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href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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My neck. Hurts. Ow. Pain.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well enough of that. I've started a.... I dunno..... Comic blog...?.... I guess you could call it. I don't know what the future holds for Scribble People. It makes me sad. I did enjoy doing it, but maybe this is the way my comic future will go. Who knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I can add a link... &lt;a href="http://scribbleshay.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I don't know what else to say. I redid the blog again. I like this one, I didn't like that last one as much. But I like the simplicity of this one. And it makes it so the new comic blog and this one kinda match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. Well, sorry I don't have much to say, neck/back pain can be so distracting. Til later, toodles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-7082382187779676437?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/7082382187779676437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2011/07/me-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/7082382187779676437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/7082382187779676437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2011/07/me-pain.html' title='Me = pain!!!'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-5919026335174817613</id><published>2010-10-25T23:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:09:24.982-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hereditary Spheocytosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cold Aglutinin Auto Immune Hemolytic Anemia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>I have decided I want to be an artist for a living</title><content type='html'>After much (25 years worth) thought, I may have decided what I want to do with my life. I want to draw.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its sorta funny to me that I want to do something like this. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; never thought I would want to do something like this. Or that I could. I didn't realize I had any drawing ability until I was about out of high school. I just started drawing little doodles and being half decent a them. But still never really considered it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In high school I wanted to be a writer. I was never really that good at writing, but I think it was just high school. Obviously I still like to write. I keep up on this blog fairly often, but I think when it all comes down to it this is all I would ever want to do with writing. Have some journal that a few people might read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In junior high I wanted to be a Broadway star. REALLY LAME!! I know. But I just discovered musicals. Like Cats, Phantom of the Opera, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Newsies&lt;/span&gt;, Rent..... All that. Plus I also had learned that I could sing. Well. Not just belt out a few notes, I do have a very good singing voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But once again, it seems that all of that was just a passing fancy. I love to sing. Absolutely love it, but I don't think I could do it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;professionally&lt;/span&gt;. Well, I could, but I wouldn't enjoy it. I like to sing just to sing. I think if I had to constantly put thought into it, it would loose its flavor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even funnier still, in elementary I wanted to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;paleontologist&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah. I love dinosaurs. Little known fact about me. I love them!! They are so wicked cool. I love going to the Dino Park, I like reading all the little facts about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dinos&lt;/span&gt;, I have a bunch of really nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dino&lt;/span&gt; books my mommy got me when I was little still. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dinosaurs&lt;/span&gt; are wicked cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I digress. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt;. I want to draw. I love it. I think about stuff I can draw, I think about how to draw things different or better, its like all I can think about. As many passing fancies as I've had when thinking about something to do with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;career&lt;/span&gt;, I worry a little that this may also be a passing fancy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again, I feel really excited about the possibility of doing this for a  career. None of my other passing fancies have ever got me this excited. Like even thinking about a future with it all just feels right. I feel like its something I can do. I have a future with it. It may not be a good money future, and I'll probably always have to have at least a part time job, but that just sounds so right. Still have a job that gets me out of the house, but also have time to draw. It all just sounds so wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. But onto other stuff. I had another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;doctors&lt;/span&gt; appointment today. I am still showing signs of having cell break down, but not on a high level or anywhere close to me getting anemic. So that's good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am down to 50 mg of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Prednisone&lt;/span&gt;, which is good. My doctor wants to get more aggressive about lowering my dose. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Prednisone&lt;/span&gt; can do terrible things to your body, so I don't want to be on a high dose for a long time. We are going to do a cell count in a week to see what's going on with that, and if things are still looking good we may be dropping it again in a week. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also learned that the cold is a HUGE factor in all of this so I HAVE to stay warm. Or I could end up needing more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;transfusions&lt;/span&gt;. That sucks though, cause I freaking LOVE the cold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;weather&lt;/span&gt;. I feel like I'm the biggest jerk to myself. I've been so excited for the cold weather to get here, it finally does, and I can't even enjoy it. Super lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. I have a few ideas for a cheap Halloween costume that I hope I can pull off by this weekend. Missing all the work I did really limited my Halloween costume money, which sucks, since I had the best idea and greatest costume that I can now not do :(  Oh well. There is always next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. I think that is all. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;toodles&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/1130847234919885552-5919026335174817613?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/5919026335174817613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-have-decided-i-want-to-be-artist-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/5919026335174817613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/5919026335174817613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-have-decided-i-want-to-be-artist-for.html' title='I have decided I want to be an artist for a living'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-8159680637321526932</id><published>2010-10-21T23:33:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T00:14:53.858-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hereditary Spheocytosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cold Aglutinin Auto Immune Hemolytic Anemia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adrian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>Post 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I didn't realize that my last blog was #100. Kinda cool.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. I took new pictures. Of my dolls. Here they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEpMWPgQkI/AAAAAAAAA2E/1zAuv1oLdHU/s1600/2010-10-21_11-49-41_478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEpMWPgQkI/AAAAAAAAA2E/1zAuv1oLdHU/s320/2010-10-21_11-49-41_478.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530747109493457474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oliver!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEpMWPgQkI/AAAAAAAAA2E/1zAuv1oLdHU/s1600/2010-10-21_11-49-41_478.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEpMLX-OYI/AAAAAAAAA18/fsY1qYhRszM/s1600/2010-10-21_11-50-55_857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEpMLX-OYI/AAAAAAAAA18/fsY1qYhRszM/s320/2010-10-21_11-50-55_857.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530747106576185730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEpMLX-OYI/AAAAAAAAA18/fsY1qYhRszM/s1600/2010-10-21_11-50-55_857.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's always so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pensive&lt;/span&gt; looking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEpLrOvRyI/AAAAAAAAA10/pi2-S4i_2AM/s1600/2010-10-21_11-51-17_529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEpLrOvRyI/AAAAAAAAA10/pi2-S4i_2AM/s320/2010-10-21_11-51-17_529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530747097947522850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEpLeKX8LI/AAAAAAAAA1s/4U3Zy-ChELc/s1600/2010-10-21_11-52-24_677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEpLeKX8LI/AAAAAAAAA1s/4U3Zy-ChELc/s320/2010-10-21_11-52-24_677.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530747094439555250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEpLeKX8LI/AAAAAAAAA1s/4U3Zy-ChELc/s1600/2010-10-21_11-52-24_677.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fiona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEpKncAO5I/AAAAAAAAA1k/CI8BpP0-D30/s1600/2010-10-21_11-52-42_443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEpKncAO5I/AAAAAAAAA1k/CI8BpP0-D30/s320/2010-10-21_11-52-42_443.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530747079749548946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEpKncAO5I/AAAAAAAAA1k/CI8BpP0-D30/s1600/2010-10-21_11-52-42_443.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really like the long wig on her. I'm glad I was able to fix it finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnqaj2flI/AAAAAAAAA00/3PpRCaKI34M/s1600/2010-10-21_11-53-35_201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnqaj2flI/AAAAAAAAA00/3PpRCaKI34M/s320/2010-10-21_11-53-35_201.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530745427025362514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnqaj2flI/AAAAAAAAA00/3PpRCaKI34M/s1600/2010-10-21_11-53-35_201.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnqCY_3rI/AAAAAAAAA0s/EKtvn5wENvo/s1600/2010-10-21_11-54-48_482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnqCY_3rI/AAAAAAAAA0s/EKtvn5wENvo/s320/2010-10-21_11-54-48_482.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530745420537388722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnqCY_3rI/AAAAAAAAA0s/EKtvn5wENvo/s1600/2010-10-21_11-54-48_482.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really like this outfit as well. I think it suits her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnpsVBJhI/AAAAAAAAA0k/X6mo9uPihcc/s1600/2010-10-21_11-54-55_91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnpsVBJhI/AAAAAAAAA0k/X6mo9uPihcc/s320/2010-10-21_11-54-55_91.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530745414615115282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnpsVBJhI/AAAAAAAAA0k/X6mo9uPihcc/s1600/2010-10-21_11-54-55_91.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnpKsnQtI/AAAAAAAAA0c/qcZWhoTDGm4/s1600/2010-10-21_11-55-52_818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnpKsnQtI/AAAAAAAAA0c/qcZWhoTDGm4/s320/2010-10-21_11-55-52_818.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530745405587276498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnpKsnQtI/AAAAAAAAA0c/qcZWhoTDGm4/s1600/2010-10-21_11-55-52_818.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anarchy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnozrIcZI/AAAAAAAAA0U/lh6cj9fxPaI/s1600/2010-10-21_11-56-18_731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnozrIcZI/AAAAAAAAA0U/lh6cj9fxPaI/s320/2010-10-21_11-56-18_731.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530745399407047058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnozrIcZI/AAAAAAAAA0U/lh6cj9fxPaI/s1600/2010-10-21_11-56-18_731.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnD1fJREI/AAAAAAAAA0M/9qbtvaY9Dz8/s1600/2010-10-21_11-59-27_544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnD1fJREI/AAAAAAAAA0M/9qbtvaY9Dz8/s320/2010-10-21_11-59-27_544.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530744764238480450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnD1fJREI/AAAAAAAAA0M/9qbtvaY9Dz8/s1600/2010-10-21_11-59-27_544.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Always giving me so much '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ttude&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnDjYbh9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/R5RUelqGBDI/s1600/2010-10-21_12-00-30_159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnDjYbh9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/R5RUelqGBDI/s320/2010-10-21_12-00-30_159.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530744759378479058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnDjYbh9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/R5RUelqGBDI/s1600/2010-10-21_12-00-30_159.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Milo had some crazy freaking bed head or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnDJpf-lI/AAAAAAAAAz8/QpC6hLUPCzM/s1600/2010-10-21_12-00-48_224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnDJpf-lI/AAAAAAAAAz8/QpC6hLUPCzM/s320/2010-10-21_12-00-48_224.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530744752470751826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnDJpf-lI/AAAAAAAAAz8/QpC6hLUPCzM/s1600/2010-10-21_12-00-48_224.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnCw-WmDI/AAAAAAAAAz0/8fK2afhFfQA/s1600/2010-10-21_12-01-00_974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnCw-WmDI/AAAAAAAAAz0/8fK2afhFfQA/s320/2010-10-21_12-01-00_974.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530744745847330866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnCw-WmDI/AAAAAAAAAz0/8fK2afhFfQA/s1600/2010-10-21_12-01-00_974.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnCTbcXlI/AAAAAAAAAzs/r4-yepIckzc/s1600/2010-10-21_12-01-08_601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnCTbcXlI/AAAAAAAAAzs/r4-yepIckzc/s320/2010-10-21_12-01-08_601.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530744737916280402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEnCTbcXlI/AAAAAAAAAzs/r4-yepIckzc/s1600/2010-10-21_12-01-08_601.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It looks kinda cute on him though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEmhBfdJJI/AAAAAAAAAzk/nXCW31SF5PU/s1600/2010-10-21_12-04-21_318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEmhBfdJJI/AAAAAAAAAzk/nXCW31SF5PU/s320/2010-10-21_12-04-21_318.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530744166165587090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEmhBfdJJI/AAAAAAAAAzk/nXCW31SF5PU/s1600/2010-10-21_12-04-21_318.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adrian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt;' so grumpy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEmgtCPqfI/AAAAAAAAAzc/tnSwowxIKnk/s1600/2010-10-21_12-04-29_426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEmgtCPqfI/AAAAAAAAAzc/tnSwowxIKnk/s320/2010-10-21_12-04-29_426.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530744160674359794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEmgtCPqfI/AAAAAAAAAzc/tnSwowxIKnk/s1600/2010-10-21_12-04-29_426.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really don't think he looks that grumpy, I just know Mikey thinks he does&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEmgGsDcBI/AAAAAAAAAzU/EqNn0b4gmvc/s1600/2010-10-21_12-05-00_718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEmgGsDcBI/AAAAAAAAAzU/EqNn0b4gmvc/s320/2010-10-21_12-05-00_718.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530744150380736530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEmgGsDcBI/AAAAAAAAAzU/EqNn0b4gmvc/s1600/2010-10-21_12-05-00_718.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEmfn1vaiI/AAAAAAAAAzM/uaIV_Sm4_Ao/s1600/2010-10-21_12-05-46_552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEmfn1vaiI/AAAAAAAAAzM/uaIV_Sm4_Ao/s320/2010-10-21_12-05-46_552.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530744142099868194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEmfn1vaiI/AAAAAAAAAzM/uaIV_Sm4_Ao/s1600/2010-10-21_12-05-46_552.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really like the way his wig was sitting in these shots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEmeyCjrDI/AAAAAAAAAzE/efmgktM7GTA/s1600/2010-10-21_12-05-52_271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEmeyCjrDI/AAAAAAAAAzE/efmgktM7GTA/s320/2010-10-21_12-05-52_271.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530744127658110002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEmeyCjrDI/AAAAAAAAAzE/efmgktM7GTA/s1600/2010-10-21_12-05-52_271.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMElqaR56yI/AAAAAAAAAy8/1ax1yhlJido/s1600/2010-10-21_12-07-27_611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMElqaR56yI/AAAAAAAAAy8/1ax1yhlJido/s320/2010-10-21_12-07-27_611.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530743227926833954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMElqaR56yI/AAAAAAAAAy8/1ax1yhlJido/s1600/2010-10-21_12-07-27_611.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course Alice :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMElphPAXMI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Sb8mY7o5kNg/s1600/2010-10-21_12-07-54_372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMElphPAXMI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Sb8mY7o5kNg/s320/2010-10-21_12-07-54_372.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530743212613852354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMElphPAXMI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Sb8mY7o5kNg/s1600/2010-10-21_12-07-54_372.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the new outfit I made for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMElpAJry5I/AAAAAAAAAys/LiituI7icv8/s1600/2010-10-21_12-09-03_643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMElpAJry5I/AAAAAAAAAys/LiituI7icv8/s320/2010-10-21_12-09-03_643.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530743203733162898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laying in the sun like a cat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMElpAJry5I/AAAAAAAAAys/LiituI7icv8/s1600/2010-10-21_12-09-03_643.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMElo9SkGCI/AAAAAAAAAyk/IitN47Cg8zw/s1600/2010-10-21_12-09-10_511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMElo9SkGCI/AAAAAAAAAyk/IitN47Cg8zw/s320/2010-10-21_12-09-10_511.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530743202965100578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMElo9SkGCI/AAAAAAAAAyk/IitN47Cg8zw/s1600/2010-10-21_12-09-10_511.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMElocKqXeI/AAAAAAAAAyc/JEQtFymPtWA/s1600/2010-10-21_12-11-02_156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMElocKqXeI/AAAAAAAAAyc/JEQtFymPtWA/s320/2010-10-21_12-11-02_156.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530743194073587170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMElocKqXeI/AAAAAAAAAyc/JEQtFymPtWA/s1600/2010-10-21_12-11-02_156.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oliver and Fiona. The way the sun hit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fi&lt;/span&gt;, it looks like she is crying :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEkGK0p2eI/AAAAAAAAAyU/eIEZVLODh-M/s1600/2010-10-21_12-14-10_377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEkGK0p2eI/AAAAAAAAAyU/eIEZVLODh-M/s320/2010-10-21_12-14-10_377.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530741505790695906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEkGK0p2eI/AAAAAAAAAyU/eIEZVLODh-M/s1600/2010-10-21_12-14-10_377.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sad no more!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEkFaVQ9bI/AAAAAAAAAyM/q90dXukVdq0/s1600/2010-10-21_12-16-05_346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEkFaVQ9bI/AAAAAAAAAyM/q90dXukVdq0/s320/2010-10-21_12-16-05_346.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530741492774139314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEkFaVQ9bI/AAAAAAAAAyM/q90dXukVdq0/s1600/2010-10-21_12-16-05_346.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Milo and Anarchy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEkE0OitlI/AAAAAAAAAyE/RJayH65odUc/s1600/2010-10-21_12-17-54_80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEkE0OitlI/AAAAAAAAAyE/RJayH65odUc/s320/2010-10-21_12-17-54_80.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530741482545395282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEkE0OitlI/AAAAAAAAAyE/RJayH65odUc/s1600/2010-10-21_12-17-54_80.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It looks like they are telling secrets I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEkEixXfJI/AAAAAAAAAx8/vEXjVuK5iro/s1600/2010-10-21_12-22-05_747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEkEixXfJI/AAAAAAAAAx8/vEXjVuK5iro/s320/2010-10-21_12-22-05_747.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530741477859622034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEkEixXfJI/AAAAAAAAAx8/vEXjVuK5iro/s1600/2010-10-21_12-22-05_747.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And pictured together for the first time is Adrian and Alice!! I was excited to take pics of them together. Sadly I didn't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEkEBFYc4I/AAAAAAAAAx0/eyKSDQ5wVc8/s1600/2010-10-21_12-23-37_99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEkEBFYc4I/AAAAAAAAAx0/eyKSDQ5wVc8/s320/2010-10-21_12-23-37_99.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530741468816765826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEkEBFYc4I/AAAAAAAAAx0/eyKSDQ5wVc8/s1600/2010-10-21_12-23-37_99.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked the way this pic looked. Even though their eyes look kinda creepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. So that's all 6. Wow. 6 of them now. Yeesh. Yeah. That's all I really wanted to post about. I have an appointment in the morning to get more blood drawn, and then I will probably find out Monday (when my next doctors app. is) what the results are. So I will keep you all updated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. Toodles :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-8159680637321526932?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/8159680637321526932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/10/post-101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/8159680637321526932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/8159680637321526932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/10/post-101.html' title='Post 101'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TMEpMWPgQkI/AAAAAAAAA2E/1zAuv1oLdHU/s72-c/2010-10-21_11-49-41_478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-5689902552667884832</id><published>2010-10-18T23:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T23:56:31.830-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inlaws'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hereditary Spheocytosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hematology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cold Aglutinin Auto Immune Hemolytic Anemia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hematologist'/><title type='text'>So far so good</title><content type='html'>Got my test results back from Thursday, and everything is so far so good. Just gotta keep all the good stuff going to Friday, when I have more blood to get drawn, and then on Monday I have an appointment with the Hematologist (blood doctor) again. I still need to find a regular phsician. Me = slacker. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. There's not to much else going on. I still haven't had a chance to make normal clothes for my poor Alice doll. She is so neglected. I have a good idea though of how I want her to look. So that's a step in the right direction I suppose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna take some pics of my dollies. I feel like I'm neglecting all of them. They are suffering :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I'm not quite that crazy. Not quite. Almost though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work is going well. I don't know if I've mentioned it to much. I have a job. It is with telemarketing, and (other than learning about mankinds complete lack of phone curtesy) I really like it. It may not be my dream job, but its easy, its a job, and I feel like I am fairly compesated for the amount of work that I do. Which, what more can you ask for? Especially with the downward economy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have also moved. I don't know if I've mentioned that. Hospital stays and scary diagnoses tend to overshadow these things sometimes. We are living in Ogden, which is really nice being close to my family when I really need them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I must be honest, I do miss living with my inlaws as well. I really got lucky when it comes to my husbands family. I hear all the time about people not liking there inlaws or fighting with them... Mine are great. In fact Mikey's whole family is really great, and I'm lucky to have them in my life as well as my great husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I digress. We moved, and its really coming together. The place isn't totally put together yet, but between working, school and hospital stays, I'd say we aren't doing to bad on getting it all together. As long as it gets done... right? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. Well I think that is all for now. I'll keep the world updated as I learn things. Much love folks. Toodles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-5689902552667884832?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/5689902552667884832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-far-so-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/5689902552667884832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/5689902552667884832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-far-so-good.html' title='So far so good'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-2883159499736176672</id><published>2010-10-16T01:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T01:29:33.277-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iplehouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noctarcana Circus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tatiana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>I really didn't mention this before....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What with all the hospital stuff I was kinda distracted, but I got a new doll. The one doll I've always wanted, but never thought I'd be able to get.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you've been reading this blog from the beginning, you will remember the old backroud I had that had the dolls in it. That is the doll I have. Of course there are going to be pics!! What kind of doll loving crazy person would I be if I didn't have pics of her?! Actually until like 2 days ago I was a very ill doll loving crazy person who hasn't been able to take pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here they are!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TLlTW4VDgEI/AAAAAAAAAxs/NnQUsXi10VY/s1600/2010-10-13+22.58.42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TLlTW4VDgEI/AAAAAAAAAxs/NnQUsXi10VY/s320/2010-10-13+22.58.42.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528541670116917314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TLlTWbBmxzI/AAAAAAAAAxk/H25v6pTlM1o/s1600/2010-10-13+22.59.47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TLlTWbBmxzI/AAAAAAAAAxk/H25v6pTlM1o/s320/2010-10-13+22.59.47.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528541662250714930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TLlTWAA9IrI/AAAAAAAAAxc/ofaYVw5VVFA/s1600/2010-10-13+23.00.39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TLlTWAA9IrI/AAAAAAAAAxc/ofaYVw5VVFA/s320/2010-10-13+23.00.39.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528541655000228530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TLlTV480grI/AAAAAAAAAxU/Ge47qGiXQzo/s1600/2010-10-13+23.01.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TLlTV480grI/AAAAAAAAAxU/Ge47qGiXQzo/s320/2010-10-13+23.01.14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528541653103837874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TLlTVfravNI/AAAAAAAAAxM/qXgmRt6s6Aw/s1600/2010-10-13+23.08.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TLlTVfravNI/AAAAAAAAAxM/qXgmRt6s6Aw/s320/2010-10-13+23.08.13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528541646319959250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TLlTVfravNI/AAAAAAAAAxM/qXgmRt6s6Aw/s1600/2010-10-13+23.08.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course she has a look just perfect for Retro Camara, so I took pics with that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TLlSh55No-I/AAAAAAAAAxE/lJD9TTnU3pQ/s1600/shot_1287012947709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TLlSh55No-I/AAAAAAAAAxE/lJD9TTnU3pQ/s320/shot_1287012947709.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528540760003945442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TLlShzKqAzI/AAAAAAAAAw8/pvcVvZEGO4A/s1600/shot_1287012963361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TLlShzKqAzI/AAAAAAAAAw8/pvcVvZEGO4A/s320/shot_1287012963361.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528540758198059826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TLlShuHrzYI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Fl1WrDNZrf0/s1600/shot_1287031905239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TLlShuHrzYI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Fl1WrDNZrf0/s320/shot_1287031905239.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528540756843416962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TLlShIVIOgI/AAAAAAAAAws/AFTux-wY974/s1600/shot_1287031924050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TLlShIVIOgI/AAAAAAAAAws/AFTux-wY974/s320/shot_1287031924050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528540746699258370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TLlShHoG50I/AAAAAAAAAwk/1LdKtS-e8E4/s1600/shot_1287032142560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TLlShHoG50I/AAAAAAAAAwk/1LdKtS-e8E4/s320/shot_1287032142560.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528540746510427970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. Well that's all for now. Yay :) and toodles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-2883159499736176672?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/2883159499736176672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-really-didnt-mention-this-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/2883159499736176672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/2883159499736176672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-really-didnt-mention-this-before.html' title='I really didn&apos;t mention this before....'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TLlTW4VDgEI/AAAAAAAAAxs/NnQUsXi10VY/s72-c/2010-10-13+22.58.42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-8492900966481541480</id><published>2010-10-13T19:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:30:30.166-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='predisone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospitals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hereditary Spheocytosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transfusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immune system'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cold Aglutinin Auto Immune Hemolytic Anemia'/><title type='text'>If I had gone to work, I probably wouldn't have come home</title><content type='html'>Is just one of the kinda scary things I heard over the course of this week. For those that don't know I went into the hospital on Wednesday and got out Sunday night. It sucked majorly. But maybe I should start from the beginning.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was 3 I got sick. Now, when it comes to the vast majority of this I don't really remember much. Being really young and all, so I'll just tell what I remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember needles, uncomfortable clothes, asking the nurses when they slept and them telling me it was during my "coloring time", mostly just little things like that. I really don't know to much about most of that time. I remember hearing alot about how my spleen was enlarged, and stuff about that, but you know, I was young so I didn't really listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was in high school everything took an extreme fast route to bad. So we started going to a doctor and finally after 15 years of not knowing, they told me I have blood disorders. Good news though, take out the spleen, and its fixed! So that's what we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I can tell you that for 7 years I have been healthy. Well, not perfectly, but alot healthier than I've ever been. But all that has recently changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 2 weeks ago I started turning yellow. Just assuming (well maybe hoping) that it was stress related (I had just started a new job, me and Mikey had just moved into a new place in Ogden...) I... Well I basically ignored it until I was neon yellow almost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's when I went over to my mom's. Wednesday I got up and felt terrible. I went to my mom's to make dinner for work that day since our stove wasn't working. (By the way, this whole experience really makes me believe that everything happens for a reason) I got thirsty while making my ham fried rice (yum) and got a glass of lemonade. Since my mommy works nights she was pretty much asleep while I was making food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had brought my laptop so I could talk with a girl I bought a new doll from, and track her progress in shipping. I picked up my lemonade, went to take a drink and suddenly it was all over my computer. I don't even know how it happened. It was just everywhere. In my head I thought "I have to get this dry, Mikey will be so mad if I ruin this laptop." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well my brain wasn't processing to fast, so my only idea was to take my laptop, turn it sideways and shake it out. Well that woke up my mom, as I just dumped lemonade all over the two of us. While she was still waking up and trying to figure out what had happened I thought get something to dry it! So I went into the kitchen and stood there for I have no idea, trying to remember what I could use to dry my computer. Eventually, I thought to myself "Napkins. Napkins can dry stuff."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I grabbed a fist full of napkins and proceeded to "pat" dry my keyboard. That's when my mom says, "Get a wet towel." I stood up not sure what she said. "A wet towel. In the cupboard by the sink." So I guess I got a wet towel, cause the next thing I remember I had a wet towel and was once again "pat" drying my keyboard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was finally satisfied, and sat down, my heart was pounding, and my head ached really really bad, so I just sat back trying to breath and not pass out. I remember my mom asking me lots of questions. I really don't remember much. I know I gave her my insurance and she made phone calls. I remember she called my work, and we got in the car and drove to the emergency room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the strange looks I got, and answering the ladies questions. I remember getting the things on my wrists to identify me, having to put those stupid stupid gowns on, getting a blanket because it was FREEZING in there, and them coming in with needles and and IV. That's when we knew I wasn't going home that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They drew blood, and put in my iv. Then my mom went out to call my husband Mikey, and my sister to tell them to come up. In those 2 seconds she was gone the doctor came back in. He told me that my blood count was so low that my heart could've stopped at any second. He said that I was  going to have to have a transfusion and that I wasn't going to be going home (which I'd already kinda figured but it still wasn't pleasant to hear)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now one thing to note is that I am TERRIFIED of needles, and I had already been really upset by the whole getting the iv in in the first place. Now from what I'd understood a transfusion was them putting in new blood while taking out old blood. So I would have to get another iv in. Well if you were ever wondering, it is not like that. They just hook the blood up to the iv and let it drip in just like anything else. Not quite as painful and terrifying as I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my poor mom comes back in after I had received this news and I am just in tears (at this point still thinking that transfusions where alot scarier than they are) and I could barely get out what was going on. So she went and found a nurse, found out what was going on, and also found out that transfusions aren't that scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I still don't remember much. I know that Mikey got there at the same time as Karissa and Amanda (adopted sister) and that I had to ride in a wheel chair eventually to get to my room. They hooked me up to stuff. Sherri (aunt) and Neisha (cousin) were there at one point. Shandra (another cousin) and Liz (adopted cousin) where there at one point. I think other people might have come.... But really I don't remember much of that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that I ended up having to get another transfusion and stayed more and more nights while they had to check if my blood count was stabilizing and all that fun stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you are probably wondering what is wrong with me. Medically speaking. Well the big one is Hereditary Spherocytosis. Now what that means is that I make balloon shaped blood cells. This makes the membrane around them weak and able to break easily. That's not the whole nub and just though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have Cold Anglutinin Auto Immune Hemolytic Anemia. I know what you are thinking. Same thing I was. Huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. This is actually easy to explain going backwards. Hemolytic Anemia, lack of blood cells. Auto Immune, my immune system is attacking my blood cells and offing them. Cold Aglutinin, when my body temperature is gets low, it activates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the nub and just. When my body temp drops my immune system sees my blood cells as a threat and they attach antibodies to them that make them burst. Add this to the Hereditary Spherocytosis and we have the big problem with the hospital stays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well to get rid of this you remove the spleen... which I did 7 years ago.... So now what? Prednisone. That is a steroid that suppresses the immune system. This means that on top of having a weak immune system from a lack of spleen I have to suppress my immune system in order to live. Which means I have to sanitize everything and keep hand sanitizer on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's the whole thing. So far. I have to get blood drawn pretty much every week until they can tell for sure I'm stable. Also to make sure I stay stable while getting me onto a lower dose of prednisone. I have to get on a lower dose because not only does it suppress your immune system, it takes away from your calcium and does other not nice things to your body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. So that's the nub and just so far. So toodles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-8492900966481541480?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/8492900966481541480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-i-had-gone-to-work-i-probably.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/8492900966481541480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/8492900966481541480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-i-had-gone-to-work-i-probably.html' title='If I had gone to work, I probably wouldn&apos;t have come home'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-6862619082578359578</id><published>2010-08-11T17:44:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T19:56:49.176-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scribble People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='webcomic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribblepeople.net'/><title type='text'>Scribbled from beginning to end</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here is the total history of Scribble People to the best of my memory...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scribble People started as a weird little sketch I'd done to try and show my friend what I'd seen in my basement (long story). I tried to explain how it had eyes, but you couldn't see them. In the end I felt frustrated and scribbled this creepy little guy. I'm not sure where the original sketch has gone off to, but when I find it I'll put it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that was when I was 18 or 19. Then one day I found the book that I'd put the little sketch into and showed it to my then boyfriend (now husband) and he encouraged me to keep drawing them, and suggested we turn them into a comic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I started sketching them EVERYWHERE. Here is one such page of doodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKsDnxENI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/ajs9Iht3q7U/s1600/spblog15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKsDnxENI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/ajs9Iht3q7U/s320/spblog15.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504325290323677394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKsDnxENI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/ajs9Iht3q7U/s1600/spblog15.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its only a piece of a page obviously (I couldn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;include&lt;/span&gt; the whole thing. They where cussing and making rude gestures :P )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I decided, if I wanna do this comic thing I should see what I can come up with. Here is the very first Scribble People comic:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKrKVYMXI/AAAAAAAAAwI/jCGrx7iDbS8/s1600/spblog16.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKrKVYMXI/AAAAAAAAAwI/jCGrx7iDbS8/s320/spblog16.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504325274945728882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always hated the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt; thing. Those stupid kids drove me NUTS!!! So that's why I did that comic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I had the &lt;a href="http://scribblepeople.net/archive/the-day-things-didn/"&gt;comic&lt;/a&gt;. I did almost 40 comics before taking a hiatus of sorts. I felt unmotivated and like they just couldn't do much. You can't show to much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;movement&lt;/span&gt; when your characters are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;silhouettes&lt;/span&gt;, and I just didn't know what to do. I spent half the time thinking of how to work the comic around my characters. It was tiring and I felt myself burnt out on the whole idea. Plus all the editing that I had to do to it in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt; was just so time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;consuming&lt;/span&gt;. I really didn't want to give it up though. I enjoyed drawing, and I really wanted to break into the whole scene (which I still haven't done) but I didn't know what to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then one weekend I went with Mikey up to Ogden while he did school stuff. