<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15371709</id><updated>2011-12-03T15:01:50.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TZone</title><subtitle type='html'>Well, this is the place where I project my crazy mind's ideas. Watch out, 'cause I might throw something really bothersome at you!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16099758906239675149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/PIC_0032.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15371709.post-8694823963878478497</id><published>2011-02-04T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T20:19:19.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, yeah. Stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;So, here's an update on why I haven't been updating my blog at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's simple, really, and stupid; I forgot that I actually had another gmail account, and this automatically connected to the one with the lame name instead of my more-actively-used one with the cool name - well, I find it cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...let's see... don't really have anything witty at the moment, so this is pretty much just an update post. By the way, I'm studying German. Which is cool, and fun, and I enjoy it immensely.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I like my teacher. She's a nice lady. Her name is Frau Dikkenburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do so good with my schooling last year, but I hope to keep ahead of the class this time, so I don't fail and might actually graduate - or at least not have a million credits to catch up. Seriously, that's harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you who kept asking why my blog wasn't being updated, well, now you know. I might actually update it more, since I can't access DA to blog there like I USED to do. *big frown*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bis später!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15371709-8694823963878478497?l=teresamh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/feeds/8694823963878478497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15371709&amp;postID=8694823963878478497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/8694823963878478497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/8694823963878478497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-yeah-stuff.html' title='So, yeah. Stuff.'/><author><name>The Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16099758906239675149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/PIC_0032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15371709.post-6584280088611012103</id><published>2007-11-05T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T11:44:04.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmm, Dinner!</title><content type='html'>Okay, that has nothing at all to do with my post, actually.&lt;br /&gt;But, I am hungry. *eyes lunch box*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons I haven't been posting are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I've been busy with RL and my stories and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;2) I forgot my password and user-name.&lt;br /&gt;3) I've actually been looking for a job of some kind.&lt;br /&gt;4) Uhm...I had something, but I lost it. I'll find it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! Those are my reasons, and I know they're no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;I'll make up for all the missed time later. ^^ I don't have time before class.&lt;br /&gt;Heck, You may have to wait a day...or two. Very busy, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah! That's what's been up, and I hope no one hates me! 'BYE! *wavies and runs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15371709-6584280088611012103?l=teresamh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/feeds/6584280088611012103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15371709&amp;postID=6584280088611012103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/6584280088611012103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/6584280088611012103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/2007/11/mmmmm-dinner.html' title='Mmmmm, Dinner!'/><author><name>The Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16099758906239675149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/PIC_0032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15371709.post-115815850666863451</id><published>2006-09-13T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T17:43:22.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The red and white Hypocrite.</title><content type='html'>Not sure if Pedro saw the last one, but here's another for him to view. As well as all of my readers. This is another Seminary-related story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6:13 a.m. today, I was picked up by the Jedidis, and taken to Seminary. On the way, I saw that "Jesus cares about you" sign that I always do. Only, today, I saw it change right before my eyes and instead say "HYPOCRITE." I'll admit, I was surprised, but figured it was my imagination. When I blinked, it was gone. I left it out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoewever, when I got to the building, I entered class to find them &lt;em&gt;attempting&lt;/em&gt; to bake a cake without the intructions. They ended up putting the egg-shells in the cake pan, so we got egg-shells in the cake. We didn't eat it, it was also too salty and was never baked.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, cake aside, on the blackboard, she had written "Doctrine + Covenants," since we were talking about them being our "recipe of the future" or something like that. Corny-sounding to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when I looked at those words in the blackboard, I saw "HYPOCRITE" at first. When more was written, they were "HYPOCRITE" before they changed to what they were supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oddest thing about these, and what scared me most, besides them being different at first, was how everytime I saw the word, on the sign and the blackboard, I saw them flashing red and white, blazing lights, like fire.  It scared me, and I felt cold inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left with the others quickly, trying not to think about it, but when I got in Sister Jedidi's car, her turn-signal starting whispering "Hypocrite, Hypocrite" over and over and over. I quickly asked her to turn on some music and I didn't hear it any longer, as she'd turned.I sang with a few of the songs, but I couldn't get this out of my head. Why was this happening? In class, I had the urge to draw a self-portrait of me holding the Bible, reading it, but chains were wrapped around my arms, pulling me down to Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was a creepy story to tell and I'm glad I got that weight of my chest. Let's see...what. we're out of time? Darn. I was going to tell you about how I got a new bunnie and play out her life-style. Her name is Queen Andrea Leia Cleopatra's Foot. Guess who named her? You guessed right. Becca. We call my little bunny "Drea" for short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15371709-115815850666863451?l=teresamh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/feeds/115815850666863451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15371709&amp;postID=115815850666863451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/115815850666863451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/115815850666863451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/2006/09/red-and-white-hypocrite.html' title='The red and white Hypocrite.'/><author><name>The Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16099758906239675149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/PIC_0032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15371709.post-115777740974823952</id><published>2006-09-08T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T05:17:35.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, haven't posted since May 21st. m'o'm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Guess I better do a post before Pedro goes bald! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my friend's hair aside, how-dee-doo! It's been a while since I met you!&lt;br /&gt;Let's drink to our acquaintanceship, and watch the sun set and the moon rise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;Now, what should I write about?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any continuation for that Sonic/Macross 7 fanfic, but I'm thinking of it.&lt;br /&gt;All of my roleplays keep getting in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already told you about my characters, (well, some of them at least), so you don't need to hear about that again...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...I had an idea, but...what was it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;OH YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to tell you about our cats! For this time, I'll tell you about...Shiro. Let's do this story-book format, shall we? (Camara pans out)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Day in the Life of the Shiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am pretty. I am gorgeous, in fact. So, why is it that whenever I try to go outside, I'm always carried back in? After all, I wash the dirt off of my paws all the time. I'm a very clean cat. So, why am I kept from doing what I love most? Bathing in the road.