<?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-6969432905553848820</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:36:19.761-07:00</updated><category term='hallam foe'/><category term='story'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='invisible'/><category term='poem'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='lost'/><category term='icons'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='movies'/><category term='coffee incident'/><category term='random'/><category term='first sight'/><category term='oneshots'/><category term='art'/><category term='poll'/><category term='defiance'/><category term='Across the Universe'/><category term='pimp'/><category term='screencaps'/><category term='fan fiction'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='gaia'/><category term='jamie bell'/><category term='Red'/><category term='jumperslash'/><category term='dear wendy'/><category term='picture'/><category term='oneshot'/><category term='king kong'/><category term='virgin territory'/><category term='Torence'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='trailer'/><category term='jumper'/><category term='video'/><category term='link'/><category term='oasis'/><category term='chumscrubber'/><category term='character: sophie harrison'/><category term='IMANDIX pics'/><category term='fic: the fateful journey'/><category term='chracter: charlie pace'/><category term='rant'/><category term='slash'/><title type='text'>Inside the Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>A small blog I post on every once and a while. The inner fangirl can be heard here.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-936065206340104164</id><published>2009-12-29T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T12:30:48.367-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character: sophie harrison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chracter: charlie pace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fic: the fateful journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><title type='text'>"Been a Long Time..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"...How are you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow. That quote worked perfectly. :) I havent posted on here in a while so this one's gunna be huge. Friend me on Livejournal. I'm on there way more than this old thing. &lt;a href="http://bellatrixkale23.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://bellatrixkale23.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways. I've been hard at work with fics and school. Lol. Yeah right. The latter has barely been touched. I've been working on this Lost fics that I'm really liking. The first chapter is posted right below this paragraph. Here's the link if you wanna continue reading since I'm up to like chp.7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420753269571732354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SzpiYNfcQ4I/AAAAAAAAAYA/zBMtRlvGZRo/s400/story+picc-editeed.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter One: Crash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie didn’t remember the crash. She only remembered waking up on a beach. The sand felt gritty against the back of her shirt. She began to sit up, holding a hand to her head. “Sand?” Sophie choked out. When she was sitting up, things felt like they were spinning slightly. “Whoa.” She shut her eyes for a brief moment. There was also this loud sound. Sophie looked around, keeping the hand on her head to try and keep things still in her vision. She set eyes on what looked to be a plane’s engine. It was still going; the fans moving fast.&lt;br /&gt;A man in a suit ran past her. “H-Hey!” she called to him. Carefully, she tried to stand up. Sophie collapsed to her knees and the man was kneeling beside her in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;“You okay?” he said loudly.&lt;br /&gt;“M-My head,” she told him.&lt;br /&gt;He looked her over and asked, “Do you have a headache? Dizziness?” His voice was loud. He had to shout for her to hear him over the sound of the engine. Sophie nodded. She felt him touch her cheek lightly. “You probably have a minor concussion. There’s a cut here though,” he said as he touched it again.&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t hurt, so Sophie was a little surprised there was a cut. She lowered her hand from her head. “Thank you,” she trailed off in a questioning voice.&lt;br /&gt;“Jack,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;She gave a small nod and said, “I’m Sophie.”&lt;br /&gt;Jack nodded and said, “There’re more people that may need help.” He nodded towards the wreckage.&lt;br /&gt;Sophie nodded and Jack helped her up. “I can help.” Jack smiled weakly as he steadied her. “I’m good.” He nodded again before rushing off to help others. Sophie got a good look around. There were people wandering around, looking aimless and lost. There was a blond screaming her head off. Something of a creaking noise could be heard. Sophie noticed it was coming from the wing of the plane that was still attached. She took a few steps forward, shuffling slowly. Things were blurred and she stumbled forward. At that moment, the engine blew up. Something must’ve got caught in it like a piece of metal she figured. The blast shook the ground and she fell; her jeaned knees crashing against the warm sand. All the screaming seemed to die down around her a little bit. As she began to get to her feet again, a louder sound of screeching was audible. Sophie looked up and saw the wing of the plane beginning to fall. Her eyes went wide with shock as she saw Jack helping a large man and a blond woman away from it quickly. The wing fell and a small fire erupted after it crashed to the ground. She flinched back into a sitting position.&lt;br /&gt;Sophie began to shiver. She didn’t know where they were or what exactly was going on. It frightened her. She just sat there for a while, watching the waves roll and wondering what would become of them. Sophie just hoped rescue would come soon…&lt;br /&gt;She pulled her legs to her chest, sitting alone on the sand nervously and watching some of the other survivors, as they could now be called. Some cried, some hugged, and some gathered luggage bags. Sophie began to wonder if she could find her bag. Pushing herself up carefully, Sophie began to stand. She wiped her eyes at the sight of the bright sun and stumbled.&lt;br /&gt;“Oi!” she heard a voice shout. Sophie looked to her right and saw a guy walking towards her. His blue jeans were dirty and his long sleeved striped shirt looked beaten up from the crash, if that’s what it was. He had a hoodie on, too, which looked somewhat out of place with the island-ish look. There was a cigarette between his index and middle finger, which he immediately dropped on the sand. The guy rushed to her and said, “You alright?”&lt;br /&gt;Sophie ran a hand through her messed up shoulder length brown hair. “This guy, Jack,” she began, “said I have like a concussion or something.” She shook her head as she spoke, like it was nothing. And really, it was nothing to her.