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;borrowed&lt;/span&gt; (stole) a notebook of his and just started doodling pics of Oliver and Simon (as I do when I'm bored and have paper). While drawing I did an outline of Oliver's head, sort of liking the creepy almost ghost like effect it had on him I did his whole body. This is what I drew:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKrKVYMXI/AAAAAAAAAwI/jCGrx7iDbS8/s1600/spblog16.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKe01FXeI/AAAAAAAAAwA/_2JwIA7znfQ/s1600/spblog1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKe01FXeI/AAAAAAAAAwA/_2JwIA7znfQ/s320/spblog1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504325063014702562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was pretty impressed with myself, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;continued&lt;/span&gt; to draw what I at the time dubbed "Creepy Scribbles".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After awhile I started adding details. I was surprised at how easily all of this came to me. And I filled almost half the book in just a couple days of Creepy Scribbles. These are some:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKe01FXeI/AAAAAAAAAwA/_2JwIA7znfQ/s1600/spblog1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKeJyN4cI/AAAAAAAAAv4/v0AOyEzxiTM/s1600/spblog2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKeJyN4cI/AAAAAAAAAv4/v0AOyEzxiTM/s320/spblog2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504325051459953090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKdJuIIZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/9u_IiqnZpn8/s1600/spblog3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKdJuIIZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/9u_IiqnZpn8/s320/spblog3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504325034262929810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKSpoynpI/AAAAAAAAAvo/MhVvPUG3JNc/s1600/spblog4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKSpoynpI/AAAAAAAAAvo/MhVvPUG3JNc/s320/spblog4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504324853851922066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKRqlw4AI/AAAAAAAAAvg/4ebq6mFQVbs/s1600/spblog5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKRqlw4AI/AAAAAAAAAvg/4ebq6mFQVbs/s320/spblog5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504324836927791106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I showed them to my aunt and uncle, while looking at them my uncle said I should put stories to them. I really liked the idea. I was enjoying drawing these so much that I started considering redoing the whole Scribble People site and just doing Creepy Scribbles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The idea of putting stories to them got me thinking about stories that where already out there and I started doing Creepy Scribble versions of Disney &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;princesses&lt;/span&gt;. Here is Snow White:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKRqlw4AI/AAAAAAAAAvg/4ebq6mFQVbs/s1600/spblog5.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKQiuTEWI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Hb96-We6o0k/s1600/spblog11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKQiuTEWI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Hb96-We6o0k/s320/spblog11.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504324817636233570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKQiuTEWI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Hb96-We6o0k/s1600/spblog11.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ariel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKDQe3NcI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Jq_9zVNEmW0/s1600/spblog8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKDQe3NcI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Jq_9zVNEmW0/s320/spblog8.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504324589401355714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKDQe3NcI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Jq_9zVNEmW0/s1600/spblog8.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cinderella:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKCGftt-I/AAAAAAAAAvI/366-CmRnbzk/s1600/spblog9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKCGftt-I/AAAAAAAAAvI/366-CmRnbzk/s320/spblog9.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504324569540704226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is based on an idea from my sister, who said "You should do Cinderella stabbing the prince with her shoe." I did the sisters instead of the prince, mostly because I never liked them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKCGftt-I/AAAAAAAAAvI/366-CmRnbzk/s1600/spblog9.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKBK1GffI/AAAAAAAAAvA/tz0hAvt79rc/s1600/spblog10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKBK1GffI/AAAAAAAAAvA/tz0hAvt79rc/s320/spblog10.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504324553524280818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKBK1GffI/AAAAAAAAAvA/tz0hAvt79rc/s1600/spblog10.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I did Little Red Riding hood (even though she is not a Disney princess). She is the one I'm the most proud of so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNJf2pRyfI/AAAAAAAAAu4/67pPMlvW_7I/s1600/spblog12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNJf2pRyfI/AAAAAAAAAu4/67pPMlvW_7I/s320/spblog12.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504323981170297330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNJf2pRyfI/AAAAAAAAAu4/67pPMlvW_7I/s1600/spblog12.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started to think of other characters I could draw, and I thought of Harley Quinn (This is for you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Neisha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNJezeSABI/AAAAAAAAAuw/gOrDLs3UhvY/s1600/spblog13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNJezeSABI/AAAAAAAAAuw/gOrDLs3UhvY/s320/spblog13.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504323963138998290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNJezeSABI/AAAAAAAAAuw/gOrDLs3UhvY/s1600/spblog13.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drawing her made me think of The Fool, so it wasn't long before I wanted to do a Scribble People Tarot (which I am currently working on). Here are my Lovers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNJd9lf_yI/AAAAAAAAAuo/R1seX_dQ_hc/s1600/spblog14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNJd9lf_yI/AAAAAAAAAuo/R1seX_dQ_hc/s320/spblog14.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504323948673761058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNJd9lf_yI/AAAAAAAAAuo/R1seX_dQ_hc/s1600/spblog14.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The more I did the new style the more I really didn't want to go back to doing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;silhouettes&lt;/span&gt; type style. Drawing them the new way was so easy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;versatile&lt;/span&gt;, I didn't want to give it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I didn't want to give up on my Scribbles either. So it hit me: Do the Scribbles in the new style!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did the first one, and really enjoyed it. I feel like they look better, I don't have limitations on trying to draw things. I have a process now and it kinda makes me feel more professional. Its been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for anyone confused, the characters old and new:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNH_cO-1CI/AAAAAAAAAug/oWGzxLoi8e0/s1600/spblog18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNH_cO-1CI/AAAAAAAAAug/oWGzxLoi8e0/s320/spblog18.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504322324813239330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNH-eyb1nI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pSZ4rIFSOqQ/s1600/spblog17.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNH-eyb1nI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pSZ4rIFSOqQ/s320/spblog17.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504322308318942834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNH9dEJGTI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/X7hi5vk34w0/s1600/spblog19.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNH9dEJGTI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/X7hi5vk34w0/s320/spblog19.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504322290676472114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNH9dEJGTI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/X7hi5vk34w0/s1600/spblog19.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now for those that follow the Scribble People fan page (on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;) or the &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ScribblePeople"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; know about the problems I had redoing Minion. Mostly because I wanted the comic Minion to match my Minion. This is the first thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNH8JCbM5I/AAAAAAAAAuI/3zlfKBFS-qI/s1600/spblog20.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNH8JCbM5I/AAAAAAAAAuI/3zlfKBFS-qI/s320/spblog20.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504322268120691602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really glad I decided to change it though, because I just learned that my scanner has a hard time seeing the color of orange I did. Good to know. My Minion is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;complicated&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;arrangement&lt;/span&gt; of mostly black with bits of orange and white. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; looks like someone spilled black paint on an orange tabby cat. I love it. But obviously being mostly black wouldn't work for drawing, I would be back at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;square&lt;/span&gt; one with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;silhouettes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was back to the drawing board. As some people know,&lt;a href="http://scribblepeople.net/archive/the-day-they-named-the-cat/"&gt; how they named Minion&lt;/a&gt; is based on a true story with me and Mikey. But it didn't happen with the Minion we have. The original was a stray I found at a friends house, but I was unable to take him home. So I decided to combine the Minion I have with the Minion I wanted, who was mostly white except for a few orange marks. I changed to orange to black and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;bam&lt;/span&gt;! New Minion:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNH8JCbM5I/AAAAAAAAAuI/3zlfKBFS-qI/s1600/spblog20.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNH7B7Ha2I/AAAAAAAAAuA/NlbRUXD3UI0/s1600/spblog21.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNH7B7Ha2I/AAAAAAAAAuA/NlbRUXD3UI0/s320/spblog21.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504322249031117666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have it. A history of Scribble People. It has been an interesting ride, and I look forward to where it goes. So I guess I'll leave you all with that. I feel like drawing more. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-6862619082578359578?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/6862619082578359578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/08/scribbled-from-beginning-to-end.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/6862619082578359578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/6862619082578359578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/08/scribbled-from-beginning-to-end.html' title='Scribbled from beginning to end'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TGNKsDnxENI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/ajs9Iht3q7U/s72-c/spblog15.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-4815191901468391379</id><published>2010-07-10T21:22:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T11:41:15.859-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lihwa Limho Mono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ShutterBox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adrian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bobobie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DollZone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>Scott Pilgrim vs The World</title><content type='html'>... is going to be the most awesome movie ever!!!! It will be my  favorite movie. Bye bye, Moulin Rouge, Scott Pilgrim is taking your  place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a bold statement. Maybe it will not beat Moulin  Rouge, but it will be in my top ten. That much I know. I base this info  on the comic, and all of the things I've watched about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But  enough about that. I took my dollies out fro happy fun picture time.  Speaking of my dollies, I have officaily renamed Kye. His name is now  Adrian James. Or AJ for short. WOO!!! I can not take credit for this  though. Neisha reminded me of an amazing manga series called Shutterbox,  in which my favorite characters name is Adrian, and goes by AJ for short.  I told this to Mikey, who asked me if AJ stood for Adrian James. It was  to perfect. So my doll has a new name that suits him so very very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S  SOME PICTURES!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDlfuqzIE0I/AAAAAAAAAt0/VEZxGz_xRYE/s1600/2010-07-10_18-34-29_176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDlfuqzIE0I/AAAAAAAAAt0/VEZxGz_xRYE/s320/2010-07-10_18-34-29_176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492526475922379586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona was posing PERFECTLY! Like every pic I got of her was amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDlftye7BfI/AAAAAAAAAts/Vmndyh7lJo0/s1600/2010-07-10_18-34-39_101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDlftye7BfI/AAAAAAAAAts/Vmndyh7lJo0/s320/2010-07-10_18-34-39_101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492526460805252594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver looks so good in his new outfit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDlftcSGHMI/AAAAAAAAAtk/mWdCAdBZSjs/s1600/2010-07-10_18-34-21_893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDlftcSGHMI/AAAAAAAAAtk/mWdCAdBZSjs/s320/2010-07-10_18-34-21_893.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492526454845873346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how Fiona managed to stay standing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDlftKWFXBI/AAAAAAAAAtc/OyGikeVaOZk/s1600/2010-07-10_18-44-12_814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDlftKWFXBI/AAAAAAAAAtc/OyGikeVaOZk/s320/2010-07-10_18-44-12_814.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492526450030763026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milo and Anarchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDlfsg47YcI/AAAAAAAAAtU/VYNW_V-OVBY/s1600/2010-07-10_18-43-44_658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDlfsg47YcI/AAAAAAAAAtU/VYNW_V-OVBY/s320/2010-07-10_18-43-44_658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492526438902620610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anarchy didn't seem as photogenic today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDlcZ8AOflI/AAAAAAAAAtM/xabQQFmz--E/s1600/2010-07-10_18-44-31_726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDlcZ8AOflI/AAAAAAAAAtM/xabQQFmz--E/s320/2010-07-10_18-44-31_726.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492522821228592722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milo was taking amazing pics though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDlcZQEdMcI/AAAAAAAAAtE/04F2kUNF49A/s1600/2010-07-10_18-47-20_194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDlcZQEdMcI/AAAAAAAAAtE/04F2kUNF49A/s320/2010-07-10_18-47-20_194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492522809435173314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian was looking amazing as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDlcZFXchCI/AAAAAAAAAs8/sCcfhk44hSU/s1600/2010-07-10_18-46-59_573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDlcZFXchCI/AAAAAAAAAs8/sCcfhk44hSU/s320/2010-07-10_18-46-59_573.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492522806562030626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDlcYY4R0zI/AAAAAAAAAs0/mqZREMU5vBA/s1600/2010-07-10_19-00-46_667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDlcYY4R0zI/AAAAAAAAAs0/mqZREMU5vBA/s320/2010-07-10_19-00-46_667.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492522794620146482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDlcXz1aDQI/AAAAAAAAAss/cZfqrdKuzxo/s1600/2010-07-10_19-00-29_722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDlcXz1aDQI/AAAAAAAAAss/cZfqrdKuzxo/s320/2010-07-10_19-00-29_722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492522784675990786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize I put Adrian in the same pose til after :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk9XY_r1cI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Fg8OXjgVKTw/s1600/2010-07-10_19-01-18_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk9XY_r1cI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Fg8OXjgVKTw/s320/2010-07-10_19-01-18_18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492488692610880962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milo and An look so cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk9W17nd9I/AAAAAAAAAsc/JCnUW8Te2KM/s1600/2010-07-10_19-01-33_181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk9W17nd9I/AAAAAAAAAsc/JCnUW8Te2KM/s320/2010-07-10_19-01-33_181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492488683198576594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver stretching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk9WkkGZdI/AAAAAAAAAsU/qWuPaz-KdvQ/s1600/2010-07-10_19-01-43_995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk9WkkGZdI/AAAAAAAAAsU/qWuPaz-KdvQ/s320/2010-07-10_19-01-43_995.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492488678536537554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona kinda looks like she was watching for the cops or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk9IhtAIYI/AAAAAAAAAsM/2I12jZUrYyM/s1600/2010-07-10_19-01-53_488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk9IhtAIYI/AAAAAAAAAsM/2I12jZUrYyM/s320/2010-07-10_19-01-53_488.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492488437250400642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk9Ia3W4kI/AAAAAAAAAsE/qu1tRys3qno/s1600/2010-07-10_19-01-59_778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk9Ia3W4kI/AAAAAAAAAsE/qu1tRys3qno/s320/2010-07-10_19-01-59_778.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492488435414786626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk9H35iYLI/AAAAAAAAAr8/PEkiuaL7wjg/s1600/2010-07-10_19-08-58_27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk9H35iYLI/AAAAAAAAAr8/PEkiuaL7wjg/s320/2010-07-10_19-08-58_27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492488426028687538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just laying in the grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk9HbK7svI/AAAAAAAAAr0/UQRqu9XAeb8/s1600/2010-07-10_19-09-06_669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk9HbK7svI/AAAAAAAAAr0/UQRqu9XAeb8/s320/2010-07-10_19-09-06_669.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492488418317021938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk9GzOpz7I/AAAAAAAAArs/9PPw5Fh5b1M/s1600/2010-07-10_19-10-39_340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk9GzOpz7I/AAAAAAAAArs/9PPw5Fh5b1M/s320/2010-07-10_19-10-39_340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492488407595208626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about when Adrian started giving me dirty looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk8jJW5HPI/AAAAAAAAArk/O0V0iRkxeX8/s1600/2010-07-10_19-10-13_575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk8jJW5HPI/AAAAAAAAArk/O0V0iRkxeX8/s320/2010-07-10_19-10-13_575.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492487795060055282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk8igvaWII/AAAAAAAAArc/2A6SyKhE-BM/s1600/2010-07-10_19-09-18_510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk8igvaWII/AAAAAAAAArc/2A6SyKhE-BM/s320/2010-07-10_19-09-18_510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492487784157042818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so pretty! I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk8h_B4qhI/AAAAAAAAArU/AfVkQoMF9vk/s1600/2010-07-10_19-09-35_412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk8h_B4qhI/AAAAAAAAArU/AfVkQoMF9vk/s320/2010-07-10_19-09-35_412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492487775107721746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk8hU0M6LI/AAAAAAAAArM/Y3-f6qqh-94/s1600/2010-07-10_19-11-12_237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk8hU0M6LI/AAAAAAAAArM/Y3-f6qqh-94/s320/2010-07-10_19-11-12_237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492487763776039090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk8g3Z03RI/AAAAAAAAArE/_jnAwdnA6yU/s1600/2010-07-10_19-11-25_796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk8g3Z03RI/AAAAAAAAArE/_jnAwdnA6yU/s320/2010-07-10_19-11-25_796.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492487755880783122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk78FUOYTI/AAAAAAAAAq8/NMgN19E9G5s/s1600/2010-07-10_19-21-50_497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk78FUOYTI/AAAAAAAAAq8/NMgN19E9G5s/s320/2010-07-10_19-21-50_497.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492487123960226098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk77j6ZvkI/AAAAAAAAAq0/dn-6ZvfkGys/s1600/2010-07-10_19-21-58_555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk77j6ZvkI/AAAAAAAAAq0/dn-6ZvfkGys/s320/2010-07-10_19-21-58_555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492487114993548866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the bar for the swingset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk77MXn8oI/AAAAAAAAAqs/bpqxhHBh1tU/s1600/2010-07-10_19-22-05_811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk77MXn8oI/AAAAAAAAAqs/bpqxhHBh1tU/s320/2010-07-10_19-22-05_811.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492487108673663618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona was posing amazingly all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk76vM_JDI/AAAAAAAAAqk/aOiAwXrvYrU/s1600/2010-07-10_19-22-28_879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk76vM_JDI/AAAAAAAAAqk/aOiAwXrvYrU/s320/2010-07-10_19-22-28_879.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492487100844418098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk76Do5iBI/AAAAAAAAAqc/kWVzZfPNbdE/s1600/2010-07-10_19-25-47_128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk76Do5iBI/AAAAAAAAAqc/kWVzZfPNbdE/s320/2010-07-10_19-25-47_128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492487089150330898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian in his hammock. (It was really a swing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk7B8AhqAI/AAAAAAAAAqU/tAiybARtCrI/s1600/2010-07-10_19-26-32_686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk7B8AhqAI/AAAAAAAAAqU/tAiybARtCrI/s320/2010-07-10_19-26-32_686.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492486125029271554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk7BtKLiyI/AAAAAAAAAqM/fE6XBnH4r9w/s1600/2010-07-10_19-28-35_866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk7BtKLiyI/AAAAAAAAAqM/fE6XBnH4r9w/s320/2010-07-10_19-28-35_866.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492486121043233570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really like the way Anarchy was posing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk7BL3MRLI/AAAAAAAAAqE/vwfDyATgFiM/s1600/2010-07-10_19-29-01_327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk7BL3MRLI/AAAAAAAAAqE/vwfDyATgFiM/s320/2010-07-10_19-29-01_327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492486112105219250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk7A-a512I/AAAAAAAAAp8/dmL-33EfbqM/s1600/2010-07-10_19-29-38_260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk7A-a512I/AAAAAAAAAp8/dmL-33EfbqM/s320/2010-07-10_19-29-38_260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492486108496910178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sure is pretty though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk7AcE0edI/AAAAAAAAAp0/XBkSuMLup9U/s1600/2010-07-10_19-29-58_816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDk7AcE0edI/AAAAAAAAAp0/XBkSuMLup9U/s320/2010-07-10_19-29-58_816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492486099277478354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milo's shoes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Its late. I have to get to bed. So that has to be it for now. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-4815191901468391379?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/4815191901468391379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/07/scott-pilgrim-vs-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/4815191901468391379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/4815191901468391379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/07/scott-pilgrim-vs-world.html' title='Scott Pilgrim vs The World'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDlfuqzIE0I/AAAAAAAAAt0/VEZxGz_xRYE/s72-c/2010-07-10_18-34-29_176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-9158090827399355733</id><published>2010-07-08T20:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:19:33.845-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lihwa Limho Mono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='found kitty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>Feeling Nekkid</title><content type='html'>My necklace broke. The one with the My Chemical Romance pendent. I'm  sad. I like that one. Make me feel nekkid without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yep. For  those that don't know I have ended up with a 5th doll. My aunt didn't  want my favorite of her dolls, so I'm buying it from her. I likes him :)  Though I am torn on what to call him. Though I think Trent is the best  choice. Here he is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDaFlzA8PKI/AAAAAAAAAps/D94ZaNEaya0/s1600/2010-07-06+20.59.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDaFlzA8PKI/AAAAAAAAAps/D94ZaNEaya0/s320/2010-07-06+20.59.14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491723680020708514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDaFlaTKc0I/AAAAAAAAApk/hD-3Cg-7CcE/s1600/2010-07-06+21.00.00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDaFlaTKc0I/AAAAAAAAApk/hD-3Cg-7CcE/s320/2010-07-06+21.00.00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491723673386251074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he so freaking cute!!! I loves him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently made Oliver and Fiona some new outfits. I plan to do an official photo shoot soon. I wasn't in the mood today. Its not really all that fun to take photos alone. I enjoy companionship (sometimes... ok, fine. Rarely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Minion is getting big. She's so crazy. I love her crazy little cat brain. She's fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I guess I don't really have much to say. Or not as much to articulate on. Hm... Well I am working on a new typography video. I hope it turns out interesting. I'm not going to tell you the song though. Sorry folks, that's how I roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.... So that's all I got. My brain is not feeling as talkative as I thought. So toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-9158090827399355733?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/9158090827399355733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/07/feeling-nekkid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/9158090827399355733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/9158090827399355733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/07/feeling-nekkid.html' title='Feeling Nekkid'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TDaFlzA8PKI/AAAAAAAAAps/D94ZaNEaya0/s72-c/2010-07-06+20.59.14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-2876733161892024233</id><published>2010-06-14T17:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T18:04:10.214-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='found kitty'/><title type='text'>Life, man....</title><content type='html'>It sure is lifelike :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things have been pretty alright for me. A few things have happened so I will start telling you about them I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I ever wrote a blog about when Kitten ran away.... the first time. Yeah. She's taken off again. I miss her so much. I still listen closely out the window in case she shows up. I hate it when it gets cold and we have to close the window or suffer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hypothermia&lt;/span&gt;. I get worried that she'll meow or something and we wont hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there has recently been a silver lining to all this. Last week me and Mikey took the dogs on a walk. As we were leaving we heard meowing. Obviously it was little kitten meowing, but that didn't stop us from calling a bit and checking around. We decided that since people have there windows open and stuff this time of year we were just hearing someones kitten making noise in their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we got back from the walk a while later, went down to our room, watched some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;.... but still every now and then there was meowing. Soon the wind picked up and the meowing got really loud and kinda distressing. So we went back outside (this is like 5 or so hours since we heard the meowing the first time) and realized it was coming from under his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked around and couldn't see anything. So I sent Mikey in for flashlights and him and his dad came back outside. They figured out where it was and we pulled it out and took it inside. So now we have this little calico kitty. She's really pretty and sweet, even though she's slightly mad. I've decided to name her Minion. Scribble People fans will get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. So we still can't find Kitten, even though I'm holding out hope that she'll still turn up soon. But we have a new baby kitten. I'll post up some pics later. Along with the pics of my dollies I've taken recently. I'm not up for posting pics today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. Yep. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-2876733161892024233?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/2876733161892024233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-man.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/2876733161892024233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/2876733161892024233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-man.html' title='Life, man....'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-4625606694745223483</id><published>2010-05-18T02:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T02:50:59.699-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='webcomic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bobobie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaname'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scribble People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tavicat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampire Knight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gunnerkrigg Court'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questionable Content'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yuuki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DollZone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls With Slingshots'/><title type='text'>Scribbles.</title><content type='html'>We officially have &lt;a href="http://scribblepeople.net"&gt;scribblepeople.net&lt;/a&gt; up and running!! That's right, you heard it hear first (Unless you follow us on Twitter, or are a fan on Facebook.) I'm super excited. Mikey redid the whole web thing (I really have no idea what goes on with that web stuff) and it looks AMAZING!!! I love it :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. I'm super happy with it. I plan to do some more art, get ahead on the comic (so I stop slacking) and get the phone backgrounds up and going. I'm exciting/tired already. Just thinking about it. Oh well. I really got to get on or quit. I don't want to quit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not that I want to be famous. No I'd rather not at all, I want to get popular enough to justify going to out of state convention and eventually (hope of hopes) get to comic-con. I want to be able to meet people like Jeph Jacques, Rikki Simons, Tavisha, bunny guy (I don't know his name at the mo').... and maybe even someday I could meet Jhonen Vasquez, and tell him despite the fact that he strikes me as a jerk, I also find his thoughts and comics intriguing. Yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe someday I could put out a Scribble People book or something, but that seems a LONG way off if it even happens at all. I know that the web world is overrun with webcomics, and not all of them good. Not even some of them good. There is just a handful of actually good ones (&lt;a href="http://questionablecontent.net/"&gt;Questionable Content&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.tavicat.com"&gt;Tavicat&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://bunny-comic.com/"&gt;Bunny&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.gwscomic.com/"&gt;Girls With Slingshots&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.gunnerkrigg.com"&gt;Gunnerkrigg Court&lt;/a&gt; to name a few.) And I don't know if I have one of those few. I hope though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yep. Along with all that I am also hoping to make a new wig for Milo, finish the one I started for Oliver, and make Fiona a new outfit. Along with clean, do laundry, take the dogs out.... I'm feeling overwhelmed!!! That's it the dolls are going naked!!! And bald!!! No, not really. I guess I'll load up the rest of Vampire Knight onto my hard drive and get a going... In the morning that is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Vampire Knight, I am in love!!! (warning: may contain spoilers) I just adore Kaname! He is so sweet!! I mean Zero is not to bad. I like him alot, but once Kaname's plans come into fruition and you see everything he's been doing its just amazing!! And he really does do EVERYTHING for Yuuki. Its so freaking sweet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to be honest, I think Zero's a little to self involved at times. I'm not saying he's not having problems (what with turning into a vampire and all that.) but Kaname has ALOT on his plate as well (being a pureblood, being a ruler, watching out for Yuuki, knowing he is the reason the Kuran's lost their real son, fighting off an evil pureblood, trying to keep peace at Cross Academy, knowing the council is trying to kill him.... Just wow) and he also goes out of his way to make sure that Yuuki gets everything. Keeping Zero safe, keeping Zero sane (it can't be easy to take care of someone that you are afraid might steal your love just to make your love happy) keeping the vampires at Cross Academy following rules... I just adore him. So sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I think I'm done fan girling for now. So yeah. I'm also gonna try to get better about updating this blog as well. And Twitter. *sigh* Oh well. Its not like I don't have all the time in the world. Anyway. I'm off out. Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-4625606694745223483?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/4625606694745223483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/05/scribbles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/4625606694745223483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/4625606694745223483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/05/scribbles.html' title='Scribbles.'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-7956654198283176252</id><published>2010-05-11T15:22:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T17:24:17.664-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream of Child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bobobie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DollZone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>My dolls over time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I have 2 albums now on facebook full (almost) of pics of my dolls. The other day I was flipping through them. I am kinda surprised at how much they've changed. So I've made a time line of it all. I'll start with Oliver since he was the first one I found on the Internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVo1tyUrI/AAAAAAAAAo8/TKYNN1V2upQ/s1600/Oliver1st.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVo1tyUrI/AAAAAAAAAo8/TKYNN1V2upQ/s320/Oliver1st.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470138120008782514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVo1tyUrI/AAAAAAAAAo8/TKYNN1V2upQ/s1600/Oliver1st.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first picture I took of him. Its a little surprising how much of a circle he's done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVottPE6I/AAAAAAAAAo0/RxseaSHiLuA/s1600/Oliverold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVottPE6I/AAAAAAAAAo0/RxseaSHiLuA/s320/Oliverold.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470138117858988962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the first outfit I made for him. The pants were HUGE!! I had to practically tie them to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVottPE6I/AAAAAAAAAo0/RxseaSHiLuA/s1600/Oliverold.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVofTkg1I/AAAAAAAAAos/TvEJ-1RAle4/s1600/OldOliver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVofTkg1I/AAAAAAAAAos/TvEJ-1RAle4/s320/OldOliver2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470138113993245522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's sorta coming into his current state here. The beanie, t-shirt, and jeans. He didn't have his gloves yet though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVofTkg1I/AAAAAAAAAos/TvEJ-1RAle4/s1600/OldOliver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVnyZJZZI/AAAAAAAAAok/DYsA-hnRzUY/s1600/oldOliver3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVnyZJZZI/AAAAAAAAAok/DYsA-hnRzUY/s320/oldOliver3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470138101937038738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh goodness. My first attempt at wigs. In the end this one went to Fiona for quite a while. On a side note, even though I've always loved Oliver's face up, his lips had a weird thing in the middle. My aunt Sherri fixed that for me later on, but when I first took pics of him I always tried to angle his head different to avoid shots like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVnyZJZZI/AAAAAAAAAok/DYsA-hnRzUY/s1600/oldOliver3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVXmvmjuI/AAAAAAAAAoc/hwFUxUnPtS0/s1600/oldoliver4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVXmvmjuI/AAAAAAAAAoc/hwFUxUnPtS0/s320/oldoliver4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470137823932092130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes. This one. It took me awhile to get the hang of sewing the wigs without bumps. His poor head looks even bigger than it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVXmvmjuI/AAAAAAAAAoc/hwFUxUnPtS0/s1600/oldoliver4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVXebbSgI/AAAAAAAAAoU/CPzwMOobzx4/s1600/oldoliver5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVXebbSgI/AAAAAAAAAoU/CPzwMOobzx4/s320/oldoliver5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470137821699983874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A black wig!! I wanted one of my dolls to have black hair. Fiona is to cute in light tones, and I was still stuck on Anarchy's long purple wig. I liked this wig sometimes. I ended up cutting it weird and it gave him a strange looking hair cut. So I changed wigs after that. On a side note, here his lips have been fixed so I could take straight on pics or looking up pics without any weirdness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVXebbSgI/AAAAAAAAAoU/CPzwMOobzx4/s1600/oldoliver5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVXMDQ4JI/AAAAAAAAAoM/jWm-MznfWOU/s1600/oldoliver6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVXMDQ4JI/AAAAAAAAAoM/jWm-MznfWOU/s320/oldoliver6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470137816766800018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His snazzy phase. I made a nice looking outfit for him and I was addicted to it for awhile. This is not the same black wig in the last photo. But still wanting someone to have black hair I made him a second after messing up the first. Fun fact, this is now Milo's wig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVXMDQ4JI/AAAAAAAAAoM/jWm-MznfWOU/s1600/oldoliver6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVWmlFn_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/ZjgkZSnrkbA/s1600/oldOliver7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVWmlFn_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/ZjgkZSnrkbA/s320/oldOliver7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470137806708121586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The black and white wig. Or Cruella Deville. I really liked this wig on him, but at times I didn't like how long it was. He wore this one second longest though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVWmlFn_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/ZjgkZSnrkbA/s1600/oldOliver7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVWLr4p-I/AAAAAAAAAn8/2wr9SECH53M/s1600/currentoliver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVWLr4p-I/AAAAAAAAAn8/2wr9SECH53M/s320/currentoliver.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470137799488874466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why this picture is so small. But you can see in the last blog how he currently looks. He's really the only one that has gone full circle. I liked his original look, and the wig he came with. So that's pretty much were he ended up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to Fiona. I got Oliver and Fiona at the same time, but I found Oliver before Fiona. Fiona is the only one I have bought eyes for also. She came with brown eyes, but they were out the day she arrived and she has worn the blue ones in every picture I have of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVWLr4p-I/AAAAAAAAAn8/2wr9SECH53M/s1600/currentoliver.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nU8PjOptI/AAAAAAAAAn0/kEmQz3EhLRo/s1600/Fiona1st.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nU8PjOptI/AAAAAAAAAn0/kEmQz3EhLRo/s320/Fiona1st.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470137353849710290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first picture of Fiona. ALOT has changed on her. Her clothes, her face up, her wig, even her necklace. Its amazing. I really loved her instantly. She was probably the one I got attached to the fastest. Not that I didn't love all of them very quickly (with the exception of Milo. Poor boy) but I just clicked with Fiona right off the bat. Even though I didn't like alot about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nU8PjOptI/AAAAAAAAAn0/kEmQz3EhLRo/s1600/Fiona1st.