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A white persian wearing a pink bell-collar paced back and forth outside, thinking of earlier that day. And the day before that. And the day before that as well! Ever since she'd started, she'd been dragged away from the nice, warm road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, just the other day, when she'd been enjoying herself, the youngest of the Humans that lived in her house had dragged her in and handed her to the middle child, then taken off, leaving the door wide open. Angered by the lack of attention the middle child was giving her due to some strange lights on the black box high above her, she'd tried to pull away, and finally slashed the girl, making her cry out in pain and let her go. She'd quickly hidden in the laundry room and didn't come out until she was sure it was safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, but why? Why must they always be so cruel to me?" She lamented, stopping her pacing and sitting beside the large seat.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, shut up." A grumpy voice said, making her look up. "You get all the food you want, all the attention, and all the love you need. Gosh, you're as bad as that Cali, if not worse." A short-haired calico-tabby's head peeked over the side, her intense green eyes reflecting the persian's beautiful features.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. Crab." The Persian said, looking away. She'd never cared to look at that rough, crabby, mean cat that thought she owned the area. "What are &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; doing here, interrupting my precious, private thoughts?"&lt;br /&gt;"Thoughts?" Crab scoffed. "Shiro, you must be deaf. You were speaking aloud, not thinking." She rolled over on her side, bored of this conversation already.&lt;br /&gt;"...Alright, interrupting my precious, pri-" Shiro started, but a large, male cat came over. "...Oh, Little Boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Boy gagged. "Oh, pu-leaze! Shiro, don't call me that stupid, useless name that the Humans gave me." He walked closer, looking at both the girls. "So, what're you two babes doing here all alone? Why don't we...go somewhere...and have some fun? In fact, let's do it right here, right now." He said, moving closer to Shiro. A paw swung down and hit him in the face, claws bared. "Owww! CRAB!"&lt;br /&gt;Crab looked down at him, an expression of annoyance and distaste on her face. "Get lost, go find your boyfriend." She said, jumping down from the seat. "Or, just go find Jewel. I think she's in heat again anyway, that skank."&lt;br /&gt;Shiro gasped. "Crab, don't say such a thing! Oh, my poor, precious, delicate ears!" She kneeled down, as if trying to hide in the grass.&lt;br /&gt;"Good grief. Hey, I think the Humans are going somewhere!" Crab said, and Shiro quickly looked up to find nothing.&lt;br /&gt;"Crab, that wasn't very nice!" Little Boy said, getting up on the seat and settling down comfortably. "And anyways, you'd be the same way as Jewel, if you weren't spayed." He said, resting his head on his large paws, looking down at her.&lt;br /&gt;"Keh!" Crab said, then walked off, her tail held high. "And proud of it, you perv!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiro sighed and walked over to the Human door. "Let me in! I want inside! I'm hungry!" She said, but when no one replied at first, she scratched the door ("Oh, my delicate paws!") and someone finally opened it, the eldest female Human. The mother.&lt;br /&gt;Little Boy watched as she went in, then shrugged and went off to find the kittens.&lt;br /&gt;Inside, Shiro was greeted with love and attention. Maybe, Crab was right. Maybe she &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; get all the attention she needed. But, she still wished that she would be allowed to do what she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;She left her public and went inside to eat, where she ran into - Cali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cali, who'd always been her rival when it came to cuteness. And now, she was eating &lt;em&gt;her food&lt;/em&gt;! Ohhhhh, the horror! Well, it would have to come to this. She pushed ahead and shoved the Calico aside, then started to eat. Mission accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey!" Cali said, offended. "Help! Help! She broke my paw! She broke my paw!" At her laments, although it wasn't understandable by the Humans, her Human had quickly gone over to see what was the matter. Once safely nestled in her arms, she forgot all about her unbroken paw and melted.&lt;br /&gt;Shiro watched for a bit, then continued to eat. At least this way, Cali wasn't in her way. Suddenly, a &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt; enemy arrived! Crab had come for her food now! Oh, so cruel! Why must the world be so cruel!&lt;br /&gt;"Move aside, you pig in cat's fur." Crab said, smacking her aside and taking the food. "It's not just your food."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kitty!" Crab's Human said, walking over to her. "Bad! Ohhh, Shiro~!" She said, scooping her up and nestling her in her arms.&lt;br /&gt;"Shi-ro-wo-wo-wo-wo~!" The middle child said, coming up behind Crab's Human, as if from the very shadows. "Are you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;"Good grief." Crab mumbled, then continued to eat. "I only pushed you aside. You know what? I'm done here." She said, leaving the food and walking past them, leaving the two fluff-brains alone.&lt;br /&gt;"Good." Shiro said, then wriggled out of Crab's Human's grasp, returning to her food. Then, once she was full, she wandered off and went to sleep on the couch, right between two Humans. Another day finished.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Shiro may or may not be a Persian, I have no clue, really. Anyways, that's my post for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again, I salute you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15371709-115777740974823952?l=teresamh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/feeds/115777740974823952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15371709&amp;postID=115777740974823952' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/115777740974823952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/115777740974823952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/2006/09/wow-havent-posted-since-may-21st-mom.html' title='Wow, haven&apos;t posted since May 21st. m&apos;o&apos;m'/><author><name>The Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16099758906239675149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/PIC_0032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15371709.post-114823412633739830</id><published>2006-05-21T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T10:55:26.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh, what irony..."</title><content type='html'>This happened two days ago, actually, but I only got the chance to post it now.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not too fond of the current background music, but whatever. On to the post!&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 5:45 a.m, my mother came in to tell me to go to Seminary. As soon as she walked away, I went over and closed the door and went back to sleep, as I wasn't an early-morning person at all unless I woke up on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dreamed. And a very interesting dream it was, too.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that I had indeed gone to Seminary, riding with the Hopes family as usual with Becca, who also went with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when we got there, we were told to go to the gym, rather then our normal classes. So, we went to the gym and what did we find, but people making little winter hats! We went to go join them, each of us with our separate classes, and we discovered that we had little figures from the scriptures we read! It was so cute, and I enjoyed sewing them on the winter hats that Sis. Lecker had made with us. Becca had the nerve to say that she was crucifying Nephi. Silly Becca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after we made the hats, we went on to doing Scripture Mastery, as it was Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, when Becca went out of my dream, they had actually done Scripture Mastery, due to it being Friday. But, back to the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all did Scripture Mastery, and enjoyed it a lot, and all of us had done well at it, surprisingly. Afterwards, there was a little party, with Cake and Milk and Apple Juice and Donuts, for all those who didn't want Cake and Milk, or just liked both selections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed the party a lot, and it was 6:44 a.m. when Brent Hope ran up to us and said that he heard something strange behind a door. Curious and scared, my class and me all made our way to the door. I was just about to open it when I heard a distant voice sounding like Becca's echo throughout the gym, alrming everyone. And you know what it was saying? Ironically, it was "Teresa, you missed Seminary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few got alarmed by this, and then I woke up, and told her of my dream. Then she felt bad for eating the Donut she would've given to me, but didn't, because I didn't go. And now she felt bad, because I &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;in fact gone to Seminary. It just wasn't in the books, but technically, I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;I've had a few other odd dreams like this, but none so memorable as this one. Seriously, it was whacked. And I thought I should share it with all who read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Comment as you wish. I know that a certain &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;will want to read this. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;And now, until we meet again, I salute you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15371709-114823412633739830?l=teresamh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/feeds/114823412633739830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15371709&amp;postID=114823412633739830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/114823412633739830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/114823412633739830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-what-irony.html' title='&quot;Oh, what irony...&quot;'/><author><name>The Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16099758906239675149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/PIC_0032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15371709.post-114505726310776077</id><published>2006-04-14T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T16:27:43.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some whacked out fan-fic. Might add on to it.</title><content type='html'>It was a typical day in City 7 and Fire Bomber was practicing for a concert. Mylene Jenius looked out the window at the streets full of people and then the siren to warn of enemy attacks sounded, breaking her from her thoughts. "Huh?" She looked over at her fellow band members and said, "Basara, are we going to go out again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spiky-haired young adult nodded. "Of course. Let's get goin'!" He said as he ran out towards his Valkyrie and hopped in, ready to go before the others even got outside. Mylene and Rei sighed and ran towards their Valkyries as well, Rei getting in with his partner, Vividas. Basara Nekki flashed onto their screens. "You all ready? Then let's go!" He said, then started up the music, the song "Totsugeki Love Heart" as they flew up to join the group of fighting Valkyries. The enemies were winged creatures that were able to breath easily in space no problem but weren't Protodeviln.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen to my song!" Basara yelled as he started to sing, driving a few of the enemies nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's that music comin' from?!" One said, covering his ears.&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno, but it's driving me nuts! Make it stop!" Another said, doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;"I think it's coming from that group of glowing machines! Let's get 'em!" A third said, pointing towards Basara and the others' Valkyries.&lt;br /&gt;"YEAAAAAAAH!" The three enemies charged at Sound Force, breaking past the many Valkyries that tried to get in their way.&lt;br /&gt;"Sing to THIS, suckers!" One of them said, raising his hand up in the air and shining a brilliant light that engulfed the battlefield. Those that didn't run in fear of dying were caught up in it, which were Basara, Mylene, Rei and Vividas and lastly Gamelin Kizaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Basara and the others opened their eyes, they found they were no longer in space, but in the sky, Gamelin nearby. He flashed onto their screens and said, "Is everything alright?" Basara shrugged. "I dunno, does it look it? We're fine." Mylene then flashed on with the question, "But...where &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So....you don't know where you are?" A blue hedgehog said, his arms crossed while he sat across a girl with red hair and dressed in a tight outfit. "Not a clue. I was hoping you would know but..."&lt;br /&gt;"Nope, I have no clue." The hedgehog said, shrugging.&lt;br /&gt;"Not a one? What about your friends?"&lt;br /&gt;"Knuckles and Tails have no idea either. And Amy is clueless when it comes to other worlds." He closed his eyes. "So, Lina Inverse, was it? Why did you attack us before?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl shifted uncomfortably for a bit, then said "I thought you were monsters. Sorry about that, Sonic. I wasn't sure what to expect after that bright flash happened." She brought her hand to the back of her head. "Can you forgive me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well..." Sonic the Hedgehog said, then looked up when he heard his friend Miles "Tails" Prower call his name. "What's up, buddy?" He said, standing up. The small two-tailed fox flew over to him in a hurry. "There's something in the sky, come and see!" He seemed excited and worried at the same time, so Sonic went quickly to see what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basara had already landed, the other two Valkyries with his, and were all looking around by the time Sonic ran over in a blue blur. Gubaba seemed a bit freaked and on alert at first until Sonic gave a friendly, "Yo." Mylene walked over to him and said, "Did you...just speak? Um...do you know where we are?"&lt;br /&gt;"Not a clue, man." Sonic said, shrugging. "We got blasted away in a bright light during a battle with Eggman. You?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...We're kinda' the same. Is it just us or..." Mylene said, looking back at Basara who was strumming on his guitar casually as they talked.&lt;br /&gt;"There're some other guys. But I think that's it. Well, of what we've run into, at least." He shrugged and Tails ran up. "What's up, buddy?"&lt;br /&gt;"Um...that girl is trying to find the way out of this forest..by lighting it on fire..." His young fox friend said, his ears dropped back. Mylene gave a little anime heart-thing and said, "We should help out, right Basara? We might be able to give more help then whatever other group there is here." Basara shrugged. "Do whatever you want. I'm just gonna stick around here until we figure out where we are." He then burst into song again, making Tails and Sonic give sweatdrops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oooookay. Let's get goin', li'l bro. Otherwise, Knuckles'll have a conniption and start attacking her for destroying nature." He grinned and the little kit laughed as they walked off with Mylene, Vividas following as Rei checked the Valkyries' conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the most I'm doing for today. Tune in next week, (or whenever I do it) for the next episode of: "Well, it'll get a name eventually."&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again, I salute you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15371709-114505726310776077?l=teresamh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/feeds/114505726310776077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15371709&amp;postID=114505726310776077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/114505726310776077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/114505726310776077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/2006/04/some-whacked-out-fan-fic-might-add-on.html' title='Some whacked out fan-fic. Might add on to it.'/><author><name>The Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16099758906239675149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/PIC_0032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15371709.post-113795937869991224</id><published>2006-01-22T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T11:49:38.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, 'Sup? Been awhile.</title><content type='html'>I know I've been late in posting, and I've been barked at because of it. "Post" they! "Post in yer dog-gone blog!" Okay, maybe not like that, but close enough. They just have more tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo, how's yer new year been comin' along? Mine's started out pretteh good, actually. I can't recall &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; that happened, but I can recall a few things. Like, Ellie taking me and Vicky to see "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" on IMAX. FREAKING HUGE SCREEN! 0.o My eyes were glued to it majorly, and I felt like I was in the movie when he was fightin' the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(spoiler!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, enough about that. Last night, I went to a church dance after thing thing called Youth Conference that I didn't get to go to 'cause I was sick. But I went to the dance, so yay. And got dinner and dessert there. I also slow-danced with two guys! One I knew, (who towered over me! &gt;.&lt;) and one I didn't. The one I knew is my new Seminary classmate, Andy. He's on Gaia too. So, yay-yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My drawing's improved on the computer. I can actually do edits to vicky's sprite-bases on my own. It's very fun doing it, like Vicky's said several times. But, &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt;! Don't ask me to do sprites with lots of stuff, or close you would\might wear while doing S&amp;M!