&lt;br /&gt;The guy was silent for a moment. “Who’s Jack?” he asked.&lt;br /&gt;Sophie shrugged. “Wearing a suit. He was gung-ho about helping people.” He was looking at her in confusion. Obviously, he hadn’t met this guy. Sophie sighed. “Never mind.” She pressed a hand to her forehead as she felt a headache coming on. “Um, I’m Sophie by the way.”&lt;br /&gt;“Charlie,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;She looked around and noticed people seemed to be starting to make a fire. “Are they making a fire?” she asked, looking back at Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;“Dunno,” he said. “It looks it.”&lt;br /&gt;Sophie shifted her footing. “Maybe we should go help?” Charlie nodded and Sophie began walking slowly over to the pile for the assumed fire. She noticed he fell instep with her and was fiddling with a ring on his right hand. “So are you from like…England or something?” Sophie asked, just trying to make conversation.&lt;br /&gt;“You! What’re your names?” a man asked.&lt;br /&gt;Both Charlie and Sophie looked in the direction of the man. He looked Middle Eastern and was wearing a tan short sleeved button down with a pair of dark jeans. “What? Oh, I’m Charlie.”&lt;br /&gt;Sophie looked hesitantly at Charlie before saying, “My name’s Sophie.”&lt;br /&gt;“We need some help with the fire. No one will see it if it isn’t big!”&lt;br /&gt;From the corner of her eye, she saw Charlie nod. “Right. On it. What’s your name?”&lt;br /&gt;The man said, “Sayid.”&lt;br /&gt;“Sayid!” Charlie said loudly. “We’re on it, Sayid.”&lt;br /&gt;Sophie just stood by and had a small smile. Even though things were bad, he seemed to be quite cheery. “Should I get some more sticks and stuff then?” she asked. Charlie seemed to shiver. “Huh? What?” He looked at her, a slightly confused look on his face. “Uh, yeah. Good idea. I’ll go with you.”&lt;br /&gt;She nodded and began towards what looked to be a tree line a few yards away. The two gathered an armful of tree fronds and a few twigs. They returned and found the pile had grown and the sky beginning to darken. They threw the stuff on and someone was lighting the fire with a little lighter. A few people gathered around as it got darker, many of them looking distant or depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Sophie was sitting beside Charlie. He had his hood covering his head and was twiddling his fingers carefully. A large man walked over to them and said, “Uh, anyone hungry?” Charlie looked up for a second and shook his head before returning to look at the large flame. “What about you?” he said to Sophie.&lt;br /&gt;“No thanks,” she said with a half smile. Frankly, she had a pounding headache and food right now would probably make her nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;“Okay,” he said as he trudged off.&lt;br /&gt;Sophie went to ask Charlie if he was okay but a weird, sickening, primal noise rang out. It sounded as if it came from the jungle. The sound disturbed her. Immediately people were on their feet, looking towards the trees. Everyone was standing together when they saw trees sway violently; a few even looked like they fell. From the sound of it, something was snapping them. Sophie stood by Charlie, trembling with terror, when she heard him say, “Terrific.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I've been making vids on youtube for this fic and manip'd pics on photobucket. I put the pic towards the top closer to the beginning of the first chapter. It's just easier to get that way.  The vid is the last thing I'll spam ya with. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8906245c00415728" 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.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8906245c00415728%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329973475%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8644FCF416F560282C53A993AC23F0DC71B61AC9.24D5B9BDDBED151FAC95F9D1E98A127A40BA8E9E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8906245c00415728%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHDIXTtlve00qJcRse6__btQSnBk&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.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8906245c00415728%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329973475%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8644FCF416F560282C53A993AC23F0DC71B61AC9.24D5B9BDDBED151FAC95F9D1E98A127A40BA8E9E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8906245c00415728%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHDIXTtlve00qJcRse6__btQSnBk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969432905553848820-936065206340104164?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/936065206340104164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/12/been-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/936065206340104164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/936065206340104164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/12/been-long-time.html' title='&quot;Been a Long Time...&quot;'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SzpiYNfcQ4I/AAAAAAAAAYA/zBMtRlvGZRo/s72-c/story+picc-editeed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-3366104642580605859</id><published>2009-10-23T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:32:53.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMANDIX pics'/><title type='text'>New Projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thanks to roguedemonhunte on Livejournal, I found this really neat program. It's called IMANDIX Cover Professional. I have an exported picture of the first thing I just made in my half hour of messing around with it to get my bearings. Feedback is awesome, so leave it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SuJ06aWtgLI/AAAAAAAAAX0/t6qzHOZitCQ/s1600-h/Inside+the+Mind-MIX+CD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396003850399088818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SuJ06aWtgLI/AAAAAAAAAX0/t6qzHOZitCQ/s400/Inside+the+Mind-MIX+CD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This pic is a "mix CD" for this here blog. Tracks are songs I am in loovvee with and that show something about the blog/my mind/personalilty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I can make lots of stuffs on here. Maybe some fake movie DVD boxes fo rmy fan fictions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969432905553848820-3366104642580605859?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/3366104642580605859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-projects.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/3366104642580605859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/3366104642580605859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-projects.html' title='New Projects'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SuJ06aWtgLI/AAAAAAAAAX0/t6qzHOZitCQ/s72-c/Inside+the+Mind-MIX+CD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-4910540774198064690</id><published>2009-10-15T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T07:14:44.