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nU7ivlcxI/AAAAAAAAAns/rsuz0qIDdXM/s1600/Fionalongwig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nU7ivlcxI/AAAAAAAAAns/rsuz0qIDdXM/s320/Fionalongwig.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470137341821940498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first "hard" outfit. It wasn't a bad outfit, but I think at first I got a little hung up with dresses and such with her. I think it was mostly because of her elf ears. I almost didn't buy her because she has elf ears. I had seen alot of dolls with elf ears and I didn't like how they looked. But in the end I decided that her ears were not big so they could be easily hidden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nU7ivlcxI/AAAAAAAAAns/rsuz0qIDdXM/s1600/Fionalongwig.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nU7IZkAaI/AAAAAAAAAnk/JytMrmFxELo/s1600/oldFiona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nU7IZkAaI/AAAAAAAAAnk/JytMrmFxELo/s320/oldFiona.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470137334750249378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first "normal" outfit I made her. She has the different necklace in this one, I think it suits her a little better. She's worn this one ever since. I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nU7IZkAaI/AAAAAAAAAnk/JytMrmFxELo/s1600/oldFiona.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nU60vLsLI/AAAAAAAAAnc/bI2kyAnRdk4/s1600/oldfiona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nU60vLsLI/AAAAAAAAAnc/bI2kyAnRdk4/s320/oldfiona.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470137329472221362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first wig I made for her. That white one was so beautiful, but it was a static NIGHTMARE!! It was always a mess, hard to brush and keep nice... I just hated it by the time I made their first wigs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nU60vLsLI/AAAAAAAAAnc/bI2kyAnRdk4/s1600/oldfiona.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nU6QV8nRI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Tqh1svMODBo/s1600/oldfiona2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nU6QV8nRI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Tqh1svMODBo/s320/oldfiona2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470137319702699282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the blue wig I originally made for Oliver. I tried to trim it to make his head not so big, but it just made the wig look weird on him. I tried it on her and I liked how it looked. I had to use a bandanna to cover up the messy parts of my "haircut" and to hold it on. Its not until recently that my wigs have fit right and can stay on without hats or bandannas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nU6QV8nRI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Tqh1svMODBo/s1600/oldfiona2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nUctduDqI/AAAAAAAAAnM/9rnx6DCl4UI/s1600/Oldfiona3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nUctduDqI/AAAAAAAAAnM/9rnx6DCl4UI/s320/Oldfiona3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470136812123852450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went back to white, because I think she is just so pretty in it. I made a longer white wig, and a new shirt for her. By this point her face up was coming off VERY badly and she had hardly any eyebrows. Her lips were also in a bad state of being chipped and rubbed off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nUctduDqI/AAAAAAAAAnM/9rnx6DCl4UI/s1600/Oldfiona3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nUceMCG9I/AAAAAAAAAnE/UZuqgSjgJ8Y/s1600/oldfiona4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nUceMCG9I/AAAAAAAAAnE/UZuqgSjgJ8Y/s320/oldfiona4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470136808023137234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first photo shoot with her new face up, courtesy of my aunt Sherri. I just love how she turned out. With the slightly darker colors around her eyes and some eyelashes she stopped giving me the "deer in the headlights" look and I started taking more direct face pics with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nUceMCG9I/AAAAAAAAAnE/UZuqgSjgJ8Y/s1600/oldfiona4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nUcN73S8I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nHX4QnDEFeY/s1600/oldfiona5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nUcN73S8I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nHX4QnDEFeY/s320/oldfiona5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470136803660352450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wig I borrowed for awhile from my aunt Sherri. I really like the way it looked on her. This is also the first short skirt I made. I really liked the sorta preppy/punky look it gives her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nUcN73S8I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nHX4QnDEFeY/s1600/oldfiona5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nUbsIX91I/AAAAAAAAAm0/h5LPrdphgdM/s1600/oldfiona6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nUbsIX91I/AAAAAAAAAm0/h5LPrdphgdM/s320/oldfiona6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470136794586019666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* More of my "making Fiona look awkward" moments. I think I have had those the most with her. The long brown wig isn't to bad on her, but the baggy shirt (which was originally Anarchy's) with it... I dunno. Just not the way I wanted her to look. Fun fact: you don't see alot of pics where you can see her hands because when I first got her Kitten chewed one up. Then the fingers broke off. Sherri got me new hands I think right after these pics were taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nUbsIX91I/AAAAAAAAAm0/h5LPrdphgdM/s1600/oldfiona6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nUaxlnW2I/AAAAAAAAAms/rsTBgFFt4DI/s1600/oldfiona7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nUaxlnW2I/AAAAAAAAAms/rsTBgFFt4DI/s320/oldfiona7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470136778870971234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day I realized that her face against her new hands was kinda yellow. So what do I do? Go on a mad (stupid) rampage that results in her beautiful face getting VERY messed up. Luckily my aunt is once again there to save my dollies from my craziness and fixed her face up, put in new eyelashes, and make her just stunning all over again. I love my aunt Sherri. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nUaxlnW2I/AAAAAAAAAms/rsTBgFFt4DI/s1600/oldfiona7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nT1chCiLI/AAAAAAAAAmk/R5l4rsPn9_k/s1600/currentfiona.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nT1chCiLI/AAAAAAAAAmk/R5l4rsPn9_k/s320/currentfiona.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470136137559476402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That last pics is her current face, and this is her current outfit. Yep. She is beautiful, despite my attempts to make her strange and awkward :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nT1chCiLI/AAAAAAAAAmk/R5l4rsPn9_k/s1600/currentfiona.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About 2 months after I found them I was on a web site and I found Anarchy. I just loved her dark eye make up, her purple eyeballs, her pointed chin... So I talked to my mom and she bought her for me :) Here is her journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nT1Gmfi_I/AAAAAAAAAmc/kAXuJFx1xOU/s1600/1stAnarchy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nT1Gmfi_I/AAAAAAAAAmc/kAXuJFx1xOU/s320/1stAnarchy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470136131676769266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nT1Gmfi_I/AAAAAAAAAmc/kAXuJFx1xOU/s1600/1stAnarchy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first pic I took. When I first got her she had a DollZone body. It made her head look really small. Well not to long after I had her I was talking with my aunt Sherri, who had a doll with a big head that looked like a bobble head on its little body. So we switched their bodies. How's that for horror movie magic :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nT0iu6EeI/AAAAAAAAAmU/NbXxS1d56e8/s1600/oldanarchy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nT0iu6EeI/AAAAAAAAAmU/NbXxS1d56e8/s320/oldanarchy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470136122048385506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the new body. And when I started putting her in pants instead of punky dresses. She wore this wig for the vast majority of the time I've had her. I've only recently changed it. It wasn't as staticy as Fiona's old white wig, so I didn't have nearly as many problems with it. Plus it fit her head really really well. So for a long time I didn't even think about changing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nT0iu6EeI/AAAAAAAAAmU/NbXxS1d56e8/s1600/oldanarchy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nT0AQyjlI/AAAAAAAAAmM/fPjZ_0ZWpH8/s1600/oldAnarchy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nT0AQyjlI/AAAAAAAAAmM/fPjZ_0ZWpH8/s320/oldAnarchy5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470136112795258450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the first wig changes I tried to make. I wanted to have a doll with red hair, and even though Anarchy could pull it off easily, it just wasn't her. This is also when she first started wearing her Key choker. I had the keys on a longer necklace for awhile, then put them on a choker instead. I really like the way they look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nT0AQyjlI/AAAAAAAAAmM/fPjZ_0ZWpH8/s1600/oldAnarchy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nTz7OgabI/AAAAAAAAAmE/eCPppMBV70Y/s1600/oldanarchy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nTz7OgabI/AAAAAAAAAmE/eCPppMBV70Y/s320/oldanarchy3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470136111443503538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her new and current wig. In shuffling through the bag of fur I had I found the sparkley blue. I had originally gotten it for Fiona but had just never made her a wig with it. So I decided to try with Anarchy. I just loved it. I had a hard time taming it at first, so I put the bandana on her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nTz7OgabI/AAAAAAAAAmE/eCPppMBV70Y/s1600/oldanarchy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nTFPpNCoI/AAAAAAAAAlk/CDM8tSMxsWc/s1600/oldanarchy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nTFPpNCoI/AAAAAAAAAlk/CDM8tSMxsWc/s320/oldanarchy4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470135309470337666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With new hair came a want for color in her lips (also done by my aunt Sherri). With new color came the want for new clothes. So I sifted through a bunch of Fiona's old stuff and Oliver's old stuff and came out with this outfit. Even though I liked it, it just didn't seem to feel right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nStbJDpxI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Tl0Y1yPMQAc/s1600/oldanarchy6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nStbJDpxI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Tl0Y1yPMQAc/s320/oldanarchy6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470134900239869714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to my cousin Neisha and asked her to put a tattoo on Anarchy. After the tattoo I decided to put Anarchy in halter tops or backless tops now. They seemed to fit her better. I also went back to the pink and black striped bandana, for the first time not out of nessecity, but because I liked it on her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nStbJDpxI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Tl0Y1yPMQAc/s1600/oldanarchy6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nSsx4SU6I/AAAAAAAAAlM/q4_mq-GrsZ0/s1600/currentanarchy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nSsx4SU6I/AAAAAAAAAlM/q4_mq-GrsZ0/s320/currentanarchy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470134889163674530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had been wearing a pair of Fiona's slip ons, but one fell off. So instead of making her go shoeless or half shoeless I put her old clod hoppers back on. But I thought they looked strange with the pants she was wearing, so I made her new pants that are really really baggy. I like the way they look on her. So this is her most current look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost ever since I got An I was looking for another boy. I found quite a few that I really liked, but never at the right time to get them. Then Bobobie (the doll company that Fiona is from) made a new boy. Well made one of their elf boys with normal ears. I just loved him. So talked to my mommy again (I love my mommy) and she helped me get him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had struggles with liking him at first (which I've explained in previous blogs) but I now adore him. I just love the ever loving love out of him. Here is his (really short so far) journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nSsx4SU6I/AAAAAAAAAlM/q4_mq-GrsZ0/s1600/currentanarchy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nSslRMgjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/78W6F4dhtug/s1600/1stMilo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nSslRMgjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/78W6F4dhtug/s320/1stMilo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470134885778489906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first picture I took. He had practically no eyebrows, and hardly any lips. I was pretty disappointed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nSslRMgjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/78W6F4dhtug/s1600/1stMilo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nSrx9g2dI/AAAAAAAAAk8/_jQvICuesY8/s1600/oldmilo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nSrx9g2dI/AAAAAAAAAk8/_jQvICuesY8/s320/oldmilo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470134872005728722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finding the wig I really liked for him. I half thought about making him a totally new one, but I like black on him, so I altered one of Oliver's wigs for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nSrx9g2dI/AAAAAAAAAk8/_jQvICuesY8/s1600/oldmilo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nSruuAvlI/AAAAAAAAAk0/La5n3KxewbI/s1600/currentmilo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nSruuAvlI/AAAAAAAAAk0/La5n3KxewbI/s320/currentmilo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470134871135403602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How he looks now!! Isn't his face up just beautiful! Guess who did it. Go on, just guess :) Yep, my aunt saved a very cute doll from all my thoughts of selling him. Woo! I just love his new outfit as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. That's my dolls. Constantly changing. I got Oliver and Fiona on April 8th, so I've had them for just over a year, Anarchy arrived June 9th, so 2 months almost exactly after Oliver and Fiona. And my last boy Milo got here April 19th, just barely over a year after the first 2. I freaking love the ever loving lovedness out of all 4 of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. That's all I wanted to do my blog on for now. How much they have changed. So yeah. Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-7956654198283176252?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/7956654198283176252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-dolls-over-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/7956654198283176252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/7956654198283176252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-dolls-over-time.html' title='My dolls over time.'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-nVo1tyUrI/AAAAAAAAAo8/TKYNN1V2upQ/s72-c/Oliver1st.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-4315945870517306045</id><published>2010-05-08T21:39:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:10:26.233-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photostories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>Fun with photostories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So did some fun photostories today. What is a photostory? Its kinda like a comic. There is a picture with a caption. So here's how it will go. In these photostories things Anarchy says will be in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;. Things Milo says will be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;. Oliver will be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;And Fiona will be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;pink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we go. Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YxyGYg2vI/AAAAAAAAAks/92fJqqPxFj0/s1600/100_0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YxyGYg2vI/AAAAAAAAAks/92fJqqPxFj0/s320/100_0728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469113534264695538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I know I saw them bring it in here. Where is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YxyGYg2vI/AAAAAAAAAks/92fJqqPxFj0/s1600/100_0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Yxhh2aSGI/AAAAAAAAAkk/8J0czp2AtW0/s1600/100_0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Yxhh2aSGI/AAAAAAAAAkk/8J0czp2AtW0/s320/100_0730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469113249580075106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Its not up here on the piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Yxhh2aSGI/AAAAAAAAAkk/8J0czp2AtW0/s1600/100_0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YxhFBCp2I/AAAAAAAAAkc/jDXNFeHxBX4/s1600/100_0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YxhFBCp2I/AAAAAAAAAkc/jDXNFeHxBX4/s320/100_0731.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469113241840035682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Its not up here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YxhFBCp2I/AAAAAAAAAkc/jDXNFeHxBX4/s1600/100_0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YxgXBHYtI/AAAAAAAAAkU/0sy5NuY2SYA/s1600/100_0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YxgXBHYtI/AAAAAAAAAkU/0sy5NuY2SYA/s320/100_0732.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469113229492314834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I don't know how you got up there, but I'm glad you checked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YxgXBHYtI/AAAAAAAAAkU/0sy5NuY2SYA/s1600/100_0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Yxf_X88gI/AAAAAAAAAkM/eLDBPoB1js0/s1600/100_0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Yxf_X88gI/AAAAAAAAAkM/eLDBPoB1js0/s320/100_0733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469113223145648642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I found it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Yxf_X88gI/AAAAAAAAAkM/eLDBPoB1js0/s1600/100_0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YxfR4pzBI/AAAAAAAAAkE/b05xHdGWCaU/s1600/100_0734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YxfR4pzBI/AAAAAAAAAkE/b05xHdGWCaU/s320/100_0734.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469113210934774802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Here, I'll help get it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YxfR4pzBI/AAAAAAAAAkE/b05xHdGWCaU/s1600/100_0734.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwyhjO8pI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ZxF5xJietDQ/s1600/100_0735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwyhjO8pI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ZxF5xJietDQ/s320/100_0735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469112442045788818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Alright. Open it up. Lets get our treasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwyhjO8pI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ZxF5xJietDQ/s1600/100_0735.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwyGaxd3I/AAAAAAAAAj0/XmnhfBbZQoI/s1600/100_0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwyGaxd3I/AAAAAAAAAj0/XmnhfBbZQoI/s320/100_0738.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469112434762545010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All: Oh no!! No treasure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha ha! Wasn't that hilarious!! Yes. It was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is another one. It really only has Anarchy and Fiona in it. Same colors still apply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwyGaxd3I/AAAAAAAAAj0/XmnhfBbZQoI/s1600/100_0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Ywxv_5_8I/AAAAAAAAAjs/gpmeEXJ5eUQ/s1600/100_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Ywxv_5_8I/AAAAAAAAAjs/gpmeEXJ5eUQ/s320/100_0741.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469112428744277954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*setting up the tea set.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Ywxv_5_8I/AAAAAAAAAjs/gpmeEXJ5eUQ/s1600/100_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwxHu_qwI/AAAAAAAAAjk/9YpB_Lj4abw/s1600/100_0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwxHu_qwI/AAAAAAAAAjk/9YpB_Lj4abw/s320/100_0742.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469112417935928066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;An!! Anarchy! C'mon, tea is ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwxHu_qwI/AAAAAAAAAjk/9YpB_Lj4abw/s1600/100_0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwwUmAq4I/AAAAAAAAAjc/2IGIGxbsfro/s1600/100_0743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwwUmAq4I/AAAAAAAAAjc/2IGIGxbsfro/s320/100_0743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469112404208036738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*busy playing with cars*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwwUmAq4I/AAAAAAAAAjc/2IGIGxbsfro/s1600/100_0743.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwPXsh5lI/AAAAAAAAAjU/9IYgY8FIyb0/s1600/100_0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwPXsh5lI/AAAAAAAAAjU/9IYgY8FIyb0/s320/100_0745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469111838105003602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;An, you can't play with cars. Those are for boys. Lets go have tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;No. I don't want tea. I want to play cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwPXsh5lI/AAAAAAAAAjU/9IYgY8FIyb0/s1600/100_0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwPEI5nGI/AAAAAAAAAjM/KAcJ-n51A24/s1600/100_0746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwPEI5nGI/AAAAAAAAAjM/KAcJ-n51A24/s320/100_0746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469111832855288930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Well you don't have a choice. Lets go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwPEI5nGI/AAAAAAAAAjM/KAcJ-n51A24/s1600/100_0746.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwOUhHuQI/AAAAAAAAAjE/89faV8BW140/s1600/100_0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwOUhHuQI/AAAAAAAAAjE/89faV8BW140/s320/100_0747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469111820071975170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;NNOOOO!!! &lt;/span&gt;*gets dragged away*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwOUhHuQI/AAAAAAAAAjE/89faV8BW140/s1600/100_0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwN_MGLcI/AAAAAAAAAi8/U3JpRYTsEvM/s1600/100_0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwN_MGLcI/AAAAAAAAAi8/U3JpRYTsEvM/s320/100_0749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469111814346649026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;How are you enjoying your tea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwN_MGLcI/AAAAAAAAAi8/U3JpRYTsEvM/s1600/100_0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwNYd6rYI/AAAAAAAAAi0/5LUtNZzbQgI/s1600/100_0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwNYd6rYI/AAAAAAAAAi0/5LUtNZzbQgI/s320/100_0750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469111803952409986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;You do know this isn't real, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YwNYd6rYI/AAAAAAAAAi0/5LUtNZzbQgI/s1600/100_0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Yv38_qM2I/AAAAAAAAAis/eY4vwLH2LbU/s1600/100_0751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Yv38_qM2I/AAAAAAAAAis/eY4vwLH2LbU/s320/100_0751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469111435800490850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Would you like some sugar? Or more tea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Yv38_qM2I/AAAAAAAAAis/eY4vwLH2LbU/s1600/100_0751.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Yv3W6_52I/AAAAAAAAAik/Yx-M9INSUqI/s1600/100_0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Yv3W6_52I/AAAAAAAAAik/Yx-M9INSUqI/s320/100_0755.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469111425580394338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;No. I don't want any more tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Yv3W6_52I/AAAAAAAAAik/Yx-M9INSUqI/s1600/100_0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Yv2l6oQBI/AAAAAAAAAic/28lJJo-KUS4/s1600/100_0756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Yv2l6oQBI/AAAAAAAAAic/28lJJo-KUS4/s320/100_0756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469111412425506834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Cream maybe? Some cream for your tea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Yv2l6oQBI/AAAAAAAAAic/28lJJo-KUS4/s1600/100_0756.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Yv186PgXI/AAAAAAAAAiU/k2rrljGfLhI/s1600/100_0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Yv186PgXI/AAAAAAAAAiU/k2rrljGfLhI/s320/100_0757.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469111401418031474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;*sigh* Alright fine. I'll have some cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Yv186PgXI/AAAAAAAAAiU/k2rrljGfLhI/s1600/100_0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Yv1hRA8eI/AAAAAAAAAiM/6qjDtMxFF-M/s1600/100_0758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Yv1hRA8eI/AAAAAAAAAiM/6qjDtMxFF-M/s320/100_0758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469111393997353442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Yay! That means you are playing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. That's it. You saw it here first folks, I am a huge dweeb. Yep. Fun times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. We were going to try to do a nice shoot with them out in someplace pretty, but that didn't happen. So some other time I suppose. Either way I still had fun. Well that's really all I have for now, so toodles :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-4315945870517306045?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/4315945870517306045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-did-some-fun-photostories-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/4315945870517306045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/4315945870517306045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-did-some-fun-photostories-today.html' title='Fun with photostories'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-YxyGYg2vI/AAAAAAAAAks/92fJqqPxFj0/s72-c/100_0728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-7415464585371727824</id><published>2010-05-05T15:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:13:56.692-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death Note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream of Child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bobobie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ken&apos;ichi Matsuyama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>My Milo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yes. I have my Milo. And I'm such a jerk. I've had him for almost a month and I have not been putting up pics, I didn't write a blog like I did with the others.... I feel like I've neglected him. I'm a jerk.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He arrived on April 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I waited all day for the UPS truck (and when the guy got there he told me I was to young to know who the Beatles are! Good music doesn't have an age limit) I quickly opened him, and... well... to be honest it was not instant love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly when I first got him, I wondered if I'd made a mistake. He didn't look like his pictures on the site. I felt really sad that I'd wanted him so much and he got here and I felt let down. I decided maybe it was his lack of clothes and wig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the process of dressing him I realized he has S hooks (He is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bobobie&lt;/span&gt; Mai so that's uncommon but VERY good) I felt happy that he had a perk. I tried different outfits, different wigs, and such but I still didn't feel any love or anything toward him. I told myself it was because I didn't like his face up and once it was fixed I would like him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the week or two that passed while I was working out times to be able to meet with my aunt so she could do the face up I found a wig I liked and decided to make his shirt since I couldn't find one that I felt suited him. In the process of all this he tilted his head and suddenly I realized he looks like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ken'ichi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Matsuyama&lt;/span&gt; a Japanese actor who played L (my favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;manga&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt;/Japanese character ever!) and my heart opened up to him. That's what it took. A slight cock of the head and it was love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took him to my mom's and she looked and him and said, "He looks really Asian." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:"Yeah I know."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "Oh! You know who he looks like? That guy that played L."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Me: :) "Yeah he does"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was even more confirmed and I loved him even more. I gathered up some pics of L to take to my aunts and asked her to do his face up similar to L. He turned out BEAUTIFULLY and I just adore him. I still feel bad that at first I was disappointed with him, but I just LOVE him now. He poses AMAZINGLY (except for his little leg twitches) he looks amazing.... Its love. So now here are pics!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-HslWl5iPI/AAAAAAAAAiE/tuCZ6KrH99Y/s1600/100_0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-HslWl5iPI/AAAAAAAAAiE/tuCZ6KrH99Y/s320/100_0713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467911549068347634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Possibly my favorite pic of him so far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-HslWl5iPI/AAAAAAAAAiE/tuCZ6KrH99Y/s1600/100_0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Hsk9MOpFI/AAAAAAAAAh8/7AX8uOYjPtE/s1600/100_0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Hsk9MOpFI/AAAAAAAAAh8/7AX8uOYjPtE/s320/100_0712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467911542249792594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has amazing colored eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Hsk9MOpFI/AAAAAAAAAh8/7AX8uOYjPtE/s1600/100_0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-HskjWkUxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/zMRg8T2jjkA/s1600/100_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-HskjWkUxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/zMRg8T2jjkA/s320/100_0618.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467911535313834770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-HskjWkUxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/zMRg8T2jjkA/s1600/100_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Anarchy. They are super cute together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-HrAA-nU3I/AAAAAAAAAhU/rIwt1zQ5Izk/s1600/100_0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-HrAA-nU3I/AAAAAAAAAhU/rIwt1zQ5Izk/s320/100_0692.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467909808099644274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-HrAA-nU3I/AAAAAAAAAhU/rIwt1zQ5Izk/s1600/100_0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Hq_jQHNlI/AAAAAAAAAhM/3kVANVUcLuo/s1600/100_0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-Hq_jQHNlI/AAAAAAAAAhM/3kVANVUcLuo/s320/100_0603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467909800119973458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first outfit I had him in. I love this picture to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See? He is beautiful. I'm glad I realized that. I just adore him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. I think part of the reason I had a hard time at first also was because my cat was missing. I felt bad being happy and excited, while I didn't know what had happened to my kitten. I was very upset. But good news, a few days after I had him she showed back up. She is now wearing a collar to make any other disappearances a little easier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah... I guess that's it for now. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-7415464585371727824?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/7415464585371727824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-milo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/7415464585371727824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/7415464585371727824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-milo.html' title='My Milo'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S-HslWl5iPI/AAAAAAAAAiE/tuCZ6KrH99Y/s72-c/100_0713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-4712407150671159326</id><published>2010-04-14T16:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T17:12:20.869-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zombie uprising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scribble People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dawn of the Dreadfuls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Wars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zombies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>I am such a slacker....</title><content type='html'>But I'm full of excuses. So here you go. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started a web comic as the vast majority of you know called &lt;a href="http://missymartinmedia.com/corbettcomicstrip/"&gt;Scribble People&lt;/a&gt;. (that's a link to it.) In the mad whirl wind that ensued from creating such a master piece I have been working on backgrounds, pictures of friends, and random art as well as doing the comic (which updates Mondays and Thursdays). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you have it. The first excuse and the one that has kept me insanely busy. Well insanely busy for me anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, there have been alot of good movies that have come out this year, and I also felt the need to re watch the entire Star Wars series. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the by, I wish Anakin had never gone to the dark side :( I wish he would have stayed good, helped Panda Bear raise the kids, taught Luke to play baseball, Force choked Leia's dates.... It makes me sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that is the second excuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lastly.... I'm really lazy. I mean lets be honest. I'm a lazy bum who prefers to fight the dogs for the best spot on the couch so I can doodle and watch movies. That's how I roll. Just accept it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways in happy fun time news, I have been on an ordering spree today! Earlier I ordered more faux fur so I can make doll wigs, then I ordered some Rabid Bunny slip on shoes for my doll Anarchy, and lastly I ordered a new doll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. My newest and last doll is Milo. He will be here in about 5 business days the web site said. I'm so excited I could die!!! Ok, not really die, but I'm pretty excited. (does happy jig) (I love the word "jig") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In even more news (this is what I get for never updating) I recently read Dawn of the Dreadfuls. If you are unawares as to what it is, I will explain. Some of you may be familiar with the book Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, I book I want now even more than I used to. Well Dawn of the Dreadfuls is the second book, which is actually a prequel to the first one. Got it? Ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is about those crafty Bennets and how they must fight off the upcoming Zombie uprising. That's all the further into detail I'm going. If you wanna know more than buy it. Or I'll borrow you mine. Maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ending left me kinda sad and a little hollow. But that's what you get with zombies. (stupid zombies) They ruin everything. And eat everyone! They are real jerks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of eating people, I have recently been thinking about cannibalism. I wish I was joking. Not that I'm considering eating people (I'll leave that to the zombies) but I wonder if it should be considered murder if you kill someone to eat them. I think there should be a different category. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or say the person is already dead. Not killed by said cannibal, but died in an epic lightsaber battle, or even just old age. Would eating them be against the law? I wonder these things. I am truly strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. I think I may have run out of things to say. I'm gonna go sew. So I'll probably be posting pics sometime this week. Yep. Ok. Well I'm off out. Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-4712407150671159326?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/4712407150671159326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-such-slacker.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/4712407150671159326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/4712407150671159326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-such-slacker.html' title='I am such a slacker....'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-774099344820692561</id><published>2010-03-08T18:41:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:15:37.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, its been awhile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been working incredibly hard on the Scribble People comic. If you haven't seen it, it is &lt;a href="http://missymartinmedia.com/corbettcomicstrip/"&gt;here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been working on getting some art up as well. We have about 4 episode posted and I have about 4 more in draft form. I have about 10 art pictures to put up as well. If you want to see Alice in Wonderland told via Scribble People then you will enjoy the art. I had alot of fun drawing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Saturday we went to a train show. I took Fiona. I made her an adorable little conductors outfit. Here are some pics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S5WqjXjK1dI/AAAAAAAAAgk/lueJIUFaEbg/s1600-h/100_0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S5WqjXjK1dI/AAAAAAAAAgk/lueJIUFaEbg/s320/100_0493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446446848968152530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S5WqjXjK1dI/AAAAAAAAAgk/lueJIUFaEbg/s1600-h/100_0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She rode on my purse pretty much the whole time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S5WqhwUX1-I/AAAAAAAAAgc/kjekNyNvQ6k/s1600-h/100_0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S5WqhwUX1-I/AAAAAAAAAgc/kjekNyNvQ6k/s320/100_0503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446446821257238498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standing outside by the big trains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S5Wpuu6YJMI/AAAAAAAAAgM/TlPX0eTBO6g/s1600-h/100_0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S5Wpuu6YJMI/AAAAAAAAAgM/TlPX0eTBO6g/s320/100_0502.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446445944706442434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S5Wpuu6YJMI/AAAAAAAAAgM/TlPX0eTBO6g/s1600-h/100_0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S5Wp1DxJ5FI/AAAAAAAAAgU/DbnFU-AMw_A/s1600-h/100_0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sitting on one of the HUGE wheels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S5WpuIplUZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/uvpy9oaE-Ew/s1600-h/100_0498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S5WpuIplUZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/uvpy9oaE-Ew/s320/100_0498.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446445934435455378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S5WpuIplUZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/uvpy9oaE-Ew/s1600-h/100_0498.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loves her conductor outfit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S5Wpthsm3vI/AAAAAAAAAf8/vdILS6zGizM/s1600-h/100_0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S5Wpthsm3vI/AAAAAAAAAf8/vdILS6zGizM/s320/100_0443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446445923979157234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S5Wpthsm3vI/AAAAAAAAAf8/vdILS6zGizM/s1600-h/100_0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those trains were more her size&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S5WptHwFZ1I/AAAAAAAAAf0/s3GBGz92Bus/s1600-h/100_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S5WptHwFZ1I/AAAAAAAAAf0/s3GBGz92Bus/s320/100_0440.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446445917014419282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S5Wpso6lEOI/AAAAAAAAAfs/d_uGHWhOkk0/s1600-h/100_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S5WptHwFZ1I/AAAAAAAAAf0/s3GBGz92Bus/s1600-h/100_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So... many... buttons...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. I had alot of fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in summation; I'm working like crazy on Scribble People, and I had fun at the train show. The end. Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-774099344820692561?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/774099344820692561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/03/sorry-its-been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/774099344820692561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/774099344820692561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/03/sorry-its-been-awhile.html' title='Sorry, its been awhile...'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/S5WqjXjK1dI/AAAAAAAAAgk/lueJIUFaEbg/s72-c/100_0493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-2192562107346409805</id><published>2010-02-21T02:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T02:20:30.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scribble People'/><title type='text'>A little bit about what I've been up to...</title><content type='html'>We got Scribble People live!! Woo!! Its so exciting. Go check it out... I'll wait... (go &lt;a href="http://missymartinmedia.com/corbettcomicstrip/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't that AWESOME!!!! I'm wicked excited to have this going! Obviously, you can tell by my excessive use of exclamation points :) !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;. That's really all I've been working on and doing lately. Its been all about scribbling people these past few weeks, but its just so exciting to see it all come together. It has been a slightly exhausting time. With broken computers, broken scanners, late nights.... But still, to see it up on the web has made all of it worth it to me. I'm so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's really all I have to say for now. I'm gonna get back to my sewing. PS, I've noticed that the twitters are not working, I'll try to get them working again, but it may just be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt;, and nothing I can do about it. So yeah. I love you all! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Toodles&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/1130847234919885552-2192562107346409805?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/2192562107346409805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-bit-about-what-ive-been-up-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/2192562107346409805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/2192562107346409805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-bit-about-what-ive-been-up-to.html' title='A little bit about what I&apos;ve been up to...'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-3257178622075812674</id><published>2010-02-12T21:58:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:20:01.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scribble People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='registration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark Hoppus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pete Wenz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Almost Alice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribblepeople.net'/><title type='text'>Your parents have been eaten by cannibals!!</title><content type='html'>So I have a car again! Well, I have the same car its just now it is registered so I can drive it again :) Happy times. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like my car, despite its many many quirks. In fact it is safe to say that I love my car because of its quirks. Like the speedometer, which is about 5 miles off on a good day. It is usually moving, so I don't usually know my speed. I just know about how fast I'm going. I have gotten pretty good at knowing where it is though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there is the shaking. If I press to hard on the brake my car shakes when it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;idling&lt;/span&gt;. I know how to fix that though. Just ease up slightly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the radio. I miss my old radio. The one that I had to hit just right to get it to get it to play. The one that the time didn't show anymore thanks to Karissa abusing it because she doesn't know the right way to hit it. I liked how it wouldn't work for half the car ride, then just start blaring out of no where. It didn't startle me after awhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly my car has no radio now. Some MAJOR IDIOT tore it out to "Put in a new one..." even though, I said "Don't, I like my radio. I don't care that it doesn't always work." Plus they did this not knowing how to take it out, and without me having a new radio to put in. Really annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I like all of these things. I like that I know how to drive my car just right, and that others have issues with its quirks. Its fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in other news, Scribble People is one step closer to getting on an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; near you. I have final drafts done. We are looking into scanners, and buying the domain name (which will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scribblepeople&lt;/span&gt;.net I will link that when we get it done).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really excited. I've been working hard on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt; development, drawing different positions, and drawing my characters differently. I really like how its coming along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are working on a bunch of things. I think it will be pretty awesome when we get it really going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. We went around looking for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;messenger&lt;/span&gt; bags today that I could put all of my drawing supplies in, but we did not have much luck. Its a shame. But Mikey's friend, and maybe my friend, offered to make me a bag. So that is really really wicked. I'm excited for an awesome bag all my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. I think that's about it. Oh, fun fact though, I am listening to the Almost Alice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt;. I'm a fan. It is really interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that is it officially. Keep an eye out for Scribble People! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Toodles&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/1130847234919885552-3257178622075812674?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/3257178622075812674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/02/your-parents-have-been-eaten-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/3257178622075812674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/3257178622075812674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/02/your-parents-have-been-eaten-by.html' title='Your parents have been eaten by cannibals!!'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-6161235609826507033</id><published>2010-01-19T23:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:18:54.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Oh the conversations I have</title><content type='html'>It started last night. With me and Mikey as we were going to bed we were chatting. Here is a vague transcript of what I can remember. Mikey will be in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I will be in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I'm going to die of exhaustion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;You can't die of exhaustion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;You know what, now I'm going to die of exhaustion just to spite you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;They wont know you died of exhaustion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Yeah, I've seen tv, I know how it works. The autopsy people will see that I died of exhaustion. And spite. Some how they will find out it was out of spite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"Joe did you just lick the body?" "Yep. Tastes like spite."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To which I almost died laughing. I love my Mikey, he is so funny and insane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I had a conversation with Mikey's little sister at dinner. It went something like this: (I'm still purple, Mikey's sister Madison will be in green)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Is your dad half Mexican?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;What? No. He's Indian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Oh! That's why you were your hair in braids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Uh... No I actually just like braids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Sacajawea wore braids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(enter Mikey's mom who will be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Mom are half anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;What do you mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Like half Mexican, or half Indian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;No...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Oh. Dad's got to be at least half Asian. Or else he couldn't get so tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the most innocently racist conversation I've ever had. Kids are so awesome. Or maybe Mikey's family is just insane. Either way, it has made my last couple days pretty funny :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-6161235609826507033?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/6161235609826507033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-conversations-i-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/6161235609826507033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/6161235609826507033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-conversations-i-have.html' title='Oh the conversations I have'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-6029746073924685539</id><published>2010-01-15T23:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T02:14:18.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Pit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello folks. Here is a blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, here is a video I made. Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c7f91858a80fdf80" 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://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc7f91858a80fdf80%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331627116%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28BB30F48A7931EB39398ED42D72CED48294E446.301A1A0FD215505DED2A8F26BEDFFC2B6380EE29%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc7f91858a80fdf80%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Deg5oztjnLCtyhMPU-KzpdFhyk6c&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://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc7f91858a80fdf80%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331627116%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28BB30F48A7931EB39398ED42D72CED48294E446.301A1A0FD215505DED2A8F26BEDFFC2B6380EE29%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc7f91858a80fdf80%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Deg5oztjnLCtyhMPU-KzpdFhyk6c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, I'm very sad over the death of my beta fish. His name was Pit, after the video game character from Kid Icarus. I'm sad. He was a good fish. We had him for a little over 2 years. RIP my little Pitley. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. So we are going fish shopping tomorrow. It should be interesting. I want fish that can have friends. I always felt so sad that Pitley, being a beta fish, could not have anyone else in his bowl. He must have been sad. I'm glad he did not die alone. Poor little guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, well that's all I have for today. I'll let you all know about the fishes that we get tomorrow. Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-6029746073924685539?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/6029746073924685539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/01/rip-pit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/6029746073924685539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/6029746073924685539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/01/rip-pit.html' title='RIP Pit'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-6051123337552325786</id><published>2010-01-07T23:20:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T01:40:37.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Imaginarium of Dr Parnassus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Invention of Lying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorian Gray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Picture of Dorian Gray'/><title type='text'>Welcome, 2010</title><content type='html'>I really had nothing against 2009 (aside from all the dead celebrities. Billy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mayes&lt;/span&gt;, you will be missed) but 2010 does seem to be off to a good start for all my loved ones. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a really amazing Christmas, and a really fun New Year. But what I want to talk to you about today is movies. I have seen a couple really amazing movies lately, and I feel the need to share my opinion and views. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, a little while back I saw The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Imaginarium&lt;/span&gt; of Dr. Parnassus. You know, Heath Ledger's last film? Well let me just say that I loved it. It was so beautiful, it told such an interesting and sad story, and... well... I dunno. It had that "something". You know, that thing that makes a movie wonderful, but you really can't describe why. It had that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its about a man named Parnassus (you may recognize the name from the title) and after countless bets with the devil he owes his daughter's soul. But Mr Devil gives him one last bet, if he can get to five souls before the devil does then he can keep his daughter's soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enter Heath Ledger. A man they rescue who has no idea who he is. But with his good looks and charm he easily lures people in and helps them with the wager. But there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more going on with him then anyone realizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really enjoyed it. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;visuals&lt;/span&gt; were astounding, and the story was enchanting. Though, if you are not a fan of really weird, then you may not enjoy it. It was really weird. But that suits me just fine :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nextly&lt;/span&gt;, The Invention of Lying. I really did not expect anything from this. I thought it would be silly and fun, but that's about it. But to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pleasant&lt;/span&gt; surprise it was really good, and thoughtful. In a world were no one has ever even heard of the concept of dishonesty a man suddenly realises he has the ability to lie. So he uses this to his advantage and becomes famous and rich. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when his mom gets sick and he tells her all this stuff about what happens after you die, and someone over hears it turns into this big thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really good and surprisingly heartfelt. I was a fan, even though I didn't think I would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Last but not least: Dorian Gray. Who here knows the story of Dorian Gray? Anyone? I will tell you anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Picture of Dorian Gray is a story by Oscar Wilde. It is about a young man who trades his soul to remain young and attractive forever. His soul is put into a painting of him. Whatever he does no longer affects him, just the painting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first he feels free and goes about doing just whatever he pleases. He has sex, does drugs, whatever because he knows he can and not be affected by it. He even kills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well after long years of deprived living, he looks at this painting and realizes, "Hey, wait a minute, this is my soul! I am one messed up guy!" So he tries to be good and do good to reverse the damage. But he can't. All the damage is still there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually this drives him insane and he stabs a sword into the painting, killing himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally I've loved this story ever since my creative writing teacher read it to the class. It is not for everyone, but I love stories like this. Which is why I was so annoyed with The League of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Extraordinary&lt;/span&gt; Gentlemen. The ruined his story. Jerks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so they made a movie out of the real story. And it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SSOOO&lt;/span&gt; AMAZING!!! I am so in love. Its creepy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;disturbing&lt;/span&gt;, weird, but meaningful, and deep at the same time. Wonderful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could really talk about this forever, but now seems like as good a place as any to stop. So I hope you are having a wonderful 2010, and that is all I've got to say for my first blog of the year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Toodles&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/1130847234919885552-6051123337552325786?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/6051123337552325786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/6051123337552325786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/6051123337552325786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-2010.html' title='Welcome, 2010'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-2666817868549645924</id><published>2009-12-21T16:34:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T17:03:42.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep paralysis'/><title type='text'>Sleep Paralysis....</title><content type='html'>Its a terrifying thing. I'm getting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heebie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jeebies&lt;/span&gt; just talking about it. Basically when your body goes into REM sleep you become paralysed so that you don't act out your dreams. But if you get sleep paralysis you can wake up during this, but only mentally. So your brain wakes up, but your body is still asleep and in a state of paralysis. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With me so far? So your brain panics and tries to make sense of why you can not move and starts to hallucinate. Most people see things holding them down, like ghosts or demons. Some people see hags or witches that cast spells to make it so they can't move. Some people see aliens. (I'm not saying all alien abductions are a result of this, I'm merely stating facts, so don't get all uppity) Everyone understand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now what causes it? Well what causes nightmares? Our brains are amazing instruments that we only have a glimpse of understanding on. There are the usual things. Stress, sleeping in a weird place (Shaun that's probably why you get it sleep on the couch), sleeping in a new sleep pattern, not getting enough sleep.... They even say sleeping on your back can cause it. The usual suspects and others for problems with sleep. But they don't know for sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally I see the shadows. When this happens I usually get to scared to sleep for like weeks. So here we are. I had sleep paralysis on Friday night and I have hardly been able to sleep at all. I start dozing and think "What if it happens again?" Scare myself and am wide awake again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the first time it happened I think I was 12. I had a dream that I tripped and I couldn't get up and something was after me. I opened my eyes and I was in my room, but I still couldn't move for a few seconds, but I snapped out of it pretty quickly and just chalked it up to not being fully awake. Which maybe I wasn't. I really can't say for sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't happen again until I was 19, but it happens more frequently the older I get it seems. This time (Friday) when it happened I recognized what was happening, having done some research on it since it happened last, and thought "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'm fine. Its just sleep paralysis. I just need to wait for a minute." Calm. I was alright. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw this shadow and I just knew that it knew I was having sleep paralysis, and it was coming to get me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just watched this shadow creep at me knowing it was going to get me if I couldn't snap out of sleep paralysis. Keep in mind, I was hallucinating. I know none of it happened, but it was terrifying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this video on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;, where someone tries to recreate what you see during sleep paralysis. It is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F4c0o9L_21c&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; Keep in mind, it is a little spooky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So writing about this has got me all spooked out. So I'm gonna go be loud and happy somewhere. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Toodles&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/1130847234919885552-2666817868549645924?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/2666817868549645924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleep-paralysis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/2666817868549645924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/2666817868549645924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleep-paralysis.html' title='Sleep Paralysis....'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-2450357475375559070</id><published>2009-12-18T17:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T23:14:43.951-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>Snow sprites...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I took some pics with my dollies new Christmas timey outfits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyxuOGY2fdI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/gFNoE_AaB1g/s1600-h/Photo0328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyxuOGY2fdI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/gFNoE_AaB1g/s320/Photo0328.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416825640331935186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyxuN52pJ1I/AAAAAAAAAeI/tbspjYBhqyo/s1600-h/Photo0327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyxuN52pJ1I/AAAAAAAAAeI/tbspjYBhqyo/s320/Photo0327.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416825636967229266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyxuNq1eDDI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Kc-uaPSfllk/s1600-h/Photo0326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyxuNq1eDDI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Kc-uaPSfllk/s320/Photo0326.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416825632935775282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyxuNMSGX0I/AAAAAAAAAd4/WrljKKB-5Tc/s1600-h/Photo0325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyxuNMSGX0I/AAAAAAAAAd4/WrljKKB-5Tc/s320/Photo0325.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416825624734359362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyxtxOKAwPI/AAAAAAAAAdw/NdtpqyY8pus/s1600-h/Photo0324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyxtxOKAwPI/AAAAAAAAAdw/NdtpqyY8pus/s320/Photo0324.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416825144200970482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyxtwlO6YNI/AAAAAAAAAdo/EOKirLKcMoQ/s1600-h/Photo0323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyxtwlO6YNI/AAAAAAAAAdo/EOKirLKcMoQ/s320/Photo0323.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416825133215670482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyxtwLksWMI/AAAAAAAAAdg/1nKZzNO27aA/s1600-h/Photo0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyxtwLksWMI/AAAAAAAAAdg/1nKZzNO27aA/s320/Photo0322.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416825126327703746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Syxtv7Abq9I/AAAAAAAAAdY/5L-0LU-FV0s/s1600-h/Photo0321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Syxtv7Abq9I/AAAAAAAAAdY/5L-0LU-FV0s/s320/Photo0321.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416825121880648658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyxtvaZP0DI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/jmHp5X6crC4/s1600-h/Photo0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyxtvaZP0DI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/jmHp5X6crC4/s320/Photo0320.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416825113126359090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I spent the most time on Fi's outfit. I really like these pics. It got a little to cold before I finished taking pics. Plus I was a little bored but myself. Maybe tomorrow, or more likely Monday, I'll take some music out with me to give me inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good thing about taking pics of my dollies in the snow is that since they are not warm their clothes don't get wet. Nice since I don't know if that would ruin the fabric of Fiona's dress, or what it would do to the vinyl on Anarchy's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. Not much is going on with me. I've decided to be more social and stuff. So yeah. Maybe I'll make a friend or something (not likely). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm tired and I feel a little ill. I'm gonna go lay down. Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-2450357475375559070?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/2450357475375559070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-sprites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/2450357475375559070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/2450357475375559070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-sprites.html' title='Snow sprites...'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyxuOGY2fdI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/gFNoE_AaB1g/s72-c/Photo0328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-6958956938052515100</id><published>2009-12-15T00:58:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T01:21:07.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>Its Christmas time, again.</title><content type='html'>We decorated the Christmas tree over the past weekend. I took pictures!!! Woo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydFHS_Q3RI/AAAAAAAAAcw/OM8bmTbKo7I/s1600-h/Photo0315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydFHS_Q3RI/AAAAAAAAAcw/OM8bmTbKo7I/s320/Photo0315.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415373068594896146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydFHS_Q3RI/AAAAAAAAAcw/OM8bmTbKo7I/s1600-h/Photo0315.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydFHFjFRVI/AAAAAAAAAco/0EVrNZwq3M4/s1600-h/Photo0314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydFHFjFRVI/AAAAAAAAAco/0EVrNZwq3M4/s320/Photo0314.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415373064987034962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Bud (you can't really see him) and the dollies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydFHFjFRVI/AAAAAAAAAco/0EVrNZwq3M4/s1600-h/Photo0314.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydFG7wnvxI/AAAAAAAAAcg/RgAK_BoK4hM/s1600-h/Photo0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydFG7wnvxI/AAAAAAAAAcg/RgAK_BoK4hM/s320/Photo0312.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415373062359465746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydFG7wnvxI/AAAAAAAAAcg/RgAK_BoK4hM/s1600-h/Photo0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mikey decorating :) I love him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydE3iqyT0I/AAAAAAAAAcY/G44xBWxg2iE/s1600-h/Photo0308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydE3iqyT0I/AAAAAAAAAcY/G44xBWxg2iE/s320/Photo0308.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415372797926068034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydE3iqyT0I/AAAAAAAAAcY/G44xBWxg2iE/s1600-h/Photo0308.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oliver hanging ornaments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydE3XEuMBI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/GcY516JoXUI/s1600-h/Photo0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydE3XEuMBI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/GcY516JoXUI/s320/Photo0307.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415372794813624338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydE3XEuMBI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/GcY516JoXUI/s1600-h/Photo0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anarchy looks so pretty in this pic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydE3IVs_mI/AAAAAAAAAcI/2rvqYh1z5Xk/s1600-h/Photo0306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydE3IVs_mI/AAAAAAAAAcI/2rvqYh1z5Xk/s320/Photo0306.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415372790858317410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiona is the angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydE3IVs_mI/AAAAAAAAAcI/2rvqYh1z5Xk/s1600-h/Photo0306.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydE2jg6jSI/AAAAAAAAAcA/KOf6tbFSPI4/s1600-h/Photo0305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydE2jg6jSI/AAAAAAAAAcA/KOf6tbFSPI4/s320/Photo0305.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415372780973231394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydE2jg6jSI/AAAAAAAAAcA/KOf6tbFSPI4/s1600-h/Photo0305.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anarchy. My girls were being alot more photogenic than Oliver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydE2R5isCI/AAAAAAAAAb4/PeXWvOJsbZE/s1600-h/Photo0302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydE2R5isCI/AAAAAAAAAb4/PeXWvOJsbZE/s320/Photo0302.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415372776244686882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydE2R5isCI/AAAAAAAAAb4/PeXWvOJsbZE/s1600-h/Photo0302.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fiona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydFMWftQqI/AAAAAAAAAdI/AbCwIuNd1no/s320/Photo0318.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415373155435627170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today I got An's face up touched up by my wicked awesome Aunt Sherri (you remember Neisha from my other blogs? Its her mom :) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydFHpYdkyI/AAAAAAAAAc4/rOvmjYpWd1k/s320/Photo0316.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415373074606166818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can't decide on brunette...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydFH-yIk-I/AAAAAAAAAdA/j1qp2svl5aw/s320/Photo0317.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415373080350987234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or blonde.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be taking pics of them all in there fancy new Christmas outfits later. I put alot of work into them. They look really good I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's all I have for now. Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-6958956938052515100?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/6958956938052515100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-christmas-time-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/6958956938052515100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/6958956938052515100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-christmas-time-again.html' title='Its Christmas time, again.'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SydFHS_Q3RI/AAAAAAAAAcw/OM8bmTbKo7I/s72-c/Photo0315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-5028186974040881076</id><published>2009-12-11T23:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:06:30.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lee Pace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Ridiculously short</title><content type='html'>I'm just saying to go see my newest video. Enjoy. It is here: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l0XvLOe_X-g"&gt;The Fallen Rose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-5028186974040881076?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/5028186974040881076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/12/ridiculously-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/5028186974040881076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/5028186974040881076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/12/ridiculously-short.html' title='Ridiculously short'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-2224656015069120781</id><published>2009-12-09T17:37:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:01:18.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrapping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>Happy Holiday Fun!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I took lots of pictures!!! Check 'em out!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBFwNcoMPI/AAAAAAAAAbw/HlVxfWsgSCQ/s1600-h/Photo0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBFwNcoMPI/AAAAAAAAAbw/HlVxfWsgSCQ/s320/Photo0274.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413403446645108978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBFwNcoMPI/AAAAAAAAAbw/HlVxfWsgSCQ/s1600-h/Photo0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went outside, and the first thing Fiona did was fall. Oliver tried to help her up though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBFvybi3sI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qbK0INJRddk/s1600-h/Photo0275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBFvybi3sI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qbK0INJRddk/s320/Photo0275.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413403439392808642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBFvybi3sI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qbK0INJRddk/s1600-h/Photo0275.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anarchy just stood and watched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBFvW39tVI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Owq3bYt9jn4/s1600-h/Photo0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBFvW39tVI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Owq3bYt9jn4/s320/Photo0276.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413403431995815250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiona decided to make a snow angel instead of getting up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBFvW39tVI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Owq3bYt9jn4/s1600-h/Photo0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBFS8THTtI/AAAAAAAAAbY/eOccFiQs6Z0/s1600-h/Photo0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBFS8THTtI/AAAAAAAAAbY/eOccFiQs6Z0/s320/Photo0277.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413402943825596114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBFS8THTtI/AAAAAAAAAbY/eOccFiQs6Z0/s1600-h/Photo0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But Oliver helped her up so she didn't mess up her angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBFSjplLvI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/D0dxdHbgXuA/s1600-h/Photo0278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBFSjplLvI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/D0dxdHbgXuA/s320/Photo0278.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413402937208942322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBFSjplLvI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/D0dxdHbgXuA/s1600-h/Photo0278.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later Anarchy decided to take advantage of Oliver's turned back and hit him with snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBFSAVr3zI/AAAAAAAAAbI/C8uS5qa4-ss/s1600-h/Photo0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBFSAVr3zI/AAAAAAAAAbI/C8uS5qa4-ss/s320/Photo0279.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413402927730253618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she ended up falling over on him and taking them both down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBFSAVr3zI/AAAAAAAAAbI/C8uS5qa4-ss/s1600-h/Photo0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBFRm4penI/AAAAAAAAAbA/YJ0ck0aZsjo/s1600-h/Photo0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBFRm4penI/AAAAAAAAAbA/YJ0ck0aZsjo/s320/Photo0280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413402920897575538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBFRm4penI/AAAAAAAAAbA/YJ0ck0aZsjo/s1600-h/Photo0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But she still took the oppertunity to run snow on his face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBFRVUlFtI/AAAAAAAAAa4/vIB_sZz3-cI/s1600-h/Photo0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBFRVUlFtI/AAAAAAAAAa4/vIB_sZz3-cI/s320/Photo0281.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413402916182890194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBFRVUlFtI/AAAAAAAAAa4/vIB_sZz3-cI/s1600-h/Photo0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside getting out of our wet things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBE2Ev2PZI/AAAAAAAAAaw/7m_mhv3PenU/s1600-h/Photo0282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBE2Ev2PZI/AAAAAAAAAaw/7m_mhv3PenU/s320/Photo0282.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413402447877389714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBE2Ev2PZI/AAAAAAAAAaw/7m_mhv3PenU/s1600-h/Photo0282.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oliver's hair was dripping. Poor guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBE15H6QiI/AAAAAAAAAao/XPvnX3nfEoM/s1600-h/Photo0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBE15H6QiI/AAAAAAAAAao/XPvnX3nfEoM/s320/Photo0283.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413402444757090850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBE15H6QiI/AAAAAAAAAao/XPvnX3nfEoM/s1600-h/Photo0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All our shoes lined up to dry by the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went downstairs to wrap the presents we've had lying around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBE1srRvcI/AAAAAAAAAag/9QhGOxTQP5c/s1600-h/Photo0284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBE1srRvcI/AAAAAAAAAag/9QhGOxTQP5c/s320/Photo0284.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413402441415769538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBE1srRvcI/AAAAAAAAAag/9QhGOxTQP5c/s1600-h/Photo0284.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An unrolled the wrapping paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBE1dKhRII/AAAAAAAAAaY/U-vp2QbBmMs/s1600-h/Photo0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBE1dKhRII/AAAAAAAAAaY/U-vp2QbBmMs/s320/Photo0285.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413402437251843202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBE1dKhRII/AAAAAAAAAaY/U-vp2QbBmMs/s1600-h/Photo0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"NO! Don't take pics over here, you never know who might see their presents!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBE08xrwQI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/3pdqKUO_Xv4/s1600-h/Photo0287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBE08xrwQI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/3pdqKUO_Xv4/s320/Photo0287.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413402428557738242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBE08xrwQI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/3pdqKUO_Xv4/s1600-h/Photo0287.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Putting on some tape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBEaQuZOYI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3o4-HnOITo0/s1600-h/Photo0288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBEaQuZOYI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3o4-HnOITo0/s320/Photo0288.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413401970056182146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBEaQuZOYI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3o4-HnOITo0/s1600-h/Photo0288.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The needed team work to hold this piece down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBEaEIo4FI/AAAAAAAAAaA/GR_WFo41E58/s1600-h/Photo0289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBEaEIo4FI/AAAAAAAAAaA/GR_WFo41E58/s320/Photo0289.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413401966676598866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBEaEIo4FI/AAAAAAAAAaA/GR_WFo41E58/s1600-h/Photo0289.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oliver wrote the names&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBEZpG27gI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/iyt73b517RA/s1600-h/Photo0290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBEZpG27gI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/iyt73b517RA/s320/Photo0290.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413401959421373954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBEZpG27gI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/iyt73b517RA/s1600-h/Photo0290.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Onto the next present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBEZSoAiXI/AAAAAAAAAZw/heoiR2HpBwg/s1600-h/Photo0291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBEZSoAiXI/AAAAAAAAAZw/heoiR2HpBwg/s320/Photo0291.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413401953386400114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBEZSoAiXI/AAAAAAAAAZw/heoiR2HpBwg/s1600-h/Photo0291.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I helped this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBEYwR6kSI/AAAAAAAAAZo/7PkW9rHC7a8/s1600-h/Photo0292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBEYwR6kSI/AAAAAAAAAZo/7PkW9rHC7a8/s320/Photo0292.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413401944166928674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oliver has good handwriting :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBEYwR6kSI/AAAAAAAAAZo/7PkW9rHC7a8/s1600-h/Photo0292.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBD3OxXRyI/AAAAAAAAAZg/eejPv6WTs0Y/s1600-h/Photo0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBD3OxXRyI/AAAAAAAAAZg/eejPv6WTs0Y/s320/Photo0293.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413401368236345122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBD3OxXRyI/AAAAAAAAAZg/eejPv6WTs0Y/s1600-h/Photo0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The littlest one was the easiest to wrap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBD2pSe2CI/AAAAAAAAAZY/9iBf0OD5MY0/s1600-h/Photo0294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBD2pSe2CI/AAAAAAAAAZY/9iBf0OD5MY0/s320/Photo0294.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413401358174705698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBD2pSe2CI/AAAAAAAAAZY/9iBf0OD5MY0/s1600-h/Photo0294.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And didn't need help with this one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBD2bhnKgI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/q-O-DpN13to/s1600-h/Photo0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBD2bhnKgI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/q-O-DpN13to/s320/Photo0295.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413401354480069122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBD2bhnKgI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/q-O-DpN13to/s1600-h/Photo0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Even the name is the easiest."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBD1ze5UII/AAAAAAAAAZI/3KcY3YU5epk/s1600-h/Photo0296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBD1ze5UII/AAAAAAAAAZI/3KcY3YU5epk/s320/Photo0296.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413401343731257474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBD1ze5UII/AAAAAAAAAZI/3KcY3YU5epk/s1600-h/Photo0296.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now time to relax&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBD1oyWvKI/AAAAAAAAAZA/NzXE5-BIopc/s1600-h/Photo0298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBD1oyWvKI/AAAAAAAAAZA/NzXE5-BIopc/s320/Photo0298.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413401340860087458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a tiring day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. That's what I did today. It was alot of fun. Hope you enjoyed looking as much as I enjoyed doing it. Toodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-2224656015069120781?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/2224656015069120781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holiday-fun.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/2224656015069120781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/2224656015069120781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holiday-fun.html' title='Happy Holiday Fun!!'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SyBFwNcoMPI/AAAAAAAAAbw/HlVxfWsgSCQ/s72-c/Photo0274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-2224371403784007275</id><published>2009-12-09T01:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T02:07:53.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>I always forget my tuesdays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Whenever things are planned on Tuesdays I always forget. Its usually because I've forgotten it is Tuesday. I don't know why. I always do though. Its lame.