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have a story, so I guess that's all for today. I'll drop by again some other time with a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I salute you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15371709-113795937869991224?l=teresamh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/feeds/113795937869991224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15371709&amp;postID=113795937869991224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/113795937869991224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/113795937869991224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/2006/01/hey-sup-been-awhile.html' title='Hey, &apos;Sup? Been awhile.'/><author><name>The Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16099758906239675149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/PIC_0032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15371709.post-112949001512540833</id><published>2005-10-16T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T12:13:35.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I promised this...</title><content type='html'>Okay, I made the mistake of promising pictures of my characters in their original form - Kid dolls. Well, I succeeded. And here's quite a few of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/God%20Wars/PIC_0036.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Recca, who's in the Gaiaonline version of God Wars. I might supply a link to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/God%20Wars/PIC_0034.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Tersa, also in the said God Wars game. The picture's crappy, should've gotten a better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I first made these two up in doll-form, while I was playing with Becca on her bed. We were playing out the 3rd game of the series.&lt;br /&gt;She needed a side-plot, so I made up some enemy to attack the good guys. It turned out that they were just lackeys of some guy called "Recca." Most of the party thought of a red-skinned muscleman. The rest, just didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the party went along their merry way, and sometime along the way, they got an invitation to a party! They all chose to go and then they got there, people were dancing. It was decorated nicely, complete with weapons on the walls. How predictable. They were attacked by the dancers, who'd pulled the weapons off the walls. High up in the room, a boy and young woman were watching them, a blue haired boy with them. (Curses, didn't get a picture of him!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the two watching them. (Should've just gotten them both in one pic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/God%20Wars/PIC_0036.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/God%20Wars/PIC_0028.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely, aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when the dancers were beaten, the party went to attack the three above. The blue-haired boy suggested they depart and the boys escaped, while the woman was captured. The boy was sorrowful about this and wanted to go back to get her, but his friend said it'd be too risky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the party'd gotten her tied up and learned that the boy with the blue-haired one that'd escaped was "Recca" and she was Tai. Most of them laughed, or dropped their mouths. Nothing like the image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, the boy was ordered to help them by his father after he'd been beaten by the good guys and joined up, soon getting to fit in with the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that aside, there's someone else to show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/God%20Wars/PIC_0030.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Ivy, who had a different name originally, but we'd forgotten it so much we stuck with Ivy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, name origin aside, she shows up in 4-2, the second part of the 4th game of the series.&lt;br /&gt;She shows up as one of the princess Anrietta's classmates\friends. Over time, that seemed to fade. Blame the war going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, friendship aside, this girl decided that, because Recca helped save her and a bunch of other teenage girls from his friend gone mind-controlled, that he was her Prince Charming, her Knight in Shining Armor, or something like that. Not his intention at all, since he'd already had someone he liked at the time. In fact, he still does. He does all throughout it. Silly boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, she'd then taken to being his stalker\self-appointed girlfriend\fan-girl. Odd girl, eh? Somehow, this got her to meet up with the rest of the party and become a semi-major character.&lt;br /&gt;How did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in the 5th game of series, there's a lot of people you recognize and a lot you don't. Recca is still in this, and so is a bunch of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During game-play, they come across this girl who'd looking worried about something. Upon asking her what her dilemma is, she explains that her friend is in the battle arena and needs help. The party then asks what the friend looks like and she shows them a picture of what seems to be a blond girl looking over her shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They agree to go look for the girl and then walked around, stopping at the arena. There's some commotion inside, and then a blond person flies out, landing in the dirt amidst laughter from inside. Then the person stood up and dusted itself off, hissing at the people inside. The party could then see that it was the girl in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/God%20Wars/PIC_0034.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of them were surprised and\or shocked to find out it was actually a boy around the age of 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, I should've taken more pictures. I'll continue this some other time, folks!&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again, I salute you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15371709-112949001512540833?l=teresamh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/feeds/112949001512540833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15371709&amp;postID=112949001512540833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/112949001512540833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/112949001512540833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-promised-this.html' title='I promised this...'/><author><name>The Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16099758906239675149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/PIC_0032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/God%20Wars/th_PIC_0036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15371709.post-112916056377955771</id><published>2005-10-12T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T16:48:21.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple Songs I made.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I was sitting in my room, playing with my older sister's music-box toy when I came up with this song. I wish I could give you the tune, but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fantasy Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Teresa M. Harrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;When will the sun shine on my forgotten memory?&lt;br /&gt;Why can I not see who I used to be?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I now? Who was I then?&lt;br /&gt;These questions run all through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mind is numb, my head it aches.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm about to break.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can find myself,&lt;br /&gt;If I look for that White Forest of Legend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Am I there Mommy?&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand, Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;Lead me through the trees.&lt;br /&gt;The sky is full of Candy Clouds.&lt;br /&gt;And then I wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;Was that a Dream? Or, some other Fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;I was the clouds go by.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the wind in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;And then I think, 'What was I before?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I there Mommy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take my hand, Daddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lead me through the trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sky is full of Candy Clouds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then I wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Verse 1: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When will the sun shine on my forgotten memory?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why can I not see who I used to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who am I now? Who was I then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These questions run all through my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is numb, my head it aches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like I'm about to break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I can find myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I look for that White Forest of Legend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Am I there Mommy?