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear wendy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I FINALLY saw Dear Wendy. Library got it in for me and I watchd it last night. I like it. I mean, it sorta had a message behind it but you had to watch closely for it. MY only comment after the movie was "WTF man? They just killed 'em all?! Well, at least Dick's death was pretty cool." But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm hard at work on fan fics right now since I am home doing nothing. School sessions are no go today as I got ortho. and chiropractor apointments. Guess I should read that passage for American Lit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/~bellatrixkale"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/~bellatrixkale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969432905553848820-4910540774198064690?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/4910540774198064690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-i-finally-saw-dear-wendy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/4910540774198064690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/4910540774198064690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-i-finally-saw-dear-wendy.html' title=''/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-3691261578495814573</id><published>2009-10-09T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:43:29.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screencaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='king kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virgin territory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Ss9nifN9ykI/AAAAAAAAAXY/B1LcP8EmJMY/s1600-h/King.bmp1631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390641121179060802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Ss9nifN9ykI/AAAAAAAAAXY/B1LcP8EmJMY/s320/King.bmp1631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;-- Jimmy's reading Heart of Darkness! XD I like the book. It's very indepth and mysterious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yesterday I got the screencap from Virgin Territory for referencing since I'm doing a new fan fiction about it. [Chapter one is nearly done. :D] Lawl. And I got King Kong ones the other day, too. Now i'm looking for Undertow caps to make icons... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390641114752094162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Ss9niHRqD9I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Cwb2hMjB-O8/s320/vt0433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;-- I keep waiting for him to get angry and call for Master Obi-Wan during the movie when I see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969432905553848820-3691261578495814573?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/3691261578495814573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/10/jimmys-reading-heart-of-darkness-xd-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/3691261578495814573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/3691261578495814573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/10/jimmys-reading-heart-of-darkness-xd-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Ss9nifN9ykI/AAAAAAAAAXY/B1LcP8EmJMY/s72-c/King.bmp1631.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-4015572777438342549</id><published>2009-09-29T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T07:48:45.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='icons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumperslash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slash'/><title type='text'>Can You Picture That?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SsIeAe-b1kI/AAAAAAAAAXA/E0aOvHF6ZQ8/s1600-h/awed+and+shocked.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386901097952302658" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SsIeAe-b1kI/AAAAAAAAAXA/E0aOvHF6ZQ8/s320/awed+and+shocked.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I sure as hell can't... Goodbyemyfancy from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LJ's JumperSlash&lt;/span&gt; (a big shout out to my fellow members of the community!!) wrote a little piece since I requested a birthday fic. She was the second to write one for me and OMG it was funny. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SsIeAwU8FGI/AAAAAAAAAXI/TVz7btmfL1w/s1600-h/freak+out+Dom.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386901102610093154" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SsIeAwU8FGI/AAAAAAAAAXI/TVz7btmfL1w/s320/freak+out+Dom.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The little plot was about how it was David's b-day and Griffin couldn't figure out to get him. Then David gets an invite to his own party at this gay bar up in Nova Scotia. By the end of the story, Griffin is dressed as... [get this] Marilyn Monroe. (He called himself Merrylion tho...) I just can't picture it. If i did, I might never wanna watch one of Jamie's movies again... Heh heh. It's the thought that counts though. Thanks GMF!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SsIeAEwxtSI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Zx2ncTvqkhI/s1600-h/hurley+glomp.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386901090915693858" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SsIeAEwxtSI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Zx2ncTvqkhI/s320/hurley+glomp.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6969432905553848820-4015572777438342549?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/4015572777438342549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-you-picture-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/4015572777438342549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/4015572777438342549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-you-picture-that.html' title='Can You Picture That?'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SsIeAe-b1kI/AAAAAAAAAXA/E0aOvHF6ZQ8/s72-c/awed+and+shocked.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-869873344468680342</id><published>2009-09-26T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:28:51.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='king kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Torence'/><title type='text'>SulkyShyPuppy &amp; RepressedSexKitten? Take a sip!</title><content type='html'>Lawl. Gandalf. He's in the King Kong production diaries as a joke. -sigh- Anyways. Last night was pretty fun. Tori, me, and Red played the Jumper drinking game with cherry 7-Up. He kept asking, "Can I drink yet?" It was funny. And teh ice-cream cake was yummy. ^^ So I'm going back to watching the production diaries. :D&lt;br /&gt;More later about it most likely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969432905553848820-869873344468680342?