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so today when I took the dogs out I took Anarchy out with me. She has a new wig and this weekend she will also be getting newerish face up. I wont be changing her eyes (I LOVE her eyes) just her lips. But yeah. I really love her new wig, it really fits her. And yes, I took pictures!! Here they are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sx9lQB02AfI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Z5ViMJXl3GE/s1600-h/Photo0270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sx9lQB02AfI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Z5ViMJXl3GE/s320/Photo0270.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413156603165016562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sx9lQB02AfI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Z5ViMJXl3GE/s1600-h/Photo0270.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sx9lP_y78lI/AAAAAAAAAYw/SDCDXSK2hu4/s1600-h/Photo0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sx9lP_y78lI/AAAAAAAAAYw/SDCDXSK2hu4/s320/Photo0269.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413156602620146258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sx9lP_y78lI/AAAAAAAAAYw/SDCDXSK2hu4/s1600-h/Photo0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sx9lPnDnUgI/AAAAAAAAAYo/rhlvi-GXPIY/s1600-h/Photo0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sx9lPnDnUgI/AAAAAAAAAYo/rhlvi-GXPIY/s320/Photo0268.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413156595979211266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sx9lPnDnUgI/AAAAAAAAAYo/rhlvi-GXPIY/s1600-h/Photo0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sx9lPHHoUlI/AAAAAAAAAYg/KOW6RCBE4RE/s1600-h/Photo0266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sx9lPHHoUlI/AAAAAAAAAYg/KOW6RCBE4RE/s320/Photo0266.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413156587406119506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. Those are my pics of Anarchy. I plan to take the rest out there and do a photoshoot. It should be fun. Woo! Everyone has been getting new outfits and such lately, so I've been taking quite a few pics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, well, that's all I got. I know its short, but I'll feed you some more bloggey goodness later. Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-2224371403784007275?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/2224371403784007275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-always-forget-my-tuesdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/2224371403784007275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/2224371403784007275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-always-forget-my-tuesdays.html' title='I always forget my tuesdays...'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sx9lQB02AfI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Z5ViMJXl3GE/s72-c/Photo0270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-3882888896985235082</id><published>2009-12-02T21:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:55:24.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moulin Rouge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yazoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Final Fantasy VII Advent Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Velvet Goldmine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Howl&apos;s Moving Castle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festival of Trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>December begins.</title><content type='html'>So I'm just typing all journal-esque today. I didn't do anything today. Really. I got up early to shower (I like to get up early to shower because no one is either there or awake) I don't really know how I do it either. Get up early that is. I never set an alarm. I just think the night before "I gotta shower in the morning" and I wake up around like 9ish. I usually go to bed again afterward, but sometimes there is a movie I feel like watching that I know Mikey wont like so I'll watch it while he is still asleep. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I went back to bed. I was pretty sick yesterday, and slightly sick today. I think its just a little bit of a cold bug. One of those many things that would never affect anyone but my broken down immune system. I don't mind though. Well, not usually. This time of year I get sick rather often (not fun) but I'm pretty used to it. At least being sick so much has really put me in tune with how things are happening on my insides. That's always convenient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got up when Mikey got back from his shower, which I pretty much do everyday. Then I think I just laid in bed for a little while til Mikey went up to make food for the work day. I took the dogs out and fed them and the cat. Then sat and talked to Mikey while he made his lunch/dinner for work, then gave him a kiss bye and went down to my room, or as I like to refer to it amongst the voices, The Hole. Not in a bad way, but I think I have rodent like tendencies at times. i.e. I emerge from my hole to eat, emerge from my hole to used the bathroom, emerge from my hole, get spooked by my shadow and flee back into my hole. Leaving the world with 6 more weeks of winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that really covers my day. I've been in my hole. I get the occasional visitor (I think Mikey's parents worry about how anti-social I am) But I like quiet and calm. Rodent like I know. Maybe I was a mole in a past life or something. Who knows. I certainly don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the first thing I did in my hole (yes I'm going into detail) was turn on Howl's Moving Castle and watch about half before I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. So I took a snooze which was rudely interrupted by Little Bud thinking the boogie man was breaking in and started barking. Little jerk is lucky I love him so (even though I did momentarily kick him off the couch).  So I finished watching Howl and then turned on The Velvet Goldmine. And part way through a certain music video (its about rock stars) that shows an alien at the service of both female and male blow up dolls (for my more sensitive readers I wont go into further detail)  Mikey's mom walked in. Luckily our tv is situated so that I could stand (kinda awkwardly) so that she would not see it. Knowing this movie pretty well I knew when that part was over and sat down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After she left I thought through the movie and remembered it is rated R and for good reason. So to avoid any further awkward standing moments I changed movies and put in Moulin Rouge. Well after I put on my favorite movie I sat down and picked up the book I had gotten over the past weekend. Suddenly I'm 3/4 the way through this book and the credits for Moulin Rouge are rolling. How did that even happen?! Feeling guilty that I had paid such little attention to the movie that has brought me so much happiness I took it out of the player and turned on Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children. I LOVE this movie. Though I'm on the second time watching it, (and completely done with my book)  I'm not to tired of it. Its one of those I don't HAVE to pay attention to. Let me explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have some movies that I haven't watched yet to pick up on every silly simple thing. For instance in Moulin Rouge I can recite the whole movie including sound effects in perfect time. Its not necessarily because I watch them to much (though I'm sure that is a factor) My brain just picks everything up. I see a fire, and my brain notes how the smoke flows, how high the flames get and when, what people are saying and who says what. Its one of my favorite thing about my brain. Seeing everything. Hearing everything. Sometimes I don't even realize I'm listening to someone or something until they ask and I can recite everything they just said. I am a peculiar person I suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure everyone that has seen Advent Children (or anything containing FFVII) is thinking "Ooohhh! Cloud! I lurve him so!" Yeah, Cloud is awesome and a total BA, but I LOVE.... wait for it... Yazoo! I do. He is so odd and almost ethereal. He has a sort of feminine way about him, that I would probably find tedious in real life. But for a few hours on tv I love his weird ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ffcompendium.com/chara/7ac-yazoo-1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 248px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yazoo. He is wicked awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. So with better health on the horizon I will be heading to my mom's tomorrow, and the Festival of Trees (should 'the' be capitalized?) with Mikey's mom and sisters Friday. I think Oliver may be sneakily tagging along in my purse *insert mischievous grin here) And I think that's all for now. Well FFVII just ended (again) so I am heading over to watch another movie... or restart this one. Maybe I'll watch a little Chaplin.... Hm... Its really hard to say, but either way this blog is ending. So toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-3882888896985235082?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/3882888896985235082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/3882888896985235082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/3882888896985235082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-begins.html' title='December begins.'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-5661010477870358653</id><published>2009-11-29T23:56:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T01:19:57.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neisha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death Note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>November's last (?) Hoorah</title><content type='html'>So this week has been INSANE!!! But very productive and fun. And here is my little blog about why. Caution: Its gonna be a long one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let's start on Monday. The carpet guy came. I was all sorts of excited and I got stuff out of drawers and all that jazz. Then the guy left without finishing. Needless to say, I was annoyed. So that brings us to Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday: the guy comes back and finishes the job (WOO!!) and we start getting things moved in and pulled out of storage and Mikey starts to set up my puter, but is not able to finish before he has to go to work. Which was fine, I had a long day ahead of me anyway with lots of work to do so I did not need any computer temptations. *By the by, for anyone wondering, I've been on Mikey's computer lately. So here is the beginning of the move told via doll point of view...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNu5236dqI/AAAAAAAAAUo/4CfoNp4i3vw/s320/Photo0203.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409789517663729314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anarchy looking around the room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNu6LhxhyI/AAAAAAAAAUw/9pXFeQZW6Qg/s320/Photo0204.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409789523208013602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oliver liked the soft new carpet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNu6Y3DW3I/AAAAAAAAAU4/Nv0romMOzXM/s320/Photo0205.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409789526786923378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiona on the window ledge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNu6pcZyqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/XHKFry2KtIg/s320/Photo0206.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409789531238550178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anarchy sitting in the closet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNu69alBsI/AAAAAAAAAVI/o7mVrskrqhk/s320/Photo0207.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409789536599606978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oliver decided he would take a crack at getting my computer to work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNvFpvu4hI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/uHEpr2cby4U/s320/Photo0208.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409789720298185234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously he had no such luck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNvF5P5PwI/AAAAAAAAAVY/c85pgJXm8KA/s320/Photo0209.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409789724459613954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I decided to put them to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNvGC6E6lI/AAAAAAAAAVg/tolKSZwMaKM/s320/Photo0210.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409789727052458578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they did not do it alphabetically, so I had to redo it anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNvG42bGRI/AAAAAAAAAVw/29jNvS-6STE/s320/Photo0212.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409789741532649746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And soon it turned into "Jungle Gym Happy Fun Time"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By this time I got tired of putting them up and I just got to cleaning and organizing without any fun time.  Wednesday was just more cleaning and organizing. Very tiring, but it seems the cat liked the place for her new cat box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNvgiLZMvI/AAAAAAAAAV4/yGjENZLVqYE/s320/Photo0214.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409790182123188978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Wednesday night I made Oliver a new wig. Some of you may know about how his other wig was to small, and I've been having problems with it. So here is a picture of his newest wig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNvhNH_x8I/AAAAAAAAAWA/bf3lCZV65HI/s320/Photo0215.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409790193651664834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which brings us to Thursday. Which as most of you know was Thanksgiving. I went to my mom's (and she made delicious yams!!!) and we played New Super Mario Brothers Wii. It was super fun. And yes, I took more pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNvhTZFG-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/owkZ5K6eUQI/s320/Photo0216.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409790195333929954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom was not being photogenic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNvhimjfuI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/8U1ofZDD2qs/s320/Photo0217.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409790199416979170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and neither was Karissa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNvh4OQaQI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ME4FPON4p6s/s320/Photo0218.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409790205220645122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and Shaun was also not so inclined :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNv-Qvb4eI/AAAAAAAAAWg/fZJL29SLLA0/s320/Photo0219.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409790692838597090" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Christian gave me a funny face to remember him by :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNv-lj4WwI/AAAAAAAAAWo/P8wIVGHbCIw/s320/Photo0220.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409790698427276034" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't really see, but this is the character select screen for Super Mario Bros Wii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNv_jcDLmI/AAAAAAAAAXA/zyCv2P79rMo/s320/Photo0223.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409790715037429346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mikey. He is so serious about games :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNwOKdtToI/AAAAAAAAAXI/gaUuJMk7MLA/s320/Photo0224.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409790966031535746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dollies are on the entertainment center (You can't see them to well)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNv_GlnCvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-lD4GHqJ-TE/s320/Photo0222.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409790707292900082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sky Sky was a sleepy (or lazy) girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNv-7ICjvI/AAAAAAAAAWw/8gtX1fAWbPA/s320/Photo0221.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409790704216084210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lola and Little Bud on my mom's lap while she played Farmville. (grumpy Karissa in the background)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNwOjVvw1I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/tN2dvaNa7EM/s320/Photo0226.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409790972709028690" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christian playing with Guerin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. It was a fun time. We picked up Neisha while in Ogden as well so she could spend the weekend with us. So here is some shots from Thursday night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNwPTrRAdI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VOxOOcZJbs8/s320/Photo0231.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409790985684189650" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neisha with Taryk and Delia (her dollies)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNwPEv6IEI/AAAAAAAAAXg/NIxpKS_qN-Y/s320/Photo0233.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409790981677129794" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anarchy in her adorable new wig &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNwdJCRbbI/AAAAAAAAAX4/kQ2wsq4CHTY/s320/Photo0235.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409791223346064818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiona in her cute little outfit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNwc4oqPTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/SagBvCCmwog/s320/Photo0234.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409791218943671602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oliver in his snazzy outfit and new wig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNwOxCOP7I/AAAAAAAAAXY/5SpyI7HGeFc/s320/Photo0227.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409790976385236914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hooray cute outfits!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then Friday we needed to get the 2 storage sheds combined into 1. That was alot of work, but we got it done. Here are some pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNwdhqAFZI/AAAAAAAAAYA/GEqgDZ_A-Bk/s320/Photo0236.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409791229955151250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the stuff we needed to get in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNweCoRyaI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/zxwEXXQP1i4/s320/Photo0237.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409791238806292898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Neisha got cold and sat in the truck in the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all that was done we went to Logan and ate at A&amp;amp;W. It was pretty tastey. Then we went to the mall where we saw some interesting things. First off me and Neisha went to Fun Unlimited. Which is one of the coolest stores ever!! While we were there we encountered a very annoying person, who we have dubbed Guy: The Annoying Hot Topic Demon Baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Guy was loud and obnoxious to begin with and then he started name dropping cartoon characters. (though I did die a little inside when he mentioned Johnny) After awhile it became annoying obvious that he was trying to get our attention. So me and Neisha started the fun little avoi-dance. It was a little difficult, but we managed to keep him at bay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While doing this "dance" we went into Asian Gifts, where we found Buddha Boards. They are the coolest things and I hope to own one soon. You paint on them with water and it goes away when the water evaporates. Its pretty nifty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went to Boarders (a book store) where me and Neisha got some Pocky, and looked at Manga for a little while. I bought a book called Get Well Soon and I hope to get that read soon. After Boarders we went to Wal Mart to do a little Christmas shopping. Some stuff was bought and while we were there I found an L shirt!! I love it!! I think Mikey posted a pic on his facebook, but I will get one soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday and today was spent relaxing and watching movies (mostly Death Note :P) which was a nice change of pace after our busy last couple days. Me and Neisha played cards, and had Mikey's mom join us for a game of Scattergories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now we have taken Neisha home, and we are sitting here playing on our respective computers. It is a nice end to a fun and crazy weekend. Yep. So I hope you all had fun reading this. Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-5661010477870358653?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/5661010477870358653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/11/novembers-last-hoorah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/5661010477870358653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/5661010477870358653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/11/novembers-last-hoorah.html' title='November&apos;s last (?) Hoorah'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SxNu5236dqI/AAAAAAAAAUo/4CfoNp4i3vw/s72-c/Photo0203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-882386783558518085</id><published>2009-11-17T14:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:18:44.574-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death Note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Bud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temporary tattoos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>And further on into November</title><content type='html'>So not to much has been happening with me. Really. I made some new clothes for my dollies, put some temp tattoos on Anarchy again, and.... yeah.... I lead a boring life. But luckily I am entertaining enough to keep you coming back for more :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. So I made a video and youtube will not let me post the audio because of the copyright on the song. So I posted it on facebook (so you've seen it if you are a facebook friend). But I want to reach a wider audience with it. So I'm posting it here as well. Here it is. Enjoy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-38bf8e94846863da" 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://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D38bf8e94846863da%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331627116%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C609108ADADC3BE64D8F7E34BC2A367B5DAD38F.821367D90D091F4B9016AACFB5B2487FD4989CBE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38bf8e94846863da%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFvvnEcQQnyn4H5Y3VEdzGtJKI2M&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://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D38bf8e94846863da%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331627116%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C609108ADADC3BE64D8F7E34BC2A367B5DAD38F.821367D90D091F4B9016AACFB5B2487FD4989CBE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38bf8e94846863da%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFvvnEcQQnyn4H5Y3VEdzGtJKI2M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. That's it. I like it though. I got Little Bud a sweter since the cold weather is setting in, and he is a little bald still, though not as bad as last year. Lola only has a coat for going outside. Her coat is thick enough that she doesn't need a sweater for all the time wear like baldy does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I had a dream last night about this place I've been in before. Its like a HUGE school, or house, or church or something. I don't know what it is or why I'm there so much. I've dreamt about this place before. And each time I've gone through this locker room type place and into the older part of the building. It looks like there was a fire and that part was never refinished like the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night it started out with me being in this show in the nice part of it. I was just with this group singing, then I went and sat in the audience by my cousin Katie. After a few minutes she left and I noticed that my cousin Jayde was sittig a few rows up, so I went up and sat by her. After awhile we left to. I don't know why we left exactly, but we did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we left we went into the locker room place and into the run down part, where we found my cousin Matt eating. So we just sat down and just started talking. It was just a regular conversation. We talked about what we were all up to. For some reason my dolls were there and me and Matt talked about their tattoos and his tattoos. I showed him my tattoo (come to think of it I don't know if he has seen my tattoo.) And that was it. A simple dream, but a good one that I enjoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. So lately I've been on a big Repo kick. I think I'm going to make Anarchy an out fit like Blind Mag's. Yep. That covers future plans. Well other than my kidnapping of Neisha. Yep. Fun stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's all for now, so toodles :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-882386783558518085?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/882386783558518085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-further-on-into-november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/882386783558518085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/882386783558518085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-further-on-into-november.html' title='And further on into November'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-2993120892239131413</id><published>2009-11-02T14:20:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:51:55.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death Note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costumes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatal Frame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>Hooray for Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I made costumes for my dollies for Halloween. Woo! Here they are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oliver was L from Death Note&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Su9-8h-WKJI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0i6lUIvW8T0/s1600-h/DNote2_106_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Su9-8h-WKJI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0i6lUIvW8T0/s320/DNote2_106_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399674056617633938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Su9-8YTWcWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/a1fq5ToCCvw/s1600-h/Photo0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Su9-8YTWcWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/a1fq5ToCCvw/s320/Photo0151.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399674054021378402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Su9-8YTWcWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/a1fq5ToCCvw/s1600-h/Photo0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anarchy was Sae from Fatal Frame 2: Crimson Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Su9-71jaJkI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/AFTKGAW05mk/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Su9-71jaJkI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/AFTKGAW05mk/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399674044693489218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Su9-7tOJnPI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Ky1aVxXYaAA/s1600-h/Photo0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Su9-7tOJnPI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Ky1aVxXYaAA/s320/Photo0147.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399674042456841458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Su9-7tOJnPI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Ky1aVxXYaAA/s1600-h/Photo0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Fiona was Little Blue Riding Hood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Su9-7bb_dKI/AAAAAAAAAUA/rmgOOeQQIXU/s1600-h/Photo0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Su9-7bb_dKI/AAAAAAAAAUA/rmgOOeQQIXU/s320/Photo0148.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399674037683057826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. Nothing special, but I was happy with them. Anyway. So yeah. Feel free to comment. Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-2993120892239131413?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/2993120892239131413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/11/hooray-for-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/2993120892239131413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/2993120892239131413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/11/hooray-for-halloween.html' title='Hooray for Halloween'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Su9-8h-WKJI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0i6lUIvW8T0/s72-c/DNote2_106_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-5175423453570332634</id><published>2009-10-29T15:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:08:33.509-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sally&apos;s Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death Note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Molly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nightmare Before Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Icarus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless Self Indulgence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alesana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='montage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tim Burton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L'/><title type='text'>My videos.</title><content type='html'>I make videos. It is fun. But now I pimp them. Like crazy!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So one of the first videos I made is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gWHb1c5-aFM"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Its to a song called Icarus by Alesana. It was one of my first attempts at typography. Typography is moving type. Its also my favorite and most time consuming of the videos I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The typography that I am the most proud of so far is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kl81DTGtTLI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;. It is set to Sally's Song from Nightmare Before Christmas. This one shows my progress I think. I spent alot more time on this one, partially because it was twice as long as the last one, and the longest song I had done. Actually, I'm pretty sure its the longest I've done so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The latest typography I did is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_OGRsRgppIM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;. It is Molly by Mindless Self Indulgence. There is strong language, just so you are aware before you click. This video was unfortunately messed up when I rendered it (made it into a movie). But I think it still shows further growth and skill development. Or maybe I'm just arrogant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But while my computer is in storage I can't do typography. It can take up alot of space, and its so time consuming I probably wouldn't let Mikey on his computer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I also do montage videos. I did one for an Anime called Vampire Knight, but as of now I only have it uploaded to myspace, so I will have to show it later. But I just did one for the Japanese supernatural crime thriller Death Note. Live action, not Anime. It is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ccMEmR8hFdg&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. Opinions are welcome. That's all I have for you today. So toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-5175423453570332634?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/5175423453570332634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-videos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/5175423453570332634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/5175423453570332634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-videos.html' title='My videos.'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-5486009900908405716</id><published>2009-10-19T21:49:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:35:57.118-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peyton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime Banzai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>Anime Banzai 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So Saturday I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anime&lt;/span&gt; Banzai. It was wicked fun. Hanging out with Sherri and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Neisha&lt;/span&gt; was so awesome.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mikey went with me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;despite&lt;/span&gt; feeling sick. He is so sweet. He was a little disappointed by it, but it was really what I expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some pics!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St06jtVEQlI/AAAAAAAAATQ/fuMKIiXY80M/s1600-h/PICT0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St06jtVEQlI/AAAAAAAAATQ/fuMKIiXY80M/s320/PICT0644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394532313797509714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Neisha&lt;/span&gt; in her kitty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lolita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cosplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St06jDZQYDI/AAAAAAAAATI/J639EojyCe0/s1600-h/PICT0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St06jDZQYDI/AAAAAAAAATI/J639EojyCe0/s320/PICT0643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394532302540791858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St06jDZQYDI/AAAAAAAAATI/J639EojyCe0/s1600-h/PICT0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm so adorable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St06iOIhgXI/AAAAAAAAATA/TtFLNdT2nyg/s1600-h/PICT0626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St06iOIhgXI/AAAAAAAAATA/TtFLNdT2nyg/s320/PICT0626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394532288243532146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St06iOIhgXI/AAAAAAAAATA/TtFLNdT2nyg/s1600-h/PICT0626.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Mikey, and if you look you can see Oliver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St06hKgW4pI/AAAAAAAAAS4/OW3pM3ClLVE/s1600-h/PICT0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St06hKgW4pI/AAAAAAAAAS4/OW3pM3ClLVE/s320/PICT0624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394532270089888402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St06hKgW4pI/AAAAAAAAAS4/OW3pM3ClLVE/s1600-h/PICT0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Megan as Zero from Vampire Knight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St06gKkw_aI/AAAAAAAAASw/-RFd_DPOEm4/s1600-h/PICT0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St06gKkw_aI/AAAAAAAAASw/-RFd_DPOEm4/s320/PICT0618.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394532252928507298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Neisha&lt;/span&gt; with Delia. Both in Lolita &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cosplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St036DnvGYI/AAAAAAAAASg/b6gux1Puylg/s1600-h/PICT0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St036DnvGYI/AAAAAAAAASg/b6gux1Puylg/s320/PICT0634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394529399203633538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St036DnvGYI/AAAAAAAAASg/b6gux1Puylg/s1600-h/PICT0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of the dollies we saw there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St035vsJkJI/AAAAAAAAASY/kPCydUDnQSQ/s1600-h/PICT0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St035vsJkJI/AAAAAAAAASY/kPCydUDnQSQ/s320/PICT0627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394529393853436050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St035vsJkJI/AAAAAAAAASY/kPCydUDnQSQ/s1600-h/PICT0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Iplehouse&lt;/span&gt; Evan. He was huge!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St03431AiII/AAAAAAAAASQ/n4zkVmaK9GU/s1600-h/PICT0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St03431AiII/AAAAAAAAASQ/n4zkVmaK9GU/s320/PICT0631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394529378858207362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St03431AiII/AAAAAAAAASQ/n4zkVmaK9GU/s1600-h/PICT0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peyton, Delia, and Oliver at the Banzai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St034ePObhI/AAAAAAAAASI/EeNYlawggao/s1600-h/PICT0619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St034ePObhI/AAAAAAAAASI/EeNYlawggao/s320/PICT0619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394529371988848146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St034ePObhI/AAAAAAAAASI/EeNYlawggao/s1600-h/PICT0619.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sherri with her little girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St01haNVdcI/AAAAAAAAASA/m2teG1F71rA/s1600-h/PICT0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St01haNVdcI/AAAAAAAAASA/m2teG1F71rA/s320/PICT0642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394526776746931650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St01haNVdcI/AAAAAAAAASA/m2teG1F71rA/s1600-h/PICT0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Sherri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St01giG0jvI/AAAAAAAAAR4/zQw-VfSkuQ8/s1600-h/PICT0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St01giG0jvI/AAAAAAAAAR4/zQw-VfSkuQ8/s320/PICT0628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394526761687224050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Neisha&lt;/span&gt;. Oliver and Delia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. It was fun. I enjoyed seeing the artwork, costumes, other dolls, and just be around people that have a similar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;interest&lt;/span&gt;. There were a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;weirdos&lt;/span&gt;, and rude people. Like a girl that came over while we had our dolls out and just started man handling them. I hadn't been to concerned at first because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of people had held Oliver and had been very nice and respectful. But she just was flipping them around and being really rough. She made me very angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. All in all it was a fun time and I enjoyed myself. I'm excited for next year. And that's ll I really have to say for now. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;toodles&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/1130847234919885552-5486009900908405716?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/5486009900908405716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/10/anime-banzai-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/5486009900908405716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/5486009900908405716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/10/anime-banzai-2009.html' title='Anime Banzai 2009'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/St06jtVEQlI/AAAAAAAAATQ/fuMKIiXY80M/s72-c/PICT0644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-3578770013967331231</id><published>2009-10-13T14:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:11:46.365-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I misses da Zune!!</title><content type='html'>I miss having my music ready at hand I suppose. With technology these days its almost a nuisance to have cds. I have been suffering from lack of music. I didn't realize just how much I listened to it until it was gone. I love music. Especially mine. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just (literally just) learned how to put music on my phone and use it as a music player. Of course I don't have my whole collection ready at hand, but I'm so happy to have something again. I can just feel my spirits lifting. I love it. This phone is so wicked awesome!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. I really think that's all I have to say. I think I'll go skate. Now that I have a media player it may not be so dull by myself. By the by, anyone else skateboard? We can hang. It'd be cool. Maybe. I'm still not so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well yeah. Love you my lovelies!! Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-3578770013967331231?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/3578770013967331231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-misses-da-zune.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/3578770013967331231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/3578770013967331231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-misses-da-zune.html' title='I misses da Zune!!'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-482632293446379880</id><published>2009-10-06T15:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:23:58.261-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scare Tactics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skateboarding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Happy Autumn!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad the cold weather is kicking in. I enjoy autumn. The biggest reason I love it? The smell. I love the way Autumn smells. Plus there is Halloween, the leaves changing, the colder weather.... I really just love this time of year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm learning to skate board. I'm not good right now, but I'm learning. I'm making slow progress partially because I'm still a little nervous about being on it. But I'm trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been watching this show called Scare Tactics. It is hilarious. They take everyday people and put them in these horrible situations out of horror movies. Its pretty funny. I just watched this one where the people did the whole giving birth to the son of Satan. The girl goes "Um, can I not be here for this?" when the demon baby came out. It was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that tv is starting to show all the scary stuff. Last year it seems like they didn't start showing stuff until the end of October. I wanna have a scary movie night. Lets do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. Well that's all I got for right now. Toodles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-482632293446379880?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/482632293446379880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-autumn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/482632293446379880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/482632293446379880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-autumn.html' title='Happy Autumn!!'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-2199723292900973742</id><published>2009-09-28T22:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:28:50.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So lately...