&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand, Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;Lead me through the trees.&lt;br /&gt;The sky is full of Candy Clouds.&lt;br /&gt;And then I wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretty, wasn't it? It's better if you have the tune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next One!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Knight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Teresa M. Harrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;As the fire burns in the night,&lt;br /&gt;The shadows come to life, dancing in the light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the looks down and sighs,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing to join in the delight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Down the road comes a knight gallant,&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of the Ghouls that follow.&lt;br /&gt;Only seeing what is up ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;A lady shining, gentle and fair.&lt;br /&gt;Dances with the shadows there.&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of the knight's adoring mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She stops and sees, her eyes they shake.&lt;br /&gt;She takes a step back, her body it quakes.&lt;br /&gt;Fearful of the knight's ensnaring eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;The Ghouls they grin, the prey is unknowing.&lt;br /&gt;He only cares for the young girl, gently slowing.&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of the danger right behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They lash out, she takes the blow.&lt;br /&gt;The Knight he turns, then slashes at them.&lt;br /&gt;Then he takes the young girl in his arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;A lady shining, gentle and fair.&lt;br /&gt;Dances with the shadows there.&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of the knight's adoring mind.&lt;br /&gt;She stops and sees, her eyes they shake.&lt;br /&gt;She takes a step back, her body it quakes.&lt;br /&gt;Fearful of the knight's ensnaring eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Verse 3:&lt;br /&gt;The young girl reaches up, her hand wet with blood.&lt;br /&gt;She smiles and then slowly falls dead.&lt;br /&gt;The Knight he cried, remembering when she danced.&lt;br /&gt;He would no longer see her dance again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;A lady shining, gentle and fair.&lt;br /&gt;Dances with the shadows there.&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of the knight's adoring mind.&lt;br /&gt;She stops and sees, her eyes they shake.&lt;br /&gt;She takes a step back, her body it quakes.&lt;br /&gt;Fearful of the knight's ensnaring eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know how it turned out that way, it just did.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed the poems\songs and will be appeased for this day.&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again, I salute you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15371709-112916056377955771?l=teresamh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/feeds/112916056377955771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15371709&amp;postID=112916056377955771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/112916056377955771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/112916056377955771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/2005/10/couple-songs-i-made.html' title='A couple Songs I made.'/><author><name>The Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16099758906239675149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/PIC_0032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15371709.post-112792700050571542</id><published>2005-09-28T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T10:03:20.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Religious stuff. (And other things)" Part 2</title><content type='html'>Okay, I went to Seminary today, and spent most of it watching another talk by John Bytheway. It was good, but we didn't get to see all of it, and will some other time, the teacher says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've been doing stuff with Becca, like playing with our dolls, and we've been doing a lot of stuff. Like, getting a king Exiled from his own kingdom. That was fun. Now he has to take it back from the bad guys. Heheh. But first, he had to dress in drag, then take the enemy's ship to a port town where he has his &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt; hidden ship! And it is cool! But...The odd thing is, the ship's hidden underneath a bar run by drag-queen soldiers, so of course he came in drag, right? Not intentionally, of course...Or &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; it? Okay, okay, it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the major characters are either trapped and\or locked up in the seized capital, or Exiled with the king. But some of them just aren't &lt;em&gt;having&lt;/em&gt; anything to do with this whole thing, or run off, not &lt;em&gt;wanting&lt;/em&gt; anything to do with this whole thing!&lt;br /&gt;Unless you're the bad guys. Then you're not locked up, or running away, or Exiled, either. Because, your the ones that did this to all the locked up/Exiled people. And that's Evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've read Becca's post in Becca-isms naming all the Eternal, they only so far have: Lain, Wing, Vinstaff, Yun Yuria, Double Scotch (Did I do his name right?), Kittyhawk and Skyfire. They still have about...A few thousand years to cause chaos and control the world...hm...Well...That's gonna suck for the good guys, they have to fight these guys for....4 THOUSAND YEARS! That's really gonna suck, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I gave you my rant, but if you want more, I can give you more. I can fit a lot, on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? You want &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt;? Wow, I didn't think you were really listening to this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll think of something to appease you, hold on for a bit whilst I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whilst" is a big word. Well, not really, but it is an older one I rarely use. I blame Zerron. Well...Becca can't decide how to spell his name, and there's lots of ways I could spell it. Or so she says. But let's leave his name alone. It's a silly name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm...Well, I'm going to have to turn to my sister's for advice on how to appease the masses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaay...Becca was doing an odd dance, with clapping and kicking-feet movement, and then she told me to ramble about it. HOW CAN I RAMBLE ABOUT A DANCE!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaaay, and Vicky wants me to ramble about being a computer dragon. But I am not! I am merely appeasing your hunger at this time. Grrr, she just doesn't want you all happy! How could she!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I will ramble about neither one of those things. Instead, I will ramble about something else. It is...Lacking of Sonic entirely, this part of what Vicky and I are doing, but it is only me doing it. Just my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It focuses on this one couple, engaged and happy. One is a dancer and the other is...I'm not sure &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; he is. Her fiance, I suppose. Anyways, this happy couple's love is soon threatened, on the day that the Dancer, who's name is Alice, makes her debut dancing solo. She is soon approached by this director, or producer, or both, whichever. That's not important...Well, it is really. It's just not important to the story much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyways, the director/producer asks if she'd like to join his group of dancers. He leaves her with a card and says to call back if she agreed. Soon afterwards, her fiance, Cleon who'd been watching from the shadows, walks over and tells her not go to, that it might endanger their relationship. She smiles and says that nothing could do that, and goes to join the rest of her school at the graduation party, leaving him to follow behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After the party, Alice spoke to the principal of the school, whom she'd treated as her mother, about the proposal. Her principal smiles and said to take this chance and agree, don't let her love get in the way of her career. Alice nods and goes to call the man back, but as she picks up the phone and dials the number, Cleon walks over and snatches the phone away, slamming it down on the receiver. He tells her that he wasn't going to let her go, that he loved her too much to let her go. He tries to make her change her mind with kisses and soft words, but she shakes her head, saying that this was the best chance she could ever get and pushes him away gently, turning to dial the number again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Someone picks it up on the other line, sounding like a women and the phone is given to the man she'd spoken with before. She tells him that she would like to join his group and when should she start leaving, and learns that he'd be sending a ride for her in the morning. She agrees and hangs up, trying not to look at the expression on her fiance's face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The next morning, a large cat comes by, and Alice learns that it is another of the group, but she more of an actress then a dancer. Alice turns to her old classmates, whom she'd treated as sisters, and then turns to Cleon, who'd been sitting in shadows, watching her go. She hugs him and gives him a soft kiss on the lips and then turns to go, her face hidden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cleon watches her go until he can no longer see the cat in the distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly a year later, Cleon is sitting in a bar. He sighs, then says, "I haven't heard from her for 6 months." He looks at the dark-skinned woman across from him, who'd been listening to him intently. She smiles and says, "Well, I might've seen 'em." She reaches for the T.V. and turns it on, and he can see a play being done. His eyes narrow as he sees Alice and that one guy that'd come to recruit her nearly a year ago acting with her, and dancing too. They weren't being intimate, but he played the part of the pursuer well enough to make Cleon think they were not only acting on stage.