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/869873344468680342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/09/lawl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/869873344468680342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/869873344468680342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/09/lawl.html' title='SulkyShyPuppy &amp; RepressedSexKitten? Take a sip!'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-5442338487755869312</id><published>2009-09-24T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:17:35.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='king kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Post-Birthday</title><content type='html'>I like eating cake for breakfast. It's always fun. Hee. I got Charlie to talk! Batteries work wonders. The action figure says like 4 things from teh show. One is "You all everybody... You all everybody!" I scared Tori on the phone. Lawl. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Srt-_XhbPGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/_Sjx1S37BxU/s1600-h/charlie-you+all-torture.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385037406562630754" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Srt-_XhbPGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/_Sjx1S37BxU/s320/charlie-you+all-torture.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to watch King Kong Production diaries. The first disc had funny stuff and whatnot but the second was lacking. You don't even see Colin or Jamie in the 2nd T_T [The inner fan girl weeps.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Srt--QXN9XI/AAAAAAAAAWU/PioUCV4NZdM/s1600-h/prston-caral.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385037387460900210" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Srt--QXN9XI/AAAAAAAAAWU/PioUCV4NZdM/s320/prston-caral.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I watched Undertow from like when KK was over until 2. With commentary. (Oh yesh. Pretty dangerous.) The commentary is funny. I love hearing David Gordon Green and Jamie talk about random shit that happened. Like the monster the lurked behind Jamie during filming the one scene. *snicker* But the movie made me realize, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I have a talent. [Wow really? That's what I said too.]&lt;/span&gt; I can pick up accents if I hear them. Like the whole rest of the night after KKPD I was talking normal, but then pop in Undertow and BAM. I obtained a southern accent. I do the same thing with Jumper. Regular voice and stuff then BAM. British accent. I even caught myself doing a scottish one the other day. I wanna try and shape the accents to sound a bit more natural. Hmm... Google shal come in handy today. Lawl. XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;...Icon Post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Srt--Fzc3qI/AAAAAAAAAWM/0P4H4pee3to/s1600-h/hat-.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385037384626527906" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Srt--Fzc3qI/AAAAAAAAAWM/0P4H4pee3to/s320/hat-.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Srt-_jJhPOI/AAAAAAAAAWs/zGxG5rNhRQk/s1600-h/oi.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385037409683586274" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Srt-_jJhPOI/AAAAAAAAAWs/zGxG5rNhRQk/s320/oi.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Srt--2ypR2I/AAAAAAAAAWc/Qnk-xERi564/s1600-h/stupid+idea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385037397776484194" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Srt--2ypR2I/AAAAAAAAAWc/Qnk-xERi564/s320/stupid+idea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first one's even from Undertow. Lookit that...&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/6969432905553848820-5442338487755869312?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/5442338487755869312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/5442338487755869312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/5442338487755869312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-birthday.html' title='Post-Birthday'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Srt-_XhbPGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/_Sjx1S37BxU/s72-c/charlie-you+all-torture.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-295762208627771432</id><published>2009-09-23T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T07:43:44.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='king kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='icons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><title type='text'>I like to walk for a change. Makes me feel normal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SroziDCOj2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/f3l-GUh6uJQ/s1600-h/fanfiction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384672964498067298" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SroziDCOj2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/f3l-GUh6uJQ/s320/fanfiction.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SroziwkE2LI/AAAAAAAAAV0/c4m4m9a3YgU/s1600-h/at+play.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384672976719632562" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SroziwkE2LI/AAAAAAAAAV0/c4m4m9a3YgU/s320/at+play.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lawl. Another of Griffin's quotes that make me laugh. So today's my birthday and it's okay so far. My aunt from Georgia sent me three things I've wanted for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The King Kong Productions Diaries [wow ima nerd]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;PC game The Movies [a lot like sims cept you make movies!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And...dun dun dun! The action figure of Charlie Pace from Lost! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Srozitnb0SI/AAAAAAAAAVs/P5j6XAF14HI/s1600-h/many+faces+of+charlie.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384672975928414498" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Srozitnb0SI/AAAAAAAAAVs/P5j6XAF14HI/s320/many+faces+of+charlie.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had teh expression of O_O...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SrozjA5uiPI/AAAAAAAAAV8/fo7D8DLcD6I/s1600-h/DDDD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384672981105412338" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SrozjA5uiPI/AAAAAAAAAV8/fo7D8DLcD6I/s320/DDDD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yays. Friday I get to hang with some friends so that'll be kewl. Tori, Red, and I asked Forrest now too. Prolly end up eating cake and watching movies. Heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SrozjUR0K2I/AAAAAAAAAWE/NOJP8Dus3nA/s1600-h/seriouslyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384672986306718562" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SrozjUR0K2I/AAAAAAAAAWE/NOJP8Dus3nA/s320/seriouslyy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/6969432905553848820-295762208627771432?