</title><content type='html'>I have been getting HORRIBLE headaches. I have been in tears nightly because of how bad my head has hurt. Its just been torture. I haven't slept or anything all week. It has not been fun for me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I went to the doctor and he gave me medicine for a sinus infection. It sucks. My head is just pounding 24/7 for the past week. Sometimes it dulls, but most of the time it is just pure agony. I'm hoping this medicine works. I really want these headaches to stop so I can just go back to feeling normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mikey has been so wonderful. He's done everything from rubbing my head, to massaging oils into my feet. I can't imagine the pain I would be in if it wasn't for him. He brings me drinks, or ice cream, he has been doing anything he can think of to help me feel better. He is so wonderful. I love him so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's really all that's been going on with me. Lots of pain, but luckily I've had my wonderful amazing husband to help me through it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-2199723292900973742?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/2199723292900973742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/2199723292900973742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/2199723292900973742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-lately.html' title='So lately...'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-936879336420672565</id><published>2009-09-16T15:44:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:06:51.872-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>This is what I do with my days....</title><content type='html'>I'll show you how to make a wig :)This is what I do with my days (mostly) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First find an assistant. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;An's&lt;/span&gt; mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdTgFfUqI/AAAAAAAAARY/AUzn-765gqI/s1600-h/Photo0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdTgFfUqI/AAAAAAAAARY/AUzn-765gqI/s320/Photo0036.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382185619296309922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then get supplies. (this is fake fur stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdTME83EI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YhWN4cA0QwM/s1600-h/Photo0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdTME83EI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YhWN4cA0QwM/s320/Photo0037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382185613925342274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdTME83EI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YhWN4cA0QwM/s1600-h/Photo0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll be using this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdSmu7vBI/AAAAAAAAARI/kD3CwDEaWGU/s1600-h/Photo0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdSmu7vBI/AAAAAAAAARI/kD3CwDEaWGU/s320/Photo0038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382185603900881938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdSmu7vBI/AAAAAAAAARI/kD3CwDEaWGU/s1600-h/Photo0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took off her other wig. (she looks like an alien)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdSW5MuaI/AAAAAAAAARA/PAd7ab80luw/s1600-h/Photo0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdSW5MuaI/AAAAAAAAARA/PAd7ab80luw/s320/Photo0039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382185599648971170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdSW5MuaI/AAAAAAAAARA/PAd7ab80luw/s1600-h/Photo0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First I measured from ear to ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdGk3_drI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/AKtwaEdq8DY/s1600-h/Photo0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdGk3_drI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/AKtwaEdq8DY/s320/Photo0040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382185397243573938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdGk3_drI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/AKtwaEdq8DY/s1600-h/Photo0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I use a comb to separate the hair where I'm cutting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdGNuCUMI/AAAAAAAAAQw/smY3WVPCWn4/s1600-h/Photo0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdGNuCUMI/AAAAAAAAAQw/smY3WVPCWn4/s320/Photo0041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382185391027802306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdGNuCUMI/AAAAAAAAAQw/smY3WVPCWn4/s1600-h/Photo0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snip snip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdF0nQPgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/H2gDH-z1hkI/s1600-h/Photo0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdF0nQPgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/H2gDH-z1hkI/s320/Photo0042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382185384288468482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdF0nQPgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/H2gDH-z1hkI/s1600-h/Photo0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Measure behind the head from ear to ear, then sew the two pieces together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdFfX4-7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/zICZGYjOyLU/s1600-h/Photo0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdFfX4-7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/zICZGYjOyLU/s320/Photo0043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382185378586885042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdFfX4-7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/zICZGYjOyLU/s1600-h/Photo0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdE_z2XmI/AAAAAAAAAQY/wnj06N5RPJM/s1600-h/Photo0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdE_z2XmI/AAAAAAAAAQY/wnj06N5RPJM/s320/Photo0044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382185370114219618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdE_z2XmI/AAAAAAAAAQY/wnj06N5RPJM/s1600-h/Photo0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And to the same to the other side, so you have a circle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFc4LMWigI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jzQ91AYUgx0/s1600-h/Photo0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFc4LMWigI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jzQ91AYUgx0/s320/Photo0045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382185149831481858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFc4LMWigI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jzQ91AYUgx0/s1600-h/Photo0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And you should have an awkward wig so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFc3kgIlaI/AAAAAAAAAQI/40NfNC5BL80/s1600-h/Photo0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFc3kgIlaI/AAAAAAAAAQI/40NfNC5BL80/s320/Photo0046.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382185139445470626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFc3kgIlaI/AAAAAAAAAQI/40NfNC5BL80/s1600-h/Photo0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Measure across the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFc3VGz9wI/AAAAAAAAAQA/JVDA7-N5Ad0/s1600-h/Photo0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFc3VGz9wI/AAAAAAAAAQA/JVDA7-N5Ad0/s320/Photo0047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382185135312729858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFc3VGz9wI/AAAAAAAAAQA/JVDA7-N5Ad0/s1600-h/Photo0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sew it together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFc2-fNlOI/AAAAAAAAAP4/71-4sYaVJ2A/s1600-h/Photo0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFc2-fNlOI/AAAAAAAAAP4/71-4sYaVJ2A/s320/Photo0048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382185129241056482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFc2-fNlOI/AAAAAAAAAP4/71-4sYaVJ2A/s1600-h/Photo0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And you'll have a smaller bald spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFc2eC9BsI/AAAAAAAAAPw/sKbsL6JnZQE/s1600-h/Photo0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFc2eC9BsI/AAAAAAAAAPw/sKbsL6JnZQE/s320/Photo0049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382185120532596418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFc2eC9BsI/AAAAAAAAAPw/sKbsL6JnZQE/s1600-h/Photo0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finish it off in the same style. And it will look like this inside out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFcniRp_CI/AAAAAAAAAPg/H0BCJUYpQdA/s1600-h/Photo0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFcniRp_CI/AAAAAAAAAPg/H0BCJUYpQdA/s320/Photo0051.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382184863969967138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFcniRp_CI/AAAAAAAAAPg/H0BCJUYpQdA/s1600-h/Photo0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFcnCR9DBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/teVqeDr2po0/s1600-h/Photo0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFcnCR9DBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/teVqeDr2po0/s320/Photo0052.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382184855381281810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFcnCR9DBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/teVqeDr2po0/s1600-h/Photo0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And you have a finished product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFcmg81OVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/BOfqqNeZvEE/s1600-h/Photo0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFcmg81OVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/BOfqqNeZvEE/s320/Photo0053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382184846434318674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFcmg81OVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/BOfqqNeZvEE/s1600-h/Photo0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFcmeyLt5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/_MuaYGS2BTg/s1600-h/Photo0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFcmeyLt5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/_MuaYGS2BTg/s320/Photo0054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382184845852784530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. That's how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uninteresting&lt;/span&gt; my life can be. Though I really like how this wig turned out.... Hm... Maybe I'll keep it on her for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. I'm excited, Sunday is my first anniversary :) I can't believe its only been a year. In a good way though. I really don't know how to explain it, but I'm very very happy with him. He makes me smile all the time. I love him... *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But enough with the mushy stuff :) I think I'll work on a new outfit for Anarchy, that hair doesn't suite that out fit. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fi&lt;/span&gt; and Oliver need new shirts. Yeah. I guess I'll get back to stitching away. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-936879336420672565?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/936879336420672565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-what-i-do-with-my-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/936879336420672565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/936879336420672565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-what-i-do-with-my-days.html' title='This is what I do with my days....'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrFdTgFfUqI/AAAAAAAAARY/AUzn-765gqI/s72-c/Photo0036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-5021988166821711661</id><published>2009-09-15T23:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:25:32.132-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wigs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>New Wigs</title><content type='html'>Only one was made by me, that would be Oliver's new wig. Its probably my favorite wig I've made so far. Anyway, Here is some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrB1iXjU63I/AAAAAAAAAOw/p51LVO71o4g/s1600-h/Photo0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrB1iXjU63I/AAAAAAAAAOw/p51LVO71o4g/s320/Photo0031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381930788005931890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrB1h9AqfxI/AAAAAAAAAOo/2hWtuC9OeEw/s1600-h/Photo0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrB1h9AqfxI/AAAAAAAAAOo/2hWtuC9OeEw/s320/Photo0030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381930780881223442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrB1hTBdpoI/AAAAAAAAAOg/n_kdrUIPtFM/s1600-h/Photo0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrB1hTBdpoI/AAAAAAAAAOg/n_kdrUIPtFM/s320/Photo0026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381930769610286722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrB1ijn9oKI/AAAAAAAAAO4/2hTFvRZ22nE/s320/Photo0032.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381930791246602402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrB1hKekD7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/C0NfLjHPAYs/s1600-h/Photo0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrB1hKekD7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/C0NfLjHPAYs/s320/Photo0025.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381930767316422578" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrB1utYuR3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/_XEM4wFoNAc/s320/Photo0033.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381931000025466738" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oliver got tired of the picture taking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, that's all I've got for you today. Just pics. Toodles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-5021988166821711661?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/5021988166821711661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-wigs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/5021988166821711661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/5021988166821711661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-wigs.html' title='New Wigs'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SrB1iXjU63I/AAAAAAAAAOw/p51LVO71o4g/s72-c/Photo0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-5683205448542679914</id><published>2009-09-14T14:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:52:19.365-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscar Wilde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maturing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorian Gray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rikki Simons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manga'/><title type='text'>My signs of aging are all over....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, don't worry, I"m still the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lovable&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;funsize&lt;/span&gt;, 12 years old looking, angry, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cynic&lt;/span&gt; I've always been, but in a more mature way. For instance someone took a really sad excuse for a stab at me the other day, and even though a million snide comments came into my head I decided to ignore it. Admittedly mostly because I know the person is a complete idiot and I really didn't want to get into some petty stupid thing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not just keeping my smart snide mouth shut though. I feel nicer. I know, right? I just don't feel like keeping up with stupid stuff that happened forever ago. There are a few people that keep holding onto stupid things around me, but I don't feel like holding onto my end. If they want to keep it up alone, then fine. They can hold it themselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But once again, though I have new found feelings of niceties, and letting go-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;eties&lt;/span&gt; I'm still crazy and mean. The world will never take that from me! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mwah&lt;/span&gt; ha ha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;. So I don't know if I mentioned already, but I found this new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;manga&lt;/span&gt; by Rikki &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Simons&lt;/span&gt;... Oh wait, I remember having this conversation. It is called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ShutterBox&lt;/span&gt;, Rikki &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Simons&lt;/span&gt; is funny and cool, I'm becoming less of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Jhonen&lt;/span&gt; fan.... If this isn't ringing bells for you folks, then read my last blog. It will all become clear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm.... Yep... So I saw 9 the other day. Christian took me to it. He's a great kid. Anyway, I really liked it. I've been seeing some reviews that have been saying it is boring and all that jazz. Maybe its just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt;  I saw the short film before I saw the new one but it was exactly what I expected. So my advice, see the short, because that's almost exactly what you'll get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I want to see Dorian Gray. I found a trailer for it online, but got so angry about the comments. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, listen. The character in League of Extraordinary Gentlemen is NOT the actual story. THIS IS NOT A SPIN OFF OF THAT. They made a movie BASED ON THE BOOK. Yes folks, there was a book. It is called The Picture of Dorian Gray (not portrait) and was written by Oscar Wilde. NOW, if you have further questions/comments feel free. At least you are somewhat educated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah... I don't think I have to much more to say. So I guess I'll just leave you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; all those fun thoughts for now. I love you all :) (see, nicer) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Toodles&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/1130847234919885552-5683205448542679914?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/5683205448542679914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-signs-of-aging-are-all-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/5683205448542679914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/5683205448542679914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-signs-of-aging-are-all-over.html' title='My signs of aging are all over....'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-8759861346312034846</id><published>2009-09-10T01:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:32:10.135-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas Sangster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blink 182'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chester French'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ShutterBox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jhonen Vazquez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Invader Zim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rikki Simons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam Lazzara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taking Back Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>Long weekend with Mikey and Blink</title><content type='html'>So Mikey took some extra days off this week to go to the Blink 182 concert, spend time with his friend from Idaho, and spend extra time with me. Not everything panned out, but I've still had a really good time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went to the Blink 182 concert on Monday. It was amazing. Taking Back Sunday and some crap band opened for them. We purposely missed said crap band, and went in while TBS was playing. They were amazing, but Adam Lazzara was kinda annoying. When they played MakeDamnSure though... Just wow. Amazing. They played Cute Without the E, and others, but those were my favorite of the set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But onto the main event. Blink 182 was so so so freaking amazing. They had me laughing, they used animations in some of the songs, they played AMAZINGLY!!! The songs I liked the most was I Miss You, which had some beautiful animations in it, and Not Now, which was just made to be played live. I also really liked Down. I didn't like the animations. Well, I liked the animations,  but not for the song. Really good. I gots a pink bracelet. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a new manga. It is called ShutterBox. I really really like it. Its about a girl that goes to a school to become a living muse. I like it so far. I want to get the next one. There's  couple other manga I wanna look into getting as well. Fun fact, ShutterBox was written by Rikki Simons!! Who knows who that is? Anyone? If you do then you get a cookie, if you don't he is the voice of GIR on Invader Zim. Speaking of Invader Zim, I think I may unfollow Jhonen Vazquez. He's to mean and bitter. Really. He needs to stop being such a... whatever. I usually like his angry bitterness, but lately he's been just down right unpleasent. But whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have indefinitely borrowed a wig from my aunt Sherri for Fiona. Hold on, here is a pic:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs268.snc1/9535_145081584602_720529602_3580948_5531591_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really really really like this wig on her. It fits her really well also, which is something that never happens with her. Also, I've come to realize that Oliver looks alot like this kid:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://content7.flixster.com/photo/31/12/52/3112529_tml.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.junkyspot.com/IMAGES/DOLLZONE/megi2_3.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 750px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mikey doesn't agree with me (by the way that is Thomas Sangster from Nanny McFee, Love Actually, and others) but I think, especially when he gives certain facial expressions, he looks like him. Funny. Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. Well I think that's all I have to say for now. So toodles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-8759861346312034846?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/8759861346312034846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-weekend-with-mikey-and-blink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/8759861346312034846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/8759861346312034846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-weekend-with-mikey-and-blink.html' title='Long weekend with Mikey and Blink'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-7377543581380011309</id><published>2009-08-21T21:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:05:11.626-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animal cruelty'/><title type='text'>I can't think of a way to discribe it...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. So I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; house for someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; birthday. I'm leaving names out because its about to get brutal. First off said birthday person's parent smokes worse than a chimney, IN THE HOUSE!!!! I mean it is one thing to smoke (still gross) but to do it in your own home with guests over. That is so rude!! But let me tell you, this person was anything but classy. Or well mannered. Or even mild mannered.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, what I got to know is where do I go to report animal cruelty? Because I've seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of it today. Said birthday person's parent (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Here forth&lt;/span&gt; known as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BPP&lt;/span&gt;) has a dog. A very nice seeming poodle. Here is the sad part:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1st: The poodle is dyed cotton candy pink. That's right. It looks like a walking cotton candy poodle. Oh wait, there's more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;: The dog is wearing a pink frilly dress. And not even a dog dress. A baby doll dress. You could tell because it did not fit the poor animal. So not only do they dress the poor thing up, they don't even use clothes that were made for a dog. Sadly, still more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;3rd: The dogs nails were painted pink. Yeah. So it was dyed pink, in a pink dress and had its nails painted pink! I'm sure that is animal cruelty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;: Also, the poor thing's name is Tabitha! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ew&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;: She fed it off people food off her plate and shared her fork with it!! That may not be animal cruelty, but is sure is disgusting. I think the terrible diet is not good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;: She has a stroller for it!! It has 2 more legs than she does!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;: It poops regularly in the bathroom, so she either doesn't take it out enough, or is running a dirty disgusting house. Actually, its both I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I can't take anymore. Reliving this is torture! Really. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;BPP&lt;/span&gt; has got to be one of the worst people I've ever met. I gotta go, I have to change out of these clothes. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;reek&lt;/span&gt; of cigarettes. Yuck. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Toodles&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/1130847234919885552-7377543581380011309?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/7377543581380011309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cant-think-of-way-to-discribe-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/7377543581380011309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/7377543581380011309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cant-think-of-way-to-discribe-it.html' title='I can&apos;t think of a way to discribe it...!'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-8173103205287280021</id><published>2009-08-17T19:25:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:04:40.434-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>Star lit children on the rocks</title><content type='html'>I took pictures. No wait, my aunt Sherri and my cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Neisha&lt;/span&gt; took pictures. Hooray!! But I spent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of time making these clothes and I am VERY VERY proud of them. So here are my pictures.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooHHlG4G0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NWtOq__VMPY/s1600-h/august2009261.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooHHlG4G0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NWtOq__VMPY/s320/august2009261.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371113332394171202" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooHHTcNMFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2X4h0VW9G6c/s1600-h/august2009263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooHHTcNMFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2X4h0VW9G6c/s320/august2009263.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371113327651795026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooHGwpiX_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/yOij_meW4tE/s1600-h/august2009259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooHGwpiX_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/yOij_meW4tE/s320/august2009259.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371113318312468466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooHGczJpeI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TVJl2EtJoAI/s1600-h/august2009258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooHGczJpeI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TVJl2EtJoAI/s320/august2009258.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371113312984081890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooHGB3WORI/AAAAAAAAANw/jJhtdQXxBUA/s1600-h/august2009256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooHGB3WORI/AAAAAAAAANw/jJhtdQXxBUA/s320/august2009256.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371113305753925906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooGJt8kEFI/AAAAAAAAANo/AJXMUfwJcZU/s1600-h/august2009251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooGJt8kEFI/AAAAAAAAANo/AJXMUfwJcZU/s320/august2009251.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371112269614944338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooGJLvfCoI/AAAAAAAAANg/OuOH2Cw5R2w/s1600-h/august2009220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooGJLvfCoI/AAAAAAAAANg/OuOH2Cw5R2w/s320/august2009220.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371112260433283714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooGI7BEZhI/AAAAAAAAANY/uQefV67f_Hc/s1600-h/august2009218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooGI7BEZhI/AAAAAAAAANY/uQefV67f_Hc/s320/august2009218.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371112255943632402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooGIVAbBzI/AAAAAAAAANQ/DLzLJDpzCuc/s1600-h/august2009215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooGIVAbBzI/AAAAAAAAANQ/DLzLJDpzCuc/s320/august2009215.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371112245740373810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooGHx4tLkI/AAAAAAAAANI/Az0D60_Ix3A/s1600-h/august2009213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooGHx4tLkI/AAAAAAAAANI/Az0D60_Ix3A/s320/august2009213.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371112236312768066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooFZ0x72gI/AAAAAAAAANA/dNw13Dcu1Ew/s1600-h/august2009182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooFZ0x72gI/AAAAAAAAANA/dNw13Dcu1Ew/s320/august2009182.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371111446815693314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooFZcWbQMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7Ivxuz888Lo/s1600-h/august2009181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooFZcWbQMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7Ivxuz888Lo/s320/august2009181.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371111440257859778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooFY5E9_DI/AAAAAAAAAMw/jCjzGUCla-k/s1600-h/august2009178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooFY5E9_DI/AAAAAAAAAMw/jCjzGUCla-k/s320/august2009178.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371111430789397554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooFYt8ncsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/msirD1HJB8k/s1600-h/august2009177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooFYt8ncsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/msirD1HJB8k/s320/august2009177.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371111427801576130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooFYJC2yOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QBKr9VwURzI/s1600-h/august2009176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooFYJC2yOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QBKr9VwURzI/s320/august2009176.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371111417895635170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooE8y0dMPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/OyNMRp_wdhk/s1600-h/august2009174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooE8y0dMPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/OyNMRp_wdhk/s320/august2009174.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371110948073189618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooE8YdDZII/AAAAAAAAAMQ/D23_KY__uRk/s1600-h/august2009158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooE8YdDZII/AAAAAAAAAMQ/D23_KY__uRk/s320/august2009158.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371110940995708034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooE8FkU1PI/AAAAAAAAAMI/j8TxmYREDms/s1600-h/august2009157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooE8FkU1PI/AAAAAAAAAMI/j8TxmYREDms/s320/august2009157.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371110935925937394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooE7ohALYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/U0mIGpWEn9k/s1600-h/august2009155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooE7ohALYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/U0mIGpWEn9k/s320/august2009155.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371110928127372674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooE7CwQ_jI/AAAAAAAAAL4/4337ZQYmOSA/s1600-h/august2009156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooE7CwQ_jI/AAAAAAAAAL4/4337ZQYmOSA/s320/august2009156.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371110917990841906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Neisha&lt;/span&gt; and Sherri for taking such good pics. If you've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;noticed&lt;/span&gt; Fiona's changed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;appearance&lt;/span&gt; that to is thanks to Sherri. She fixed Fiona's face up. I didn't know Fiona could look even more beautiful than she already was, but apparently I was wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm really really proud of their outfits. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. That's all I have for now. Love you all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-8173103205287280021?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/8173103205287280021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/08/star-lit-children-on-rocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/8173103205287280021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/8173103205287280021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/08/star-lit-children-on-rocks.html' title='Star lit children on the rocks'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SooHHlG4G0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NWtOq__VMPY/s72-c/august2009261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-4570855424599463606</id><published>2009-08-10T21:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:03:57.152-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Generation Dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tremonton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atmosfear'/><title type='text'>There is no title to this.</title><content type='html'>I can't be bothered to think of a clever title today. I'm a little sleepy or something. Anyway. I figured I'll get into what has been going on with me lately. I know I've mentioned things, but I don't think I've really gotten into things very much. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we have moved. To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tremonton&lt;/span&gt;. Its actually really really nice here. People are friendly. I haven't really made any friends or anything, but I'm thinking about getting out there. I may have a job at Movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gallery&lt;/span&gt;, which will be cool. I don't know why I wouldn't get it. I'm excited to work with movies all day. I like them. Maybe that will make me a couple friends or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People think I need to be more social, but I just kinda like being alone most of the time. I dunno. Maybe I'm to anti-social.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we are doing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Atmosfear&lt;/span&gt; party (if you have questions see the last post) And we have all the characters figured out. I will be Countess Elizabeth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bathory&lt;/span&gt; the Vampire, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Neisha&lt;/span&gt; will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Helin&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Poltergiest&lt;/span&gt;, Sherri will be Baron &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Samedi&lt;/span&gt; the Zombie, Karissa will be Khufu the Mummy, Shaun will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Gevaudan&lt;/span&gt; the Werewolf, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Neisha's&lt;/span&gt; friend (Megan I think) will be Anne De &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Chantraine&lt;/span&gt; the Witch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited. I've also figured out who my dolls will be. Fiona is being Anne De &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Chantraine&lt;/span&gt;, Oliver is being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Gevaudan&lt;/span&gt;, and Anarchy will be Baron &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Samedi&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah. We are planning one with the doll people. It should be good fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on a more current note, I am hungry. I want a moons over my hammy. Yum. Apparently I am in the mood to be sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just read a book called Generation Dead. It is way good. There is a second one coming out, or maybe already out, that I want. I really love this book, I highly recommend it. One of the characters in the book has a blog. It is called &lt;a href="http://http//mysocalledundeath.blogspot.com/2008/04/welcome.html"&gt;My So-Called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Undeath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It is interesting. I like it as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. I think that's all I have to say for now. I'm gonna finish cleaning. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Toodles&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/1130847234919885552-4570855424599463606?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/4570855424599463606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-is-no-title-to-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/4570855424599463606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/4570855424599463606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-is-no-title-to-this.html' title='There is no title to this.'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-4725154079453709535</id><published>2009-07-30T14:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:02:30.958-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D.I.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taryk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twyla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delilah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atmosfear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xochi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>The music distracts the voices so I can get stuff done</title><content type='html'>So I went with Mikey's mom and sisters the other day to Logan. We decided to go to the DI, and I wondered into the games section, and I found Nightmare!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I can hear the confusion. I have this game, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Atmosfear&lt;/span&gt;, which is the latest installment of a video board game series. The first one being Nightmare. Now that I have Nightmare I can get the booster packs, Nightmare II hosted by Baron &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Samedi&lt;/span&gt;; Nightmare III hosted by Anne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chantraine&lt;/span&gt;; and Nightmare IV hosted by Elizabeth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bathory&lt;/span&gt;. I'm so excited I could die!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday I brought Nightmare over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Neisha's&lt;/span&gt; house to play with her and her mom, my aunt Sherri. While reading the directions to make sure we knew of any differences between Nightmare and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Atmosfear&lt;/span&gt; we came across this AMAZING idea. A theme night. Oh wait, it gets better. You dress up as the character you are going to play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I think there may still be some confusion. When you play, you play as one of six characters. There is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Gevaudan&lt;/span&gt; the Werewolf; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Helin&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Poltergeist&lt;/span&gt; (who will be played by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Neisha&lt;/span&gt;); Khufu the mummy (who may be played by Shaun); Baron &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Samedi&lt;/span&gt; (who will be a baroness when played by my aunt Sherri); Anne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Chantraine&lt;/span&gt; the witch; and Elizabeth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Bathory&lt;/span&gt; the vampire (who will be played by me). So all we need to fill is the werewolf and the witch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, while over there me and Sherri switched bodies... on our dolls. An is now a little shorter, and Delilah is a little taller. Its pretty cool. Here are some pics!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Anarchy with Delia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SnINeV7Yy7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/MKCg4XmHa5A/s320/100_1382.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364364921085152178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The couples: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Taryk&lt;/span&gt; and Delia; and Fiona and Oliver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SnIOSe4p1wI/AAAAAAAAALQ/38aYkrqgiEw/s320/100_1384.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364365816842802946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The single girls: Delilah, Twyla, Anarchy, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Xochi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SnINfObVnvI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tlsZODcLLYM/s320/100_1385.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364364936251547378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Boys: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Taryk&lt;/span&gt; and Oliver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SnIOT27Z3JI/AAAAAAAAALo/L-j04ScMnI8/s320/100_1393.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364365840476658834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Xochi&lt;/span&gt;, Delilah, Twyla, Anarchy, Fiona, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Delia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SnIOTeQIdaI/AAAAAAAAALg/uDuEpeFBdZQ/s320/100_1391.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364365833852712354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SnIOUcOHltI/AAAAAAAAALw/JqN2r_6xgu0/s320/100_1394.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364365850487264978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone: Delilah (Sherri's), Twyla (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Kerian's&lt;/span&gt;), Anarchy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Taryk&lt;/span&gt; (Sherri's), Delia (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Neisha's&lt;/span&gt;) Fiona, Oliver, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Xochi&lt;/span&gt; (Sherri's)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SnINfphDcPI/AAAAAAAAALA/yaLVO8Ne3qI/s1600-h/100_1387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SnINfphDcPI/AAAAAAAAALA/yaLVO8Ne3qI/s320/100_1387.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364364943523279090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a pretty good time. We only played Nightmare. After that we were to worn out to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Atmosfear&lt;/span&gt;. Those games are exhausting. Anyway I think that's all I have to say at the mo', So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Toodles&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/1130847234919885552-4725154079453709535?