&lt;br /&gt;The woman smiles and says, "Would you like to go see them, in person?" She had a sly look in her eyes as she walks towards the door, knowing that he was following behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walk on until they reach the stage and then-Ugh! Ah! The Pain! Well, I think that's all today, folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dang. My narrator left, and took the story with her. And Vicky's doing something with Becca's bed, and now Mary's stealing it. Oh, wait! Did I say "Bed?" Silly me, I meant to say "Pen!" Well, now that I've done a mix-up, she is getting bothersome, Mary is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Becca's playing music, with Mary playing very roughly on the floor and throwing things about. And there's glue in front of the compy, too...Glue....*pokes the glue* Oh, sorry. I was just...um...nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's enough to appease you, and it might be safe to leave! Until we meet again, I salute you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15371709-112792700050571542?l=teresamh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/feeds/112792700050571542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15371709&amp;postID=112792700050571542' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/112792700050571542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/112792700050571542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/2005/09/religious-stuff-and-other-things-part.html' title='&quot;Religious stuff. (And other things)&quot; Part 2'/><author><name>The Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16099758906239675149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/PIC_0032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15371709.post-112788380152099052</id><published>2005-09-27T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T22:03:21.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Religious stuff. (And other things)</title><content type='html'>Okay, so this morning, I went to Seminary and learned about the two books of Nephi. And I watched a show, that had cheesy graphics, but it was good and made it's point. But it was odd. And had Super-Classroom-Zapper-goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I just saw a long talk by John Bytheway. Interesting name, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's no that point. The point is, I was learning that I have to be moral, and I have to do blahblahblah, nothing I'm going to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Religious stuff aside, I assume you want a story of some kind. Or...Something else. I am currently watching "The Secret of NIMH." It is a pleasant show, but I know what what it is about. Something about an Amulet...I think...It's main character is a mouse. So purty mouse, too. ^--^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What!? Not good enough?! Well....phooey. Um...Hold on, I'll think of something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can talk to some characters while I'm thinking? Hold on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, scratch that. That's just silly and foolish. I'll think of something else...Another time, I will appease your hunger for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I salute you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15371709-112788380152099052?l=teresamh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/feeds/112788380152099052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15371709&amp;postID=112788380152099052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/112788380152099052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/112788380152099052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/2005/09/religious-stuff-and-other-things.html' title='Religious stuff. (And other things)'/><author><name>The Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16099758906239675149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/PIC_0032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15371709.post-112731966090980540</id><published>2005-09-21T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T09:27:19.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Demand</title><content type='html'>Hokay, I was &lt;em&gt;going&lt;/em&gt; to do this last night, but I went to sleep whilst my sister was doing &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; blog. So, I was delayed. Sorry 'bout that, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, onto blogging. I've gotten people asking me to update, so I'll update. But what will I update with? Well~, if I had a digital camera, I'll take pictures of something and show you it. But I guess I'll just have to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was doing some art. I was told to draw what I saw, so I did a glass tray, (goblet-like) a clock, a necklace, a pencil, a cup of jelly-beans, (it looks like a sack, though.) and a window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This said Window is what I am going to tell about. You see, I had to draw something that had to do with my life. So, I drew a window. And I described it like this: "This relates to my life: I open a lot of windows. Especially on the Computer." Everyone laughed at this, and I was advised to put it on a shirt. So, I made a version to put on a shirt, with big round-ish letters. (My "Ts" look like they're wearing cowboy hats! XD) Anyways, I wanted to show you it...but it's not on the compy. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what should I tell about next? ...Hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's another thing I want to put on the computer. You know God Wars? Mentioned in Becca-isms? Well...I have some characters from there, and I have my dolls dressed like them. ...Actually, they were based off of the dolls. But, I could still show you the Eternal. (Also mentioned in Becca-isms. Wow, I'm mentioning Becca-isms a lot today, aren't I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, the person who suggested that I put the message on a shirt is going to come over to our house. So, that's a yay-factor. And I got 100 bucks in play money at Scripture Mastery during Seminary. Though I only have 40 bucks right now, my teacher owes me money. She's in debt with a lot of people, isn't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm finding a lot of my older sister's clothing in my drawer. Someone's to blame for this, (knows who it is.) But, I think that's all cleared up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the computer's snoring, what the heck?! It's making noises like sleeping people do. Why is it doing that? *looks under* Oh, better not do that again. Too dark to bother with. I'll just say it's snoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a new printer, YAY! It's &lt;em&gt;been&lt;/em&gt; put up, actually, but I haven't updated in a while, sorry 'bout that. It's all shiny-ful, and so-much-like-the-last-one-ful. Hm. If I really make that Window shirt, do you think it'll sell? Just wondering, not really going to sell it. Hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see our grandparents this month, that was fun. Camped for 5 days there. I rode in a boat, hung out with grandparents, came up with new plots ideas with my younger sister. We had fun. Oh, and I'd forgotten how to ride a bike, but afore mentioned younger sister helped me remember by teaching me again. So, I got to ride on a bike. Yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm...It's not really early in the day, but it's not really &lt;em&gt;late&lt;/em&gt;, either...about 9:19 A.M. What does the "A.M." stand for, anyway? I found out at one point, but I think I forgot. Wait...people're supposed to be up by 9:00A.M., and most of everyone's asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gonna sign off now. Ponder on what I've said, and comment. Until we meet again, I salute you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15371709-112731966090980540?l=teresamh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/feeds/112731966090980540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15371709&amp;postID=112731966090980540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/112731966090980540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/112731966090980540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/2005/09/on-demand.html' title='On Demand'/><author><name>The Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16099758906239675149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/PIC_0032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15371709.post-112519369812873327</id><published>2005-08-27T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T18:48:18.