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/295762208627771432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-like-to-walk-for-change-makes-me-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/295762208627771432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/295762208627771432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-like-to-walk-for-change-makes-me-feel.html' title='I like to walk for a change. Makes me feel normal.'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SroziDCOj2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/f3l-GUh6uJQ/s72-c/fanfiction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-4431269482610557188</id><published>2009-09-21T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T06:55:15.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Across the Universe'/><title type='text'>Nothing's Gunna Change My World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They slither while they pass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They slip away across the universe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pools of sorrow waves of joy are drifting through my open mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Possessing and caressing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Can You Guess What I watched Last Night? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;That's right! Across the Universe! I was checking school stuff and watchign it sicne I love the musci so much and my mom was like "Hey. Do your work" and I was like "Hey. Go away, I'm singing here." This song is one of my favorites. Along with &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Hey Jude&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Blackbird&lt;/span&gt;. Oh and &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;With a Little Help From My Friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Better go and listen to my teacher since I'm in a session...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SreFVr0xOEI/AAAAAAAAAVc/vMcd9G-sK18/s1600-h/fringe4.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383918487132518466" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SreFVr0xOEI/AAAAAAAAAVc/vMcd9G-sK18/s320/fringe4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969432905553848820-4431269482610557188?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/4431269482610557188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothings-gunna-change-my-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/4431269482610557188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/4431269482610557188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothings-gunna-change-my-world.html' title='Nothing&apos;s Gunna Change My World'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SreFVr0xOEI/AAAAAAAAAVc/vMcd9G-sK18/s72-c/fringe4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-9097965781749106737</id><published>2009-09-18T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:21:34.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Torence'/><title type='text'>You Save The World;You Save The Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Well that's not true it seems." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;XD I'm listening to Yellowcard's 'Shrink the World' right now. That was part of the song. Yays. Anyhoo. I'm quite bored. Been cooped up in the house for a few days. I've been lurking ARGs again I'm that bored. Tori mentioned abotu going to the movies today cuz Star Trek/Transformers IMAX double feature thinger is going on. GAWWW. I wants to go... T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SrOWvJvicKI/AAAAAAAAAVE/rXnf9DT9oZ0/s1600-h/FIVEOCLOCK.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382811716451201186" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SrOWvJvicKI/AAAAAAAAAVE/rXnf9DT9oZ0/s320/FIVEOCLOCK.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only 5 days left. I can't wait!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SrOWvclWVOI/AAAAAAAAAVM/-m0r6JewlCo/s1600-h/hells+yeah.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382811721508738274" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SrOWvclWVOI/AAAAAAAAAVM/-m0r6JewlCo/s320/hells+yeah.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;{The icons are fitting, don't ya think?}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SrOWv34kdnI/AAAAAAAAAVU/kSmm7GLyen8/s1600-h/jimmy1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382811728837113458" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SrOWv34kdnI/AAAAAAAAAVU/kSmm7GLyen8/s320/jimmy1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I'm off now to do some more school work then read some &lt;strong&gt;Heart Of Darkness&lt;/strong&gt; like Jimmy in that there icon. Lawl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969432905553848820-9097965781749106737?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/9097965781749106737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-save-worldyou-save-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/9097965781749106737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/9097965781749106737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-save-worldyou-save-girl.html' title='You Save The World;You Save The Girl'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SrOWvJvicKI/AAAAAAAAAVE/rXnf9DT9oZ0/s72-c/FIVEOCLOCK.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-3586355044221604776</id><published>2009-09-12T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T06:38:30.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>See I cannot save you. For I need saving too.</title><content type='html'>Ah that is a wonderful quote. It's from Nicholas Nickleby, which I watched last night. It's a good adaptation of the book by Dickens. Anyhoo, I feel like crap on this dreary day. Stomach is flaring up since I had chocolate last night. Curses, I can no longer eat chocolate... T_T&lt;br /&gt;Lawl. Kelsey is watching WonderPets in the next room and I heard Ollie the rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;"Ollie Ollie Ollie to the rescue! "&lt;br /&gt;Lawls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969432905553848820-3586355044221604776?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/3586355044221604776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/09/see-i-cannot-save-you-for-i-need-saving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/3586355044221604776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/3586355044221604776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/09/see-i-cannot-save-you-for-i-need-saving.html' title='See I cannot save you. For I need saving too.'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-4499226553269907772</id><published>2009-09-09T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T07:06:49.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='icons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Nice little shark pit round Cuba.