115819170633735608?l=awkward-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkward-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/115819170633735608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34183128&amp;postID=115819170633735608' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34183128/posts/default/115819170633735608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34183128/posts/default/115819170633735608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkward-beauty.blogspot.com/2006/09/umumum.html' title='Umumum...'/><author><name>Jesus Freak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34183128.post-115793187688904481</id><published>2006-09-10T17:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T01:06:44.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back.. just a little</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial narrow;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I was bored, &amp; I decided to whip up a template &amp;amp; start a blog again. Don't ask why, I just get urges to do stuff at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaand before you know it, I'll probably be deleting it in a week or so :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I'm going to ramble on about my new school.&lt;br /&gt;So the first day, it was just grade 10s, &amp; there's quite a few.. to give you an idea, we filled up the whole gym in the assembly we had. My very first experience was a little interesting, because when I sat down with my class, the people I sat beside were majorly flirting, and I think you would call what they were doing, "petting". But hey, why bring disgusting visuals into my blog...&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I knew where all my classes were &amp;amp; thank you God I knew where everything was. It's not &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; big of a school, but &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bigger than Bearspaw. It's got three floors... and I have classes in all three of 'em. Sucks. The halls are so ridiculously packed.. &amp; if you go to Dief, I warn you.. you &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wear &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;deodorant&lt;/span&gt; to school, or else I'm gonna kill you.&lt;br /&gt;These couple of days have been good, it's the 5th day of high school, and this is what I've had so far:&lt;br /&gt;1. A review Comm. Tech test&lt;br /&gt;2. A safety Comm. Tech test&lt;br /&gt;3. Every night I've got Science hw (either worksheets or what not..)&lt;br /&gt;4. A lab-write up (whopee..)&lt;br /&gt;5. A S.S report (haha... ha ... ha....)&lt;br /&gt;6. A fitness test (actually I enjoyed that a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;7. Now I'm workin on a poster demonstrating different atomic theories. Barf.&lt;br /&gt;8. Oh yeah... I also had a test on the first day, but thank goodness it didn't count for marks.&lt;br /&gt;9. Oh yeaaah.. I've got a S.S handout to fill today too... (greeeeeeat)&lt;br /&gt;10. Haha today in Comm. Tech we practiced drawing circles, squares, ovals (&amp;amp; my teacher said do &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; make them look like potatoes...), rectangles, oh &amp; hundreds (no joke..) of horizontal, vertical, and diagonal lines on a page. Fun eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yeah that's not all the homework I've had.. most of it is done in class, this is the stuff I had to take home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, let me ramble on about my Comm. Tech teacher. I've laughed so much in his class, and no, it's not cuz he's funny... it's cuz I'm laughing &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;at him&lt;/span&gt;. Aha, let me tell you the first thing he did that made me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Miles is writing on his whiteboard, while the rest of the class listens to what he has to say. All of a sudden, Mr. Miles' marker seems to be running out and stops working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mr. Miles: &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*looks at marker*... *shakes it a bit* ... *tries marker again*... *marker isn't working*. &lt;/span&gt;FINE!!!! Don't work!! See if I care... hmph.. *romy thinks this man is on crack*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahaha... ok, who talks to their whiteboard marker? And then scolds it and points their finger at it..? uhhh. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll keep you up to date with the Mr. Miles adventures. But before I go, here's one more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mr. Miles is preparing to show the class some films made by previous students in his course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mr. Miles: Well kids, I'm about to show you some work from my older students. It's mostly films.. actually, HAHA it's &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; films! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ...&lt;br /&gt;*class is silent*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios mis amigos, los quiero mucho :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jesus Freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34183128-115793187688904481?l=awkward-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awkward-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/115793187688904481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34183128&amp;postID=115793187688904481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34183128/posts/default/115793187688904481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34183128/posts/default/115793187688904481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awkward-beauty.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-back-just-little.html' title='I&apos;m back.. just a little'/><author><name>Jesus Freak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