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new post (With a story)</title><content type='html'>Hello, I've been back from Canada for six days! I've just been too busy to post. &gt;,&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dang chores and stuff.&lt;/span&gt; I had decided to try to tell you a story, but I can't think of one...so, I'll just tell you about what I've been doing while I do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for one thing, I've been doing work at home, then listening to my new CD. I hung out with a friend on the 24th and she gave me a CD she'd made for me beforehand. It's got a lost of stuff on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I've been on Gaia, and you know how that steals my attention away from everything else. The new Gaia Towns I've been expecting are supposed to come out in 2-5 days and I'm really anticipating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I've been trying to make up a story, since I didn't last time, and now I&lt;em&gt; still&lt;/em&gt; don't know what to tell about! Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crickets chirp and music plays as a young young girl plays on a swing at night. She pumps her legs back and forth, and doesn't notice as a man comes out of the shadows and walks towards her, knife in hand. She looks up and sees him, then stops swinging, stunned. Who was this man?Cautiously she slips off the swing, her eyes ever on the strange man until she turns a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hadn't moved while she was watching him, so she turned and walked on, only to find him blocking her way, knife in the other hand now, a menacing grin on his face. She smiled uneasily and moved to the side, only to find him blocking there now. She moved to several positions, finding him blocking her every time. "Um...do you have something you with to speak about with me?" She asked, watching him warily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them an chuckled slightly, his eyes roving over her body, from her head, to her chest, to her abdomen area, then finally to her toes and back again. She was wearing a short blue velvet skirt that was topped with a matching blue velvet top. Her shoes were small and buckled and her silk socks matched the outfit, ending in lace. Her hair was tied into a low ponytail with a braid ending it and her eyes were blue. "Oh, nothing much, miss." He said, chucking her face up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stepped away, escaping his hold. "Then please, leave me be." She said, walking over to where he wasn't blocking, only to have it blocked again. "What is it you want?" She asked, looking up at him. The man was wearing black on black, with a black hat and trenchcoat to top it. His eyes were un-veiwable. His voice was pasy, and it creeped her out somewhat. "If you have something you want, please say so." She moved to the side again, with him blocking it. Then she sighed and lifted her book-bag. "If you do not move, I will personally make you." She said, her dark eyes glaring daggers. "I will say this one last time. Please. Move. Aside." She moved to go past him, but he'd blocked her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, what're you going to do, honey? Call your mother and father?" He chuckled again, then grabbed her arm. "C'mon, I know a reeeeally nice place. Let's go." He tugged her arm, making her wince. Next thing he knew, he was flying ten feet away from her as she was straightening up, her outfit slightly ruffled. "Excuse me." She said, walking on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she neared her home, she looked back and sighed. "Oh, please. Couldn't he come up with anything better? Doesn't he think I can fight for myself?" She turned back to the house and entered, walking up to her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Well, that was nice, but you'll have to wait for another day to hear the rest. Until then, I salute you!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15371709-112519369812873327?l=teresamh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/feeds/112519369812873327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15371709&amp;postID=112519369812873327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/112519369812873327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/112519369812873327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-post-with-story.html' title='A new post (With a story)'/><author><name>The Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16099758906239675149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/PIC_0032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15371709.post-112441838729585268</id><published>2005-08-18T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T19:29:24.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day to Canaday.</title><content type='html'>Yep. Just as the name says, I'm going to Canada tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it, 'cause I'm going to Anime Evolution, an Anime Convention in Canada. It sounds fun, and from what I've heard, it is. I have my money exchanged to Canadian money and I'm all ready to go...except for the fact that I haven't packed yet, but I'll get to that sometime today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you wanted a post, so I'm going to give you one, to make up for my being away so long. Soooo....hm...let me have a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And now, for a brief intermission...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young girl dressed in a checkered leotard jumps up and down on a large spoon to the tune of "Pop goes the Weasel!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;End of intermission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hm....nothing. Well, at least you got an intermission. Bye-bye! I'll be leaving at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow, so until I return, I salute you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15371709-112441838729585268?l=teresamh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/feeds/112441838729585268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15371709&amp;postID=112441838729585268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/112441838729585268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/112441838729585268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/2005/08/another-day-to-canaday.html' title='Another day to Canaday.'/><author><name>The Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16099758906239675149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/PIC_0032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15371709.post-112432274497360664</id><published>2005-08-17T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T16:52:24.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Dancing Spiderman, Batman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/thspidey.gif"&gt;Okay, I'm just testing this whole 'blogging the picture' thing. I really don't see much difference so far. Anyway, this is a Dancing Spiderman thing I found and decided to put in my photobucket album. But, you know, I decided to blog it too,&amp;nbsp;just as a test.&amp;nbsp;Okay, I think that's all. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Until we&amp;nbsp;meet again, I salute you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15371709-112432274497360664?l=teresamh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/feeds/112432274497360664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15371709&amp;postID=112432274497360664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/112432274497360664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/112432274497360664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/2005/08/holy-dancing-spiderman-batman.html' title='Holy Dancing Spiderman, Batman!'/><author><name>The Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16099758906239675149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/PIC_0032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15371709.post-112422303450456491</id><published>2005-08-16T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T13:10:34.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Camping (And a story?)