</title><content type='html'>I'm really bored. Got like hours to kill since my next class isn't until 1 p.m. Since I'm so kewl, I'm posting a couple of new icons. They ish snazzy and I didn't, obviously, make them. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first one is supposed to move... T_T (crazzzy bucket! Lawl.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SqezXH9_rdI/AAAAAAAAATk/9noozbrAnCo/s1600-h/crazy-bucket.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379465489774783954" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SqezXH9_rdI/AAAAAAAAATk/9noozbrAnCo/s320/crazy-bucket.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SqezXi0FImI/AAAAAAAAATs/MckSDAGiEqE/s1600-h/nerdy-hc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379465496980955746" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SqezXi0FImI/AAAAAAAAATs/MckSDAGiEqE/s320/nerdy-hc.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SqezYKl-ROI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-9dbg1rEVHY/s1600-h/anger.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379465507659203810" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SqezYKl-ROI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-9dbg1rEVHY/s320/anger.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SqezXxYzf9I/AAAAAAAAAT0/IbZ4_C8VGr8/s1600-h/SW-anakin-dark.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379465500893085650" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SqezXxYzf9I/AAAAAAAAAT0/IbZ4_C8VGr8/s320/SW-anakin-dark.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sqe0NPdiUPI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Gelmpz8EvXA/s1600-h/existence.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379466419499061490" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sqe0NPdiUPI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Gelmpz8EvXA/s320/existence.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sqe0Lh-gcOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/61t-O7FJVi0/s1600-h/asael1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379466390109450466" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sqe0Lh-gcOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/61t-O7FJVi0/s320/asael1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sqe0L-56woI/AAAAAAAAAUM/cWHW077wNmE/s1600-h/HC-factorygirl1.bmp"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379466397874832002" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sqe0L-56woI/AAAAAAAAAUM/cWHW077wNmE/s320/HC-factorygirl1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sqe0MkG0n_I/AAAAAAAAAUU/y3hC2FLsFWE/s1600-h/dancing+with+brown+stone.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379466407861067762" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sqe0MkG0n_I/AAAAAAAAAUU/y3hC2FLsFWE/s320/dancing+with+brown+stone.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sqe1C2W0qxI/AAAAAAAAAUs/58KHJW67mX8/s1600-h/jumping_pyramids.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379467340472953618" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sqe1C2W0qxI/AAAAAAAAAUs/58KHJW67mX8/s320/jumping_pyramids.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sqe1CtpI8SI/AAAAAAAAAUk/m3-OepfkPNg/s1600-h/gamer+face!.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379467338133860642" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sqe1CtpI8SI/AAAAAAAAAUk/m3-OepfkPNg/s320/gamer+face!.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sqe1DAOGfcI/AAAAAAAAAU0/BlKKMMSGO1U/s1600-h/OC.+lawl..bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379467343120727490" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sqe1DAOGfcI/AAAAAAAAAU0/BlKKMMSGO1U/s320/OC.+lawl..bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sqe1DeXc5kI/AAAAAAAAAU8/6yyd83B6ltc/s1600-h/evil_david.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379467351213008450" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sqe1DeXc5kI/AAAAAAAAAU8/6yyd83B6ltc/s320/evil_david.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the 2nd to last one? It says "lawls. an OC?--&gt;" I only added the text to that one. I though tit was funny. XD Oh and the other Jumper icon in teh second row should move too. Damn I wish I had the icon making skills. OR at least the GIMP program to use. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, Chumscrubber was just on one of teh like 5 HBOs we have. I caught the last 10 minutes of it. But it won't be on anymore this week. Maybe I'll be lucky and it'll be on next week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm rambling. Agh! Gunna go eat some food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Note: I may start a new blog for reviewing movies I watch, just for fun. Maybe ask Tori to help out since we discuss movies.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6969432905553848820-4499226553269907772?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/4499226553269907772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/09/nice-little-shark-pit-round-cuba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/4499226553269907772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/4499226553269907772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/09/nice-little-shark-pit-round-cuba.html' title='Nice little shark pit round Cuba.'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SqezXH9_rdI/AAAAAAAAATk/9noozbrAnCo/s72-c/crazy-bucket.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-7113509079233083739</id><published>2009-09-04T12:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:54:22.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Torence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slash'/><title type='text'>School Makes You Lazy, Say What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Cyber school is killing me. Not a lot of work to begin and shit sessions to attend. *eye roll* Just downloading a vid my friend put on youtube. It's on the bottom of the blog now since I loved how funny it is. I got Tori to watch it since she's a Jumper fan girl now and she nearly died. Lawl. Hilarious. Just like this random manip I found. So slashy! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SqFwRCUAtVI/AAAAAAAAATc/FL7TW8GHZ9g/s1600-h/manip+by+sin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377702868037973330" style="WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SqFwRCUAtVI/AAAAAAAAATc/FL7TW8GHZ9g/s320/manip+by+sin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969432905553848820-7113509079233083739?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/7113509079233083739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-makes-you-lazy-say-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/7113509079233083739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/7113509079233083739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-makes-you-lazy-say-what.html' title='School Makes You Lazy, Say What?'