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/4725154079453709535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-distracts-voices-so-i-can-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/4725154079453709535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/4725154079453709535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-distracts-voices-so-i-can-get.html' title='The music distracts the voices so I can get stuff done'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SnINeV7Yy7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/MKCg4XmHa5A/s72-c/100_1382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-1128547821762460798</id><published>2009-07-21T15:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:59:20.358-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><title type='text'>Lio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I found this comic. It ROCKS!! Read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.amuniversal.com/ups/features/lio/samples/lio090624.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 197px;" src="http://images.amuniversal.com/ups/features/lio/samples/lio090624.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.amuniversal.com/ups/features/lio/samples/lio090625.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 197px;" src="http://images.amuniversal.com/ups/features/lio/samples/lio090625.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.amuniversal.com/ups/features/lio/samples/lio090619.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 195px;" src="http://images.amuniversal.com/ups/features/lio/samples/lio090619.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He uses no words in any of them, it's a pantomime comic. I LOVE it. The Spongebob one is possibly my fav so far. Well that's all I have to share. Other than its my birthday tomorrow. Woot! I am getting two more dolls. They are on layaway for me. Also Woot!. The End. Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-1128547821762460798?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/1128547821762460798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/07/lio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/1128547821762460798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/1128547821762460798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/07/lio.html' title='Lio.'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-4130812291171803697</id><published>2009-07-13T14:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:58:51.508-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>Yes, I'm not dead. I'm sorta returning.... Bit by bit.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I took pics of my dolls the other day. Here they are. Woo. I like these pics. The lighting was really good for them. So here they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i735.photobucket.com/albums/ww353/Marstalas/100_1253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 640px;" src="http://i735.photobucket.com/albums/ww353/Marstalas/100_1253.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i735.photobucket.com/albums/ww353/Marstalas/100_1253.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Possibly my favorite picture of Fiona ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i735.photobucket.com/albums/ww353/Marstalas/100_1247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 640px;" src="http://i735.photobucket.com/albums/ww353/Marstalas/100_1247.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i735.photobucket.com/albums/ww353/Marstalas/100_1247.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i735.photobucket.com/albums/ww353/Marstalas/100_1257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://i735.photobucket.com/albums/ww353/Marstalas/100_1257.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i735.photobucket.com/albums/ww353/Marstalas/100_1257.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i735.photobucket.com/albums/ww353/Marstalas/100_1243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 640px;" src="http://i735.photobucket.com/albums/ww353/Marstalas/100_1243.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i735.photobucket.com/albums/ww353/Marstalas/100_1243.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i735.photobucket.com/albums/ww353/Marstalas/100_1241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://i735.photobucket.com/albums/ww353/Marstalas/100_1241.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. There you go. I like them alot. I think that's all I have to post for now. So yeah. Enjoy. Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-4130812291171803697?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/4130812291171803697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-im-not-dead-im-sorta-returning-bit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/4130812291171803697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/4130812291171803697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-im-not-dead-im-sorta-returning-bit.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m not dead. I&apos;m sorta returning.... Bit by bit.....'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-1016641742647098831</id><published>2009-07-06T18:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:58:15.678-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penelope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Velvet Goldmine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watchmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to Be'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Den of Angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Pattinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xbox'/><title type='text'>Hugs and Kisses</title><content type='html'>Apparently no one knows if the hugs is the X or the O. Likewise with the kisses. There is only opinion on the matter. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have moved. Its nice. I like it. We moved in with Mikey's parents so we can save some money. Which has been nice. Mikey has been less of a penny pincher these days, which has been kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been reading Wicked. Its pretty good. I haven't seen it yet, but they are making a movie out of it, and I think I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wont see it until the movie comes out. Speaking of movies I wanna see Avatar. That looks good. And there is this movie coming out with Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pattinson&lt;/span&gt; (I know... Ugh, the Twilight guy) but it looks really good. Anyway its called &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQBPAmnAlOk"&gt;How To Be&lt;/a&gt;. (Click for trailer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zune&lt;/span&gt; is crapping out. Kinda makes me bummed. I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of really good movies on there. I have &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E4blSrZvPhU"&gt;Watchmen,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iq6Lq5p9Fck"&gt;Penelope&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mr0IFabEETY"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Voices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tHk_HALSVKo"&gt;Velvet Goldmine&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I miss it. I can still watch stuff on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;xbox&lt;/span&gt;, but doing anything on it just kills it like in 5 minutes. It bums me out. Oh well. I don't got to much more. to say. For those that follow my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;photostories&lt;/span&gt; on DOA, they will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;resuming&lt;/span&gt; soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;. Well that's all I have for now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-1016641742647098831?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/1016641742647098831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/07/hugs-and-kisses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/1016641742647098831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/1016641742647098831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/07/hugs-and-kisses.html' title='Hugs and Kisses'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-2278180301834194197</id><published>2009-06-23T22:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:56:22.255-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myspace'/><title type='text'>Cleaning house...</title><content type='html'>It has come to my attention that I am not fond of some of the people in my life. I'm dropping people. Off Facebook, off myspace, off MSN, out of my phone..... I'm sick of all the crap. These people know who they are. And they can suck it. I'm tired of everyone's stupid drama. If I want to know about your pathetic life I will ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am way to cool to have this much crap. So hope you all have a nice life. Screw you guys that have made me all stressed and pissed. It's apparent that you didn't care in the first place, so I don't care anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-2278180301834194197?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/2278180301834194197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/06/cleaning-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/2278180301834194197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/2278180301834194197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/06/cleaning-house.html' title='Cleaning house...'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-3834621313480965629</id><published>2009-06-19T03:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:55:20.211-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Chemical Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Used'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marc Webb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Koneko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tremonton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AFI'/><title type='text'>Marc Webb is so freaking awesome</title><content type='html'>Hey folks. It's been a little while. There will probably be no pics this time, but you never know. I may remember things that I want to show off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;. So I haven't been doing much lately. We are moving. To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tremonton&lt;/span&gt; (did I spell that right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt; I don't care) I was VERY apprehensive about this at first. And a little upset. Me and Mikey are just over loaded with bills, and I'm more than a little fed up with living here (I can't speak for Mikey, but I'm pretty sure he feels the same way) so we are moving in with Mikey's parents (who are remodeling a room for us so we can do this. I really appreciate it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said though, at first I was not very happy. I mean, I never get to see what little friends I have here anyway, but being almost an hour away? Forget it. I have been getting along wonderfully with my mother lately as well, I really enjoy seeing her everyday, that probably wont be able to happen as easily. I'll miss seeing my sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SOO&lt;/span&gt; much. I also felt like we would be losing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of our freedom. Which I don't want either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after talking with Mikey's mom last weekend I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; better about it. I think this will be alright for me and Mikey. Our rent will be the payment for remodeling the room, which is fine. It wont be that much. I might even make a few friends. Might. If anyone strikes my fancy. (not very likely) But who knows. Maybe one day I'll take pics of my dolls, and make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; that way, or at church, or.... I dunno. How do you make friends? Personally I'm not always a big fan of meeting new people. I think I've gotten a little to comfortable in my little shell. Maybe I'll venture out. (even less likely.) I think I'll just stay who I am. I like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I'm probably the most upset about though is we have to give up Kitten. She is stupid, she chews up cords, she meows like crazy when she wants love.... But I freaking love her. She's soft, sweet, funny, and she's usually ready to cuddle. She's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tard&lt;/span&gt;, but I love the living stuffing out of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So I've been downloading Marc Webb videos for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Zune&lt;/span&gt; (which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SSOOO&lt;/span&gt; much better than an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;) and I've sort of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;re-found&lt;/span&gt; my love for his work. He's done "Sic Transit Gloria... Glory Fades"; "Ocean Avenue"; My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Chem's&lt;/span&gt; "I'm not okay"; "The Ghost Of You"; "Helena" (my favorite music video EVER!!); "I Don't Love You"; and "Teenagers".... so far. He has such an amazing eye for beauty. His videos tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt; stories. They are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;intriguing&lt;/span&gt;. He is just so amazing. I love his work!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;AFI's&lt;/span&gt; "Miss Murder"; and "Love Like Winter"; along with The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Used's&lt;/span&gt; "All That I've Got"... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. I swear I'm done. But if you haven't seen any of those videos, you should look them up. They are WAY wicked cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. I'm done. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-3834621313480965629?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/3834621313480965629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/06/marc-webb-is-so-freaking-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/3834621313480965629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/3834621313480965629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/06/marc-webb-is-so-freaking-awesome.html' title='Marc Webb is so freaking awesome'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-2119949931275959770</id><published>2009-06-12T01:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:50:53.985-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temporary tattoos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>Tattoos.</title><content type='html'>Neisha came over today, and we did tattoos on the dolls. I like them. Yes, there will be pics. Here ya go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SjIEs3ehmcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/4_DzVAlKzT0/s1600-h/100_1076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SjIEs3ehmcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/4_DzVAlKzT0/s320/100_1076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346340876494936514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SjIEsuTbCmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/OBSkWVQMHdY/s1600-h/100_1075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SjIEsuTbCmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/OBSkWVQMHdY/s320/100_1075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346340874032450146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SjIEsT-gZcI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_-1UnyDpCaw/s1600-h/100_1072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SjIEsT-gZcI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_-1UnyDpCaw/s320/100_1072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346340866965398978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SjIEVIzWMdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9NsOREK81GA/s1600-h/100_1071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SjIEVIzWMdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9NsOREK81GA/s320/100_1071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346340468828811730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SjIEUr1PBWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gjEPtMnUYRs/s1600-h/100_1069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SjIEUr1PBWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gjEPtMnUYRs/s320/100_1069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346340461052101986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anarchy's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SjIEUVoECmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OuN45qWRI2A/s1600-h/100_1082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SjIEUVoECmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OuN45qWRI2A/s320/100_1082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346340455091276386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SjIEUG0Yf9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/FTVFuQTT1IY/s1600-h/100_1080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SjIEUG0Yf9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/FTVFuQTT1IY/s320/100_1080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346340451116416978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SjIET8X4OHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iy_EJ27choI/s1600-h/100_1079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SjIET8X4OHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iy_EJ27choI/s320/100_1079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346340448312506482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they aren't the best pics. I'll probably take better ones and put them up on my myspace and/or facebook. But yeah. We had fun doing them. Neish has stuff to "paint" Fiona's, and Anarchy's nails. An's will be purple, and Fi's will be blue. I'm excited for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Good times. That's all I have to say, so toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-2119949931275959770?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/2119949931275959770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/06/tattoos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/2119949931275959770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/2119949931275959770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/06/tattoos.html' title='Tattoos.'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SjIEs3ehmcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/4_DzVAlKzT0/s72-c/100_1076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-7488888516000707880</id><published>2009-06-09T23:36:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:49:55.500-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>Anarchy has arrived!!!</title><content type='html'>Here she is. Anarchy. With pics. You know you love it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Si9HC-4bbCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eMAofHGQgXA/s1600-h/100_1055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Si9HC-4bbCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eMAofHGQgXA/s320/100_1055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345569399277055010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Goth. Its a manga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Si9HCqqsTeI/AAAAAAAAAJY/vn07iVlljPc/s1600-h/100_1053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Si9HCqqsTeI/AAAAAAAAAJY/vn07iVlljPc/s320/100_1053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345569393850732002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her cute duckie Loki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Si9HCO7qAKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cGi3Fgzsnsg/s1600-h/100_1050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Si9HCO7qAKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cGi3Fgzsnsg/s320/100_1050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345569386405691554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Fiona (Fiona got a cute new wig!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Si9HB-miDYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SxnUz8WIoPQ/s1600-h/100_1045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Si9HB-miDYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SxnUz8WIoPQ/s320/100_1045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345569382022122882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her brother Oliver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Si9HBi0uegI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Lvlyb0e9kyI/s1600-h/100_1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Si9HBi0uegI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Lvlyb0e9kyI/s320/100_1033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345569374565464578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey folks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. She is SOOO beautiful! I LOVE her. I'm so happy to have her here. She makes me smile. They are so pretty. The whole lot. I made Fiona's new wig. I like the pink tips. She's to cute. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all I have to talk about. So yeah.... I've got to put more pics up other places :) Toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-7488888516000707880?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/7488888516000707880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/06/anarchy-has-arrived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/7488888516000707880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/7488888516000707880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/06/anarchy-has-arrived.html' title='Anarchy has arrived!!!'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Si9HC-4bbCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eMAofHGQgXA/s72-c/100_1055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-6411274610551780355</id><published>2009-06-03T00:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:49:19.255-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watchmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Mighty Boosh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FYE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>Another dragging week... or two.....</title><content type='html'>So I'm getting a ton of stuff for my dolls (thanks to my mom) and my new doll (thanks to my mom) and more things for wigs (thanks to my mom, husband and siblings). My family (especially my mom) has been good for me. My birthday might as well be this month :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm so excited, I'm showing off pics of what I'm getting. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Oliver,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SiYZV8MC99I/AAAAAAAAAIw/mVJazZvrUlw/s1600-h/DSC01188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SiYZV8MC99I/AAAAAAAAAIw/mVJazZvrUlw/s320/DSC01188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342985872646272978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is getting a new pair of sneakers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.denverdoll.com/images/dollzone/blue45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 252px;" src="http://www.denverdoll.com/images/dollzone/blue45.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Fiona,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SiYZWFWdDoI/AAAAAAAAAI4/M8F6dCVygko/s1600-h/100_0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SiYZWFWdDoI/AAAAAAAAAI4/M8F6dCVygko/s320/100_0943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342985875105844866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is getting new slip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;on's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.denverdoll.com/images/dalerae/animalprints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://www.denverdoll.com/images/dalerae/animalprints.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is getting the "Copper/Gray" and the "Black/Gray"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm waiting for An,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v724/MagicWhiteLady/1001%20nights/otakuthonNdolls224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 329px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v724/MagicWhiteLady/1001%20nights/otakuthonNdolls224.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she will be getting these shoes when she gets here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.denverdoll.com/images/dollzone/zebras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 291px;" src="http://www.denverdoll.com/images/dollzone/zebras.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.denverdoll.com/images/dollzone/hidboots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 332px;" src="http://www.denverdoll.com/images/dollzone/hidboots.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super excited. They look good, and they will look good on them. I'm getting tons of stuff to make wigs. I'm excited for that as well. I really enjoy making wigs. I need to do a new photo shoot with Oliver and Fiona. Maybe I'll flip through my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zune&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow and see if anything strikes my fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who. I put in an app at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FYE&lt;/span&gt;, it'd be wicked to work there. Get discounts on movies, always know when movies are coming in, spend all day talking about movies.... movies.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I really want to watch Watchmen again. That movie was amazing. So true to the comic, it was practically panel for panel. I liked it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. Watchmen and The Mighty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Boosh&lt;/span&gt; season 1 come out the day before my birthday.... So... You know.... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Hm... You know other than that, my life has been pretty drab. I'm wicked crazy excited for An, and I super excited for new shoes. I like making wigs, and I'm excited for The Mighty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Boosh&lt;/span&gt; season 1, and Watchmen, and I hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;FYE&lt;/span&gt; is smart enough to hire me. So that's my blog in a nut shell. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-6411274610551780355?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/6411274610551780355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-dragging-week-or-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/6411274610551780355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/6411274610551780355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-dragging-week-or-two.html' title='Another dragging week... or two.....'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SiYZV8MC99I/AAAAAAAAAIw/mVJazZvrUlw/s72-c/DSC01188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-5974172870825594069</id><published>2009-06-01T21:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:47:00.417-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nilla Wafers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>Summer time clothes....</title><content type='html'>I made some summer time clothes, altered Oliver's blue wig (it looked terrible, and is now Fiona's blue wig), and made Oliver a Black/red/blue wig. Oh, you know there is gonna be pictures :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver's old wig, and Fiona's new one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SiScTWn_MsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/PgykAmSsPJI/s1600-h/100_1016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SiScTWn_MsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/PgykAmSsPJI/s320/100_1016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342566914272998082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SiScTlFER7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/rLc58UOZrc0/s1600-h/100_1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SiScTlFER7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/rLc58UOZrc0/s320/100_1017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342566918153062322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SiScT3Yb-fI/AAAAAAAAAIo/29spIYEWkgk/s1600-h/100_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SiScT3Yb-fI/AAAAAAAAAIo/29spIYEWkgk/s320/100_1015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342566923066145266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, those are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nilla&lt;/span&gt; wafers in the back. I freaking love them. They taste so yum!! I'm gonna go get some ice cream for them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Neisha&lt;/span&gt; went to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dollie&lt;/span&gt; meet. We got lost. Got on the right track. Got lost. Got on the right track. Got lost. Stayed lost. Were found, but had no clue. Stayed lost. Finally made it. 2 and a half hours. I suck. I set the freaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gps&lt;/span&gt; wrong twice. Not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after we got there we had fun. It was fun to see everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;elses&lt;/span&gt; dolls. There were some pretty impressive ones. I had loads of fun. Even with getting lost so freaking much. Hopefully some day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Neisha&lt;/span&gt; can forgive me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I really don't have to much to say. An got shipped today. I'm excited for that. I can't wait til she gets here. It might take a little while, since she is coming from Canada. Kinda a bummer. But at least I'm getting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all I've got for now. Happy June. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-5974172870825594069?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/5974172870825594069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-time-clothes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/5974172870825594069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/5974172870825594069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-time-clothes.html' title='Summer time clothes....'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SiScTWn_MsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/PgykAmSsPJI/s72-c/100_1016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-7835990380718774176</id><published>2009-05-31T02:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:45:22.691-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>Is that really them?</title><content type='html'>Yes, folks. Do not adjust your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monitor&lt;/span&gt;. Oliver and Fiona do look 100% different!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SiJE4YWK0BI/AAAAAAAAAIA/l7Q0g26v-_8/s1600-h/100_1009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SiJE4YWK0BI/AAAAAAAAAIA/l7Q0g26v-_8/s320/100_1009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341907843413626898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it?! You know what is even better? I made those wigs!! Yeah. You know what, for a reminder I'm gonna do before and after shots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SiJE4hOjfrI/AAAAAAAAAII/ecqnUmC4gik/s1600-h/100_0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SiJE4hOjfrI/AAAAAAAAAII/ecqnUmC4gik/s320/100_0969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341907845797609138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SiJE40bZFeI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2Ts6441cavU/s1600-h/100_1014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SiJE40bZFeI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2Ts6441cavU/s320/100_1014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341907850951726562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Same dolls. Just different wigs. Its crazy how much different hair can change a doll so much!! I freaking love them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;though&lt;/span&gt;. I love the wigs, I love the clothes.... Holy cow! EVERYTHING they are wearing I made!!!! Even the hair!! I rock so hard core!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, well that's all I really have to say. There is a dolly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meet up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; excited to go to, so I may be posting more pics tomorrow. Until then, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-7835990380718774176?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/7835990380718774176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-that-really-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/7835990380718774176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/7835990380718774176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-that-really-them.html' title='Is that really them?'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/SiJE4YWK0BI/AAAAAAAAAIA/l7Q0g26v-_8/s72-c/100_1009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-2694347447030831466</id><published>2009-05-27T15:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:44:48.671-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anarchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>All about Anarchy...</title><content type='html'>Its been a few days so I thought I'd post something really quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a new doll. I'm really excited for her. She is a DOC Bee/Dollzone hybrid. I'm naming her An. Short for Anarchy. She looks like a rockstar, so she needed a rockstar name. I'm excited for her. She is coming with 2 wigs, and I've ordered some fabric so I can try to make more wigs. I don't know if I'll get it figured out. I may need Neish to make them for me. (She's a little crafty-er than me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With An's name I considered alot of things. I considered Eryn, Kiah, Alchemy, and lots of others. Even with Anarchy I considered Anne, first name R, middle initial, and Key for a last name. So her name would have been Anne R. Key. But I think I like Anarchy, An for short. Let me see if I can find a pic of her really quite, one second...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Here are some pics of her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not coming with a black wig, but I plan to make one when she gets here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sh2v--CuL1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/m_WN9UfHUqY/s1600-h/Anarchy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sh2v--CuL1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/m_WN9UfHUqY/s320/Anarchy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340618229472440146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the 2 wigs I'm getting with her. I'm excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sh2v-yNPjMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/yetK5x7aFOk/s1600-h/Anarchy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sh2v-yNPjMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/yetK5x7aFOk/s320/Anarchy3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340618226295344322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sh2v_FyJU4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/rrObY9wAFzo/s1600-h/Anarchycensored+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sh2v_FyJU4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/rrObY9wAFzo/s320/Anarchycensored+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340618231550399362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so pretty. I'm really excited. I should be getting her sometime this week, or the beginning of next week. Hooray :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. That's all I have to talk about for now. Thank you mom, by the way, for buying her for me :) Yep. That's all. Toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-2694347447030831466?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/2694347447030831466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-about-anarchy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/2694347447030831466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/2694347447030831466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-about-anarchy.html' title='All about Anarchy...'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sh2v--CuL1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/m_WN9UfHUqY/s72-c/Anarchy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-4234944985715399213</id><published>2009-05-22T00:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:43:50.126-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salt Water Taffy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam Lambert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cloverfield'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asian Horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='After Dark Horrorfest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Grudge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silent Hill'/><title type='text'>Been a few days...</title><content type='html'>But I'm back. And not doing to bad. Sewing away. So I saw this show today that was called "Boy Eats Girl" about a guy that gets turned into a zombie, but he's not a full zombie, so he helps his little girlfriend and best friends get away from the other zombies. It was odd and comical. I enjoyed it. I would watch it again, but I don't think I'd buy it. Then again, movies like this have a way of growing on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched one of the After Dark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Horrorfest&lt;/span&gt; films from last year. It was call Crazy Eights. I was bored and unimpressed. The storyline was askew, and didn't make the best sense and the characters made really really stupid decisions. "Oh, there is an evil ghost thing picking us off one by one? Better split up! She doesn't get us if we're in a group. Quick everyone get out of visual from everyone else." Not impressed. There are a couple from this year that look interesting. I think I may check them out. I still have a couple from the first year, but not all of those are all that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are probably people out there that disagree with me, I do that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; with horror films. But different things scare different people. Serial killer movies don't do it for me. I usually get bored. Monster movies, I usually spend most of the time trying to find parts where the monster either looks fake or real. But I'm generally unimpressed with those (even though I did really love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cloverfield&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supernaturals are the type of horror flick I prefer. But they have to be done right. It can't just be "You made me angry and I'm back to exact revenge!" There has to be something to it. Like The Ring, She was just evil. She says so. They ask, "You don't want to hurt anyone..?" To which she replies, "But I do. And I'm sorry." I had a friend argue that she doesn't mean to hurt anyone, but if she didn't mean it she wouldn't carry on doing it after she was killed. I also like The Grudge. Yeah, I know. I really like Asian horror flicks. The Eye was really good as well. Not really scary, but it had a captivating storyline, and an interesting twist that you don't expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess simplicity can work to a horror movies advantage. Simplicity or intrigue. Maybe both. I dunno. I would say I'm no expert, but honestly I've watched so many horror films, I may just about be an expert. I really like them though. The jumps, the screeches, the screams you try to convince others had nothing to do with the cat jumping out of the locker (Silent Hill reference!!!) I definitely would rather watch them in a group then by myself, and its not just that I'm scared (if its done right I do get really scared) its that I like to talk about them, see what other people thought. Talking movies, especially horror or drama, is one of the best things ever for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. My mom bought me Changeling the other day. I'm sure I've said it on my blog already, but that show is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; wicked good!! I still highly highly recommend it. What's really wicked cool is that the whole thing is fact for fact!! They didn't add this part, and make up that part, it is 100% what happened. I hate to read "based on a true story" only to find out that there was this one part, and the whole rest of the movie was made up. But I really like Changeling. Go see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this wicked cute shirt for Oliver today. Yeah, you're gonna see a pic. Here it is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/ShZPAt1DY4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/3acH6bE0HHU/s1600-h/100_0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/ShZPAt1DY4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/3acH6bE0HHU/s320/100_0957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338541282015011714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like it. It took a little while longer than most shirts, but it was still fun to do. Making shirts for Fiona is a little harder, she has that whole curves thing. Oliver's are just straight down with sleeves. Pretty easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Adam Lambert lost. Its a shame. Mostly because he lost to Kris. Kris did not deserve it. Adam did, but in the end at least they don't own his soul. You wanna know who should have won? Danny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gokey&lt;/span&gt;. He always gave a great performance, he was never in the bottom whatever, I was disappointed to see him go. I think Adam deserved it the most, but I do not think he is American Idol material. I'm excited to see what he is gonna do. It was always such a wonderful treat to watch him week after week. I'm bummed that I don't get to see what he's going to do next for a little while. I will defiantly be buying his CD when he releases one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I bought my first bag of Salt Water Taffy of the season. I can't wait til I have some extra money to go buy more. That and watermelon are my favorite things about summer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really don't have to much more to say. At least this blog didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jip&lt;/span&gt; ya any. I talked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;!! So hooray. Eat up all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt; goodness. Savor it. And then try not to get the shakes before my next one ;p &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-4234944985715399213?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/4234944985715399213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/05/been-few-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/4234944985715399213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/4234944985715399213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/05/been-few-days.html' title='Been a few days...'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/ShZPAt1DY4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/3acH6bE0HHU/s72-c/100_0957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-3987767166316334866</id><published>2009-05-19T00:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:39:40.948-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t-shirts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Den of Angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>T-shirts may be my way to go....</title><content type='html'>I've been making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of t-shirts for Oliver, and I made a really cute one today for Fiona. Here is pics. As always your comments are welcome on the clothes. Or anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/ShJYpBPKdOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9XIZiKrZiiw/s1600-h/100_0941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/ShJYpBPKdOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9XIZiKrZiiw/s320/100_0941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337425970117375202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/ShJYpXPcFYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EPniC7ge-eY/s1600-h/100_0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/ShJYpXPcFYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EPniC7ge-eY/s320/100_0943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337425976024110466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I like the pics &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. There was a story-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; thing behind them. Its a game on a forum I go to. You put your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zune&lt;/span&gt; (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;choice&lt;/span&gt; musical device) on shuffle, then take the first song that pops up and do a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;photo shoot&lt;/span&gt; about it. I found it entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I was saying, before I was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rudely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;interrupted&lt;/span&gt; by myself, I think I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; specialize in t-shirts. I know I always think, "I wish they would make that into a t-shirt." and now I can be "They" and make the t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Not to much is going on my way. Just sewing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;away&lt;/span&gt;. I really do enjoy it. And I really do freaking love the shirts I've been making lately. Anyway. That's all I really have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;to say&lt;/span&gt; I suppose. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt; for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-3987767166316334866?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/3987767166316334866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/05/t-shirts-may-be-my-way-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/3987767166316334866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/3987767166316334866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/05/t-shirts-may-be-my-way-to-go.html' title='T-shirts may be my way to go....'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/ShJYpBPKdOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9XIZiKrZiiw/s72-c/100_0941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-8082858298053961154</id><published>2009-05-16T19:54:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:08:39.230-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neisha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>Today, Delia came to play</title><content type='html'>We had so much fun!! Check this out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver and Fiona just hung out at first....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg9xsYc8sDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/q5XPg0U_nyo/s1600-h/DSC01126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg9xsYc8sDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/q5XPg0U_nyo/s320/DSC01126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336609090749378610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Delia was busy taking glamor shots :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg9xsPx0cCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xJW3GUxahB8/s1600-h/DSC01123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg9xsPx0cCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xJW3GUxahB8/s320/DSC01123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336609088420999202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they all climbed a tree. Delia was not amused :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg9xsgBdanI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HtvaPc_4r3I/s1600-h/DSC01129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg9xsgBdanI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HtvaPc_4r3I/s320/DSC01129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336609092781566578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Oliver and Fiona went and laid in the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg9xs4WYRXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ul-lmNQ6jnI/s1600-h/DSC01149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg9xs4WYRXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ul-lmNQ6jnI/s320/DSC01149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336609099311760754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shhhh&lt;/span&gt;.... Don't tell her we are sneaking off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg9xs7fhtOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/y0RW5C4fTRQ/s1600-h/DSC01151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg9xs7fhtOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/y0RW5C4fTRQ/s320/DSC01151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336609100155434210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in thought.... (I love this picture of Delia!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg91UWHX8VI/AAAAAAAAAGI/PGDHlYQX4j4/s1600-h/DSC01163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg91UWHX8VI/AAAAAAAAAGI/PGDHlYQX4j4/s320/DSC01163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336613075851669842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... Were did they get off to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg91UX6MUII/AAAAAAAAAGA/hN8ZAmYCqiY/s1600-h/DSC01157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg91UX6MUII/AAAAAAAAAGA/hN8ZAmYCqiY/s320/DSC01157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336613076333252738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg91UvCX1bI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tDzq8XOKC9w/s1600-h/DSC01166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg91UvCX1bI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tDzq8XOKC9w/s320/DSC01166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336613082541577650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah ha!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg91U1-4EXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wNKQ4OmwdNU/s1600-h/DSC01170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg91U1-4EXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wNKQ4OmwdNU/s320/DSC01170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336613084405961074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is no time for canoodling. It is time for.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg91VDF7Q9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/wwmchb80tTs/s1600-h/DSC01171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg91VDF7Q9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/wwmchb80tTs/s320/DSC01171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336613087925191634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Dog piles!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg940nQTVGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/N66EgnD-6WE/s1600-h/DSC01174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg940nQTVGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/N66EgnD-6WE/s320/DSC01174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336616928743216226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg940-9hMKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k14pPi47Kag/s1600-h/DSC01175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg940-9hMKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k14pPi47Kag/s320/DSC01175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336616935106883746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneaky Oliver....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg941OUXaiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zI09ULrjDh0/s1600-h/DSC01177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg941OUXaiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zI09ULrjDh0/s320/DSC01177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336616939229243938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sneaky Fiona....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg941GBHXAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/c7voQLbWyCI/s1600-h/DSC01178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg941GBHXAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/c7voQLbWyCI/s320/DSC01178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336616937001016322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, sweet sweet revenge :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg941U6IYvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gsyqYiqDGJY/s1600-h/DSC01183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg941U6IYvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gsyqYiqDGJY/s320/DSC01183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336616940998255346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. We had so much fun playing with Oliver, Fiona, and Delia. It was great to make clothes and take pics with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Neish&lt;/span&gt;. It makes me even more excited for my other girl to get here. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;EEE&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. So that's all that really happened with me today. Hope you enjoyed looking at these pics almost as much as I enjoyed taking them :D Toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-8082858298053961154?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/8082858298053961154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-delia-came-to-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/8082858298053961154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/8082858298053961154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-delia-came-to-play.html' title='Today, Delia came to play'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sg9xsYc8sDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/q5XPg0U_nyo/s72-c/DSC01126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-5959557537374808637</id><published>2009-05-15T01:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:07:49.642-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ghost of Mae Nak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Tale of Two Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asian Horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Tribe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Mighty Boosh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam Lambert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiona'/><title type='text'>Yeah, Its been awhile...</title><content type='html'>But now I'm back. From outer space. And by that I mean I space out alot. So yeah. Good times. I had fun making a quiz about myself. If you have facebook you should check it. Yep. It was fun. My husband just saw Blink 182 in their first live performance in... like 6 years I think...? I could be wrong, and if I am he may correct me. Hooray for Blink being back together! They are pretty wicked cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a little Adam Lambert news for you baby birds, he has made it to the top 2! I think he will win. I didn't realize how much I wanted him to win until he was in the bottom 2 the other week. Suddenly the claws came out for me. It was crazy. So I hope he does well. I may be having a celebration dinner with my mum next week if he does win it. Adam for the win!!! Woot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. So there is this show called The Tribe. I get addicted to it off and on. I mostly watch the season with the whole Salene and Pride love story part. But watching older episodes I'm really starting to love the whole Bray and Amber love story part. Yeah. I'm all into it right now. Its almost embarrassing though. And if you look up the show you'll see why. But be careful. You may get drawn in. Its like a drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to watch The Mighty Boosh so much lately, but I gotta know what happens next. Sadly though, I do mostly know what happens. I just gotta keep watching The Tribe. Its sad. I did finally see a new Korean horror flick. This one was called A Tale Of Two Sisters. I really enjoyed it. I think I will go find it. It was so weird, and really really sad. I liked it though. I started watching another one called The Ghost Of Mae Nak, but it was SOOO dumb. The effects were terrible, which I can forgive usually, but the script!! UGH!!! Horrible. All the conversation was dull and awkward. Not real at all. Its hard to get into a movie when the people seem weirded out when delivering lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some new pants for Oliver and Fiona. Well, am making some new pants technically. I think I messed up my sewing machine!! I have no clue what happened, but everything is being weird on it now. Its a little frustrating. Maybe I should read the manual. Maybe. Or I can just keep trial and error-ing it. Either way. I guess I'll figure something out. I'm sad that it is broke though. I love sewing on it. Its fun fast and easy. Like my sister!! Ha ha! I hope you read this Karissa :) You know I love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a thing to make shoes and I made some for Fiona, so she FINALLY has something on her feet. I think they aren't bad looking. I found a thread on the site that looks like an interesting idea for taking photos, and I may try it out. I don't know how good I am at photo taking though. I don't' think my photos turn out so well. Oh well. I guess you live and you learn as the saying goes. Or is that only a song? Either way my point gets across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. So the nub and just... I am addicted to The Tribe, I'm craving The Mighty Boosh, I am gonna fiddle with, and hopefully fix my sewing machine, My sister is easy ( :P ), and I am gonna work on taking photos. Yep. That's the current me in a nutshell. PS. Nutshells are uncomfortable. Toodles :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-5959557537374808637?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/5959557537374808637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/05/yeah-its-been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/5959557537374808637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/5959557537374808637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/05/yeah-its-been-awhile.html' title='Yeah, Its been awhile...'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-7648731571986345727</id><published>2009-05-08T22:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:04:19.388-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reboot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Mighty Boosh'/><title type='text'>Hello folks.</title><content type='html'>How's it going? Yeah, I'm not really interested. I ask that as a formality. You all come here to find out about me. Because I amaze you and you can not understand how I can keep up this awesomeness. So, as though hypnotized, you return. Day after day to study the enigma that is me. I don't blame you. I wonder myself how so much awesomeness can be packed into such an adorable little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;package&lt;/span&gt;. Really not fair in some ways. Amazing looks, wicked personality.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough about me. I come here today for only a few reasons. 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ReBoot&lt;/span&gt;. 2 The Mighty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Boosh&lt;/span&gt;. Don't worry Mikey, I'll let you know when that part comes so you can stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But onto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ReBoot&lt;/span&gt;. I loved this show as a child, so I sought it out. Well I have now watched every episode, and I have an opinion. The first season, fun. Really good at setting the whole thing up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Establishing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;relationships&lt;/span&gt; and personalities really well. Though it does get silly. But it was a kid's show. What can one expect. Season 2 set up the story line for the 3rd. Both really really good seasons. Those 2 alone are worth the watch. Very cool. But then the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; season came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first, like half was pretty entertaining. But the second was predictable and really kinda annoying at parts. I was really not impressed, and I think the biggest problem was Bob's voice changing. Bob is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Guardian&lt;/span&gt; (Pretty self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;explanatory&lt;/span&gt; title) and in the first 3 seasons he had a kind, but firm voice, and that kinda is how is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt; is, but in the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; he suddenly gets a deep gruff voice, that does NOT suite him at all. You can tell a couple other voices change, like Matrix, and Dot. I think Mouses does as well, but not as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dramatically&lt;/span&gt;. All their voices at least fit them. But not Bob's. And Bob being my favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt;, this bothered me deeply. And I think that made it so I couldn't get into the show as much as the other seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a fun recap of season 2 and 3-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hr0JUP6ZisQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hr0JUP6ZisQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. The Mighty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Boosh&lt;/span&gt;. I love this show. It is kinda sad to watch it on my own though. Mikey doesn't enjoy it, and I really don't see much of my other friends anymore these days. Maybe I should get new friends. But I digress. I really like it. It is about Vince &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Noir&lt;/span&gt; (Noel Fielding. If you've been paying attention I've been talking about him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; lately.) and Howard Moon (Julian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Barratt&lt;/span&gt;). There is no set plot, or storyline, just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of silliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every episode they randomly break into song. Or crimps. Well, crimps are on like every episode. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, I wish other people watched it, so we could make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;references&lt;/span&gt; together. And chuckle at the funniness that is Vince and Howard. Plus Vince is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a clip!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9IjGNJPNyzU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9IjGNJPNyzU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my favorite song so far. They are making a movie that should come out in like 2010 or 2011. I'm wicked excited. I'll go see it if it comes to the US. But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I guess that's all I have to say at the mo'. So I'll leave you with those fun clip and entertainment. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-7648731571986345727?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/7648731571986345727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-folks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/7648731571986345727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/7648731571986345727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-folks.html' title='Hello folks.'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-2681601043542639384</id><published>2009-05-07T02:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:03:14.183-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing machine'/><title type='text'>Hooray, me again!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. So here we are on another fun filled day. I learned to use my sewing machine and was even given some thread to use in it. I'm making everyone ("everyone" being each one of my dolls) more sock &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoodies&lt;/span&gt;. Oliver's will be red and black, Fiona's will be pink and black, and .... I think I may go with Eryn.... well anyway, hers will be white and black. I'm excited to see how they turn out. Yeah, its a little lame to dress them similar I'm sure, but I don't care. I think they will look cute. They all have a similar style anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway. How I learned to sew. By &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shaylin&lt;/span&gt;. Well Mikey's mom wanted us to go to church as her birthday gift this year. I was VERY apprehensive, as I tend to get social anxiety. I'm really surprised everyone is surprised by hearing this. I'm always very quite and uppity with new people. I have a hard time, but I really don't know why. People always love me in the end, but I get so worked up before hand. So (back to the point) going to church was a very terrifying idea for me. The whole night before I was very upset to the point were I cried a couple times. I stressed about wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of black, having my funky hair cut, having multiple piercings..... all that stuff I assumed would make them not like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Sunday finally came. I got dressed in a black skirt (the only skirt I own) and a shirt that was a similar color to my hair (which had me worked up, because I don't wear light colored shirts very often) I felt very out of my element and I felt like I didn't look like me. Which did not help with my upset-ed-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; at this point. I kept myself calm by putting on this big jacket of Mikey's. I felt a little more like myself with it, and not like some stranger. (I kept the stupid jacket on the entire time. It got HOT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there we sat in the main meeting house and just kinda chilled. The bishop came over and talked to us. I sorta told him who my grandma was (she was very active in the church when she lived here) and by sorta I mean it was told and I confirmed. I did very little speaking, other than "Yes" "No" "My grandma" "My dad is Mark" and that about covers every conversation. (At least on my part.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was testimony day. So really nothing to eventful happened. But while in Relief Society they talked about how the activity this week was sewing. How we could bring our own projects or do humanitarian projects, or whatever. I thought "Well I just sit around by myself most days and sew, maybe I should go to this thing. Get myself out of the house before I become a hermit of some sort."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that day came today. I found out the when and where, and having a slight panic attack, I went. I wondered around for a little while. Not knowing anyone or anything about the building I got a little lost. So I sat in the foyer for about 5 minutes, then hoped there would be enough people in the meeting area, that I could figure out where they were. I poked my head in to where I heard some ladies talking and was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;relieved&lt;/span&gt; to see a (sorta) familiar face. I went in and they sat me down and I started chit chatting. At first I was pretty quite, that's kinda how I roll, but I had only brought stuff to sew for Oliver and Fiona, so I brought them out of there bag. They were a big hit. Everyone loved them and talked about how beautiful they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I know quite a bit about them I was able to actually have some conversations. When I brought up that my occupation is pretty much just sewing for them, they asked if I used a sewing machine. I explained that I had one, but had no clue as to how to operate it. So they had me go pick it up, then sat down with me, and taught me how to thread it, what to do if it got stuck and other things. Then at the end of the fun time I asked if the lady wanted her thread back. She said no, and asked me what other colors I needed. I told her I have no colors for it at all. So she gave me all that she had brought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so impressed and sorta surprised at how fast they were just wiling to be nice and be my friend. I have never been to a ward where people were so kind and giving right off the bat. I am so excited to maybe have some friends around me or something. I may keep going to church. I mean, it can't hurt anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am sewing on a machine, and I am like a machine!! I made 2 pairs of jeans, and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt;, in about 4 hours-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. I must say I really appreciate their kindness and generosity. Well that's all I have for today. I love you all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-2681601043542639384?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/2681601043542639384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/05/hooray-me-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/2681601043542639384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/2681601043542639384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/05/hooray-me-again.html' title='Hooray, me again!!'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-1675048226701157647</id><published>2009-05-03T23:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:00:32.340-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sock hoodies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>What's up with me today....</title><content type='html'>Well lately things have not been great, but they have also not been bad. Mikey got his car registered, and now we just need to get mine done, Luckily is shouldn't cost as much as last year, unless there is a problem I don't know about. I really really hope not. *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been making clothes, and even though nothing has sold I'm pretty confident that things will sell. Me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Neish&lt;/span&gt; redid our thread yesterday, and I think it looks really nice and (hopefully) a little more buyer friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things with my house are pissing me off like crazy. Most of you know what's up, and since I'm not getting into it here for certain reasons, those that don't know I guess don't get to know. The nub and just though is that I have a job, or at least I have something going that will make money, Mikey has a job. We are the only ones paying bills. We are the only ones buying food. And we are always getting bitched out about stuff that is not our doing. Like when bills don't get paid, yet we are the only ones paying. There is a bunch of other stupid crap, but I'm really not in the mood to get into it at the mo'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I made sock &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoodies&lt;/span&gt;!! They are wicked cute. Here is a pic of some of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sf6Hx1iK82I/AAAAAAAAAEo/m929OMoWXlA/s1600-h/DSC01106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sf6Hx1iK82I/AAAAAAAAAEo/m929OMoWXlA/s320/DSC01106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331848299106988898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sf6HyVkYRUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BwGK6DB1tq4/s1600-h/DSC01107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sf6HyVkYRUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BwGK6DB1tq4/s320/DSC01107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331848307706185026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sf6Hy0bylVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/gIJEK65IKAE/s1600-h/DSC01108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sf6Hy0bylVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/gIJEK65IKAE/s320/DSC01108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331848315991659858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sf6Hy6kd4eI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6hQiw3eiees/s1600-h/DSC01109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sf6Hy6kd4eI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6hQiw3eiees/s320/DSC01109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331848317638664674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sf6HzJ1aU3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/r8pXeEdm414/s1600-h/DSC01110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sf6HzJ1aU3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/r8pXeEdm414/s320/DSC01110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331848321736266610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sf6ILIlNO6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/hTkEpWT9OSo/s1600-h/DSC01111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sf6ILIlNO6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/hTkEpWT9OSo/s320/DSC01111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331848733716724642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt; sucks balls. So you don't get the full effect. I'll try to take better ones. I like them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm a little angry with someone at the moment. Someone had a celebration recently. A friend tried to arrange a celebratory dinner, but Someone is difficult to get to. It takes money and gas, stuff not everyone has. Someone is going to be even harder to access soon, and is angry that no one could make it to the celebratory dinner for lack of funds or scheduling problems, or gas/car problems. But Someone is acting like a 2 year old and acting like no one wanted to go. In my opinion Someone needs to get over themselves and be glad that we all tried. Yeah it fell through, but that happens and Someone needs to not be so damn petty and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;whiny&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. I'm done venting on that. So yeah. I have these cute ideas for more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hoodies&lt;/span&gt;, I'm so super excited!! I really liked making them. I'm not sure when I'll be getting my doll, but I think I may name her either Eryn, or Kiah. (that's K I A, not Key A) But I dunno. I think I'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; decide on a name when she gets here. I kinda like Roan also. Hm. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think that's all for now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-1675048226701157647?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/1675048226701157647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-up-with-me-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/1675048226701157647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/1675048226701157647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-up-with-me-today.html' title='What&apos;s up with me today....'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/Sf6Hx1iK82I/AAAAAAAAAEo/m929OMoWXlA/s72-c/DSC01106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-754336696715658208</id><published>2009-04-30T01:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:22:21.642-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Mighty Boosh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>I hate money :(</title><content type='html'>So today I found a super cute pattern and started sewing it, only to have to slap my head in annoyance because I have used up my black thread in previous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;endeavors&lt;/span&gt;. Kinda annoying. But I am pressing on. I am making jeans, t-shirts, and other random things that I can just kinda quickly sew up. I'm redoing my post with my clothes (which has 200 views) and hoping it will make it look more inviting to buy stuff. Then, once I have the moneys I will stock up hard core on black thread. I use it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'll be finishing paying my new doll off within the week (I've probably already mentioned that, but if you have a problem go read another blog.) I have a few name ideas, but nothing really set in stone. I think that will wait until I actually have her. Its exciting to get a new girl with a different body. I'm excited for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a similar note &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Neisha&lt;/span&gt; has gotten her doll put on hold and we are both crossing our fingers that she will be able to get her soon. She is really pretty, and has very nice skin color. I'm a fan. I was actually considering that doll at one point. I'm glad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Neish&lt;/span&gt; found her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Lets see. Nothing else really. Stuff I'm looking forward to is the doll show next weekend, Warped Tour in the summer, my birthday, The Mighty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Boosh&lt;/span&gt; finally on DVD in the US..... I think that covers everything for me right now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-754336696715658208?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/754336696715658208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/754336696715658208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/754336696715658208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-money.html' title='I hate money :('/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-6129371049912806570</id><published>2009-04-29T02:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:21:00.343-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam Lambert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>Hi everyone.</title><content type='html'>So today was pretty chill. Nothing to exciting happened. My mom gave me money towards my doll, and I should be getting her next week. I'm super excited. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Neisha&lt;/span&gt; may be getting her doll soon as well. I hope so. Hers is really pretty also. I'm excited to see her in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really dolls are all that's happening right now with me. I've been slacking a little on making clothes, but I'm gonna get on it better. Our Kitten escaped today. She is back now. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;concerned&lt;/span&gt; for a little while though. As big of a pain as she is (and she is a HUGE pain) I love her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. Probably why I keep fighting for her. I would hate for something bad to happen to her. I just hope we don't have baby kittens anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't think I have to much to say. Adam Lambert did a smash job... again! My mom thinks he may win it. I am excited for him. Either way, it seems he has a good career ahead of him. I think I am gonna try out for it next year. Me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lolli&lt;/span&gt;. Its exciting, scary, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;surreal&lt;/span&gt; to think I may actually do it. I might as well though. What's the worst they can say? No. Then oh well. At least I gave singing a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think that's all I have for now. I love you all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-6129371049912806570?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/6129371049912806570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/6129371049912806570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/6129371049912806570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-everyone.html' title='Hi everyone.'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-6866864533519175412</id><published>2009-04-27T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:35:09.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for new friends.</title><content type='html'>I have a new friend. Her name is technically Sarah, but I like to call her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lolli&lt;/span&gt;. I met her because Mikey gets on this "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stickam&lt;/span&gt;" thing with x96, and started talking to people. I am not as social so I never bothered with it. So last night I got bored and hijacked Mikey's computer. Jokingly at first, but he didn't care, so I officially hijacked it for the night (we were at Mikey's parents &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; is why I was not just on my own computer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the misted of looking at what my doll clothes are doing I decided to sign up for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stickam&lt;/span&gt; thing Mikey is always talking about. (I so love my husband :)  )  In the process of getting set up and starting to talk to people I started talking to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lolli&lt;/span&gt;. We were instant friends, and are talking constantly now. I freaking love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lolli&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm so glad my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hubbin&lt;/span&gt; talked me into getting on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;stickam&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-6866864533519175412?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/6866864533519175412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/04/hooray-for-new-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/6866864533519175412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/6866864533519175412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/04/hooray-for-new-friends.html' title='Hooray for new friends.'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-4571065698821339248</id><published>2009-04-25T02:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:59:34.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick.... again.</title><content type='html'>I truly hate it. I get sick all the time. I hate being sick and weak and tired all the God damn time!!!! I'm tired of it!! I can't do anything because I'm so pathetically sick. I just hate being me so much. I don't do anything all day because all I want to do is sleep because I'm exhausted. No one wants those stupid damn clothes. I don't do anything to contribute. I'm lazy and sick all the stupid time. I'm just so frustrated with myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-4571065698821339248?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/4571065698821339248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/4571065698821339248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/04/sick-again.html' title='Sick.... again.'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-8403411195612911686</id><published>2009-04-24T01:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:58:18.605-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>Hooray!! Tastey blog goodness!!!</title><content type='html'>Good news everyone. I'm writing a new blog!! And by now, you are reading it. Congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I may be getting another doll here soon. My mom said she may buy this one that someone is selling for me instead of buying some fancy clothes for Oliver and Fiona. I am putting up stuff I made for sale tonight as well, so I hope people will give it a look and I can get selling stuff and make a career out of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have to much to say tonight, and this time I mean it. I found a couple dolls I'd actually really like to get. But I don't have the money for them. Maybe if I get selling these clothes. I need to get on it. I'm excited to see if my clothes take off. It would be fun to see people enjoying my designs. I think my clothes look pretty good. Maybe I'm wrong, but I don't think i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all I have to say for now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-8403411195612911686?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/8403411195612911686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/04/hooray-tastey-blog-goodness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/8403411195612911686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/8403411195612911686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/04/hooray-tastey-blog-goodness.html' title='Hooray!! Tastey blog goodness!!!'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-9127167991451404541</id><published>2009-04-21T02:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:57:33.362-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wendy&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reboot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noel Fielding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russell Brand'/><title type='text'>I don't think I have much to say....</title><content type='html'>But sometimes I say that, and I end up with these crazy blogs about... Well actually nothing for the most part. But what is odd is that alot of the time I just type as words come to my head, so reading these gives you a taste of what it would be like if you lived in my brain. We would both find it odd. You would find it an odd place to live, and I would find it odd that there was a little person living in my head. Though I would just shrug and go on, and you may be traumatized in the end. But what are you gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not much happened today. I took a nap, went to Wendy's, and sat on the computer watching Noel Fielding vids all day. He is really brilliant. And freaking hilarious. Neish, you'll have to remind me about this video I found. It has Noel and Russel Brand in it. HILARIOUS!!! I died laughing. Maybe we can hang this weekend and you can watch it with me and enjoy all the Noel/Russel goodieness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Well enough of my public conversation to Neisha. (check out her blog: lunacyyy.blogspot.com) I've been watching ReBoot also. I really do enjoy that show, but I think I enjoy the later seasons over the first. I think alot of it is because the animation got better, and they didn't' have as many silly kid lines. The show kinda grew up so to speak. I watched a making of type video, all the horrible 90's fashion and such almost killed me. It was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't think I have to much more to say. I guess I'll be off for now. Toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1130847234919885552-9127167991451404541?l=marstalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/feeds/9127167991451404541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-think-i-have-much-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/9127167991451404541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1130847234919885552/posts/default/9127167991451404541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marstalas.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-think-i-have-much-to-say.html' title='I don&apos;t think I have much to say....'/><author><name>Marstalas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00481575026845712001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zK2oJ3XpBqA/TBcTK5l_w0I/AAAAAAAAApE/SsRZzM1dcIY/S220/2010-06-14+18.09.04-picsay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1130847234919885552.post-8701497844947183248</id><published>2009-04-18T22:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:51:28.402-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graywhale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Mighty Boosh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Across the Universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FYE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ball Jointed Dolls'/><title type='text'>Emo's birthday, Woo!</title><content type='html'>So today was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Emo's&lt;/span&gt; (Amber for those of you who don't know) birthday pizza party. It was loads of fun. I brought Oliver and Fiona out of hiding. People seemed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weirded&lt;/span&gt;