</title><content type='html'>Well, sorry for the delay, folks. I was dragged off to go to the mountains, then heard that we were camping there when we got there. So, I wasn't able to post. Sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then, I believe I had planned to speak to you about the music I like, but there's been a change of plan. Instead, I'll tell you a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If anyone falls asleep while reading this they will be put outside instantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there was a young couple. they were engaged to be married. The girl was a young adult of noble class and the boy was a war pilot. He was called off so many times, that they rarely got to see each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day they met, he was flying his plane above her, heading back from a battle when her hat flew off and flew up to him. He reached out and caught it, then look down at her. Her heart skipped a beat as she gazed into his blue eyes, shining like the sky above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He landed his plane, then got out and walked over to her, holding out her hat. "Is this yours?" He asked softly. The girl's hazel eyes shook as he handed it to her, then turned to go. "Wait!" She cried, running after him. "...Can...can we see each other again?" She asked, her eyes hopeful. The boy looked at his plane, his blonde hair flying in the wind. "...Maybe. We can try. If so, let's meet here again." He smiled, then started to go, when the girl pulled him close and kissed him softly. The boy staggered back, then waved as he ran. The girl smiled and brushed her sandy-blonde hair back from her face, watching as he flew off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few weeks were sweet and loving. Then one day, he pulls from his pocket a small box and she opens it to reveal a ruby ring. She gasps as he gets down on one knee, taking the ring and holding it delicately in his hands. "Cho...I love you, more then I could ever tell. If you feel the same for me, I ask of you to be my wife, forever and after. Do you accept?" He asked, his blue eyes reflecting in her hazel ones. She nods and holds out her left hand for him to slip the ring on to, saying, "I love you too, Kenneth. I would love to be your partner in life and love. In this life and the next, if possible." They embraced and kissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few months had passed, where he'd spent all the time he could with her, he received a call. It upset him to do so, but he had to let his love know. On their next date, at the same place they'd met, he broke the news to her. "Cho...darling...There's something I need to tell you." He turned his head to her, interrupting her from styling his hair in a pony-braid. She let go of his hair, letting it fall loose and giggled as it brushed against her. Then she paid attention to what he had to say. He brushed his hair back, unsure of how to tell her. She moved to the front of him and sat down on his lap. "What's wrong, Kenneth?" She asked. He sighed and said, "Cho...I have to go off to battle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled slightly. "Why? What's going on? It's been so peaceful so far." She played with his strands,  then blinked as he grabbed her hand away. "I'm afraid that that's classified. And I'm not sure when I'll be back, either." He sighed and brushed her hair back, his eyes distant. "...If I'm not back by next year...you can go ahead and forget about me..." He get up slowly, so she didn't fall down. She blinked, then ran after him, as he was walking away. "Wait!" She said, stopping right behind him and throwing her arms around his waist. "I don't care how long you're gone...I'll be here, waiting. A thousand years or more, I'll be waiting! So, don't you ever forget me...I'll wait, for eternity, until you've returned. I promise, that when you get back, I'll be here, waiting. Because love is stronger then time itself, and I love you as a child loves sweets. I need you, as fish need the water in the sea! I'll always be true to you, I swear it on my life!" She said all this, tears slipping down her cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned, unsure. His eyes were turned away, thinking. Then he looks at her, and the tears she was giving for him, and he felt certain. He knelt down, and wiped her tears away softly. "I understand. I'll come back to you, I promise. As long as you wait." He kissed her softly, then moved away, reluctant. But soon he heard his radio sound, and ran over to answer it. After a few mintes, he was taking off. He pulled off a small pendant he'd always worn and tossed it to her, smiling one last time before he was out of her view. She ran and had to jump to catch it, then looked up, waving as he flew away. Then she put on the pendant and stood up on a rock they'd always been together on. And she would stay there, until he returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, that was lovely, wasn't it? Well, I have to go now. Farewell, my friends! Until I return, I salute you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15371709-112422303450456491?l=teresamh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/feeds/112422303450456491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15371709&amp;postID=112422303450456491' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/112422303450456491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/112422303450456491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/2005/08/mountain-camping-and-story.html' title='Mountain Camping (And a story?)'/><author><name>The Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16099758906239675149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/PIC_0032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15371709.post-112388282570292090</id><published>2005-08-12T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T14:40:25.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The real first post.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm calling this the 'real' first post, because that last one was just an introduction. Somewhat.  I'll talk to you about my home, for starters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a house of 8 people. I have 4 sisters and 1 brother and two parents. I like my family, but sometimes my brother can get to be a hassle. And that's buggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my profile says, I like to Roleplay. I also love to pick up my Kelly and Tommy dolls and act out different things with them. Like, sometimes Kelly is a guy with long hair. In fact, that's more often then not. Hehe. It's kinda' funny, how some of the things go. They could go into full stories, or I just stop and go do something else and it never goes anywhere. Tommy is mostly short-haired girls. I like the fact that I can dress them up as the opposite gender and no one would notice the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love to act out the characters by walking around and moving as the characters do. It's a lot of fun, really. You should try it. I've done male and female chracters, all doing different actions. It's really fun and I love to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I love to do is Roleplay online. I can make so many characters there, and I can put characters I already have in several things at once. I love to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the video games. I love to play those. DRR and Final Fantasy are different, but fun. I love the series Wild Arms, it is just so fun! You should try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for music...what? I'm out of time? Ah, well! Until I return, my friends! I salute you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15371709-112388282570292090?l=teresamh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/feeds/112388282570292090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15371709&amp;postID=112388282570292090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/112388282570292090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/112388282570292090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/2005/08/real-first-post.html' title='The real first post.'/><author><name>The Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16099758906239675149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/PIC_0032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15371709.post-112387930736268784</id><published>2005-08-12T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T14:12:00.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, so this is my first post on this thing. And it took me so long to finally get it to listen to me when I wanted to choose my username. Kept saying that I couldn't use that one, or that it 'wasn't avaliable'. I mean, really, what's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should rant off about something, or I could end it here. I don't know. I just know that my sister has a crazy blog, and I'll probably end up making this one just as crazy. Why am I such a hypocrite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, comment, complain, do what you want with me. Boil me, drown me, bash me on the head. I don't care. It won't hurt, because I'm behind my mask: The Internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15371709-112387930736268784?l=teresamh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/feeds/112387930736268784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15371709&amp;postID=112387930736268784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/112387930736268784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15371709/posts/default/112387930736268784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresamh.blogspot.com/2005/08/first-post.html' title='First post.'/><author><name>The Big T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16099758906239675149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a22/Besley/PIC_0032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