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SqFwRCUAtVI/AAAAAAAAATc/FL7TW8GHZ9g/s72-c/manip+by+sin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-6218064835734460745</id><published>2009-08-27T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:12:57.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='king kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Adventure Through the Jumpscar</title><content type='html'>So I finished up the fan fic I had going on about King Kong called &lt;strong&gt;Adventure on the Venture&lt;/strong&gt;. I've already began the sequel called &lt;strong&gt;Adventure Through the Jumpscar&lt;/strong&gt;. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: The picture at the bottom of this post is just me being a silly fangirl. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter 1: Shots&lt;br /&gt;"Woo!" Ashley screamed as she held tight to the book in her hands and jumped. "Tori!" she shouted into the living room. She didn’t see her anywhere so she jumped again; this time, into her friend’s bedroom. The twenty two year old blond rolled onto her side and grumbled something. "Wake up lazy bones. It’s time for a vacation!" she shouted as she slammed her book shut.&lt;br /&gt;Tori grumbled. "No. Sleep time."&lt;br /&gt;Ashley frowned and put a hand on her hip. "Get up before I jump to Alaska for a bucket of water."&lt;br /&gt;Tori groaned and sat up, her dark blond hair frizzing all over. "What time is it?"&lt;br /&gt;Ashley set the book on the end of Tori’s bed. "Around ten-ish," she told her as she pulled her dark brown hair into a ponytail. "Let’s go. Vacation!" she cheered.&lt;br /&gt;Tori got out of bed, her pajama pants looking a bit wrinkled. She asked, "Where are we going now?" as she rubbed an eye. "Can’t go see Jimmy and Preston. You know that."&lt;br /&gt;Ashley frowned. "We’re not talking about them, remember?" Tori gave a wave of her hand. "I’ll let you get ready," she quickly said as she jumped out of the room and ended up in her own. She grabbed her already packed black backpack, jumped into the living room, and flung herself onto the couch. Tori came out a few minutes later, wearing a pair of blue jeans and a green hoodie. Ashley hopped up and tossed a blue backpack to Tori. "I already packed your stuff for you," she smiled.&lt;br /&gt;Tori rolled her eyes. "Now, where are we going?" she asked as she caught the bag and put it on her back.&lt;br /&gt;Ashley jumped to her side. "Lots of places. Just for fun," she beamed before grabbing onto Tori’s hand and jumping them away.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;The first stop was in a Fresno Starbucks for breakfast. Then it was Paris to do some shopping. After that, Tori insisted on sushi in Okinawa and Ashley made sure they took a ride on a gondola in Venice after that. The two were having a great time. They came to a compromise to stay in a capsule hotel in Tokyo for the night, wanting some rest from the frequent jumps. Little did they know, they would need all the rest they could get for the following day.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;(Ashley POV)&lt;br /&gt;Ashley woke up when someone was shaking her frantically. "Ashley, wake up now," Tori whispered quickly.&lt;br /&gt;"Ten more minutes," she waved her away but Tori continued to shake her.&lt;br /&gt;"No. I think someone’s watching us. I felt a jump."&lt;br /&gt;Ashley bolted up and hit her head on the extremely low ceiling of her capsule bed. "Damn it. Double damn it!" she yelled as she pressed her hands against her wound. "Are you sure?" she asked, looking over at Tori.&lt;br /&gt;Tori gave a nod. "I thought you were like sleep jumping or awake, but I saw this guy…"&lt;br /&gt;Ashley threw off the blankets and crawled out of the little area she called her cocoon, or capsule bed. "Is he still here?" She looked around and found the hall was empty.&lt;br /&gt;"He left when I noticed him. Didn’t get a good look. I only saw his boots."&lt;br /&gt;"Boots? That’s a big help. C’mon. Let’s pack up and get out of here." The two quickly changed out of pajamas and into regular clothes. Ashley was lacing up her black and white high tops as Tori approached her. "What’s the plan?"&lt;br /&gt;Tori huffed and shrugged. "Let’s hide out in the bar around the corner for a little. Just until I think it’s alright to leave." Ashley gave a nod and they began to the elevators with their backpacks in hand. Once they left the hotel, they walked cautiously to the bar around the corner. Tori walked in first, ahead of Ashley since she was older, and picked a table in the back corner with perfect vision of the whole bar but mostly the door. Ashley sat down across from Tori. "We’re gunna eat here for breakfast then?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;Tori shrugged. "What other choice do we have?"&lt;br /&gt;Ashley gave a nod and said, "I’ll go get us something." Tori pulled out a book and flashed it, signaling for Ashley to take her time. She smiled as she walked up to the bar and sat down on a stool three down from a wild haired guy. She looked at the bartender and said, "Can I get two sodas and a shot of sake? Maybe one of those little bags of chips?" The man behind the bar nodded with a small smile as he pulled two glasses off the shelf. Ashley looked over at Tori, who seemed deep into her book, and then to the opposite side. The man with wild hair was drinking something looking a lot like a beer. "Little early to be drinking, don’t ‘cha think?" she joked.&lt;br /&gt;He glanced at her sideways. "Don’t yeh think it’s a little early to be hitting the sake?" he asked. Ashley noticed he had an accent as he spoke. ‘Probably British.’ She sent him a smile. "Touché." She was looking him over as the bartender sat a small shot glass full of sake down in front of her. Ashley realized the sodas and chips were there, too. She looked over her shoulder and downed the shot. After gulping it down, she sighed and sat the glass on the counter. Ashley put her head down onto the bar and felt the cool surface against her skin.&lt;br /&gt;"Give ‘er another shot. It’s on me," she heard the guy say. She looked up and found the glass full again with sake.&lt;br /&gt;Ashley looked over at the guy and held the little cup to him. "Thanks…" he quickly downed it and put the glass back down.&lt;br /&gt;"You looked troubled, yeah?" he asked, adjusting the collar of his leather jacket.&lt;br /&gt;Ashley snorted and gave a slight laugh. "Oh, you don’t know the half of it." She picked up the two glasses of soda and bag of chips and carefully maneuvered back over to the table.&lt;br /&gt;Tori looked up. "What took so long?"&lt;br /&gt;Ashley shook her head. "Slow day or something. Hell if I know," she lied, knowing Tori would freak out if she knew about drinking so early. "Just eat. I’m not that hungry. Stomach’s botherin’ me."&lt;br /&gt;Tori looked at her curiously. "Got one of your feelings or…?"&lt;br /&gt;Ashley nodded. "It’s a bad feeling alright." She rested her head against the table and shut her eyes as she wrapped her arms around her stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SpdK3NdDaeI/AAAAAAAAATU/M-zDK8H5PdI/s1600-h/el+oh+els.+XD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374846992654756322" style="WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SpdK3NdDaeI/AAAAAAAAATU/M-zDK8H5PdI/s320/el+oh+els.+XD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;el oh el. it's so cute!! ^^ XD&lt;/span&gt;&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/6969432905553848820-6218064835734460745?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/6218064835734460745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventure-through-jumpscar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/6218064835734460745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/6218064835734460745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventure-through-jumpscar.html' title='Adventure Through the Jumpscar'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SpdK3NdDaeI/AAAAAAAAATU/M-zDK8H5PdI/s72-c/el+oh+els.+XD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-9180067304934723591</id><published>2009-08-19T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:46:24.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='king kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Kong is teh King.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So it's uber hot in our upstairs right now so I'm on my mum's cpu for a bit. Just getting some vids from youtube and posting here. Course I'm getting the deleted scenes from King Kong, since my dumb DVD doesn't have 'em. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I got this pretty ring today at Celtic Myth and Moonlight, one of my favorite stores. It's got an amethys in it with 2 celtic trinity knots around it. Pretty neat. My mom found it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doolincrafts.com/files/admin/uploads/W87_F_Image_3_7484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://www.doolincrafts.com/files/admin/uploads/W87_F_Image_3_7484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yepp. It looks like this. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969432905553848820-9180067304934723591?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/9180067304934723591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/08/kong-is-teh-king.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/9180067304934723591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/9180067304934723591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/08/kong-is-teh-king.html' title='Kong is teh King.'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-2549683575308899271</id><published>2009-08-13T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:41:24.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jamie bell'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SoSkcMC-aII/AAAAAAAAAS8/LKVSLYTPYQM/s1600-h/blood+flow.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369597459909470338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SoSkcMC-aII/AAAAAAAAAS8/LKVSLYTPYQM/s400/blood+flow.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SoSj2jjlJuI/AAAAAAAAASs/vQH_pYv4Zqg/s1600-h/blood+flow.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I went to a funeral service today. Tried to hold back crying but that didn't go as planned. I tried everything. Fidgeting, biting my tounge, biting my lip (I ganwed my lip and inside of cheek to hell), and pinching myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I failed, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SoSj3XswYEI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eMjcGEAnrCc/s1600-h/todaysSawyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369596827382341698" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SoSj3XswYEI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eMjcGEAnrCc/s320/todaysSawyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6969432905553848820-2549683575308899271?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/2549683575308899271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-i-went-to-funeral-service-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/2549683575308899271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/2549683575308899271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-i-went-to-funeral-service-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SoSkcMC-aII/AAAAAAAAAS8/LKVSLYTPYQM/s72-c/blood+flow.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-5583853122737795482</id><published>2009-08-09T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T09:50:58.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Torence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jamie bell'/><title type='text'>So I Walked Into Google One Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sn7-VIazewI/AAAAAAAAASc/HU4DWais3BA/s1600-h/y+not.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368007444862827266" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sn7-VIazewI/AAAAAAAAASc/HU4DWais3BA/s320/y+not.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not really. But I was on google today for Torence. She, of all people, wanted me to look up Jamie Bell's email. [I dunno why but w/e.] So I did. I just sent her an email with two different emails. Who the hell knows if one is really his but oh well. :D Tis funny either way. Now she's on the phone asking me to find his phone number....And I thought I was a fangirl... &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sn7-VbUULKI/AAAAAAAAASk/XLMeOd066J4/s1600-h/DDDD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368007449935883426" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sn7-VbUULKI/AAAAAAAAASk/XLMeOd066J4/s320/DDDD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;OH EM GEE.&lt;/span&gt; Totally forgot. Got this email from a company about my short movie on ARGs. It's sweet. They want me to send my treatment/script and they're gunna review &amp;amp; take it from there. I'm uber excited. Can't wait to see what happens.&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/6969432905553848820-5583853122737795482?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/5583853122737795482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-i-walked-into-google-one-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/5583853122737795482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/5583853122737795482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-i-walked-into-google-one-day.html' title='So I Walked Into Google One Day...'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sn7-VIazewI/AAAAAAAAASc/HU4DWais3BA/s72-c/y+not.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-499364607525377963</id><published>2009-08-08T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T09:45:47.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>Breathing Slowly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uVU5uNnlkYg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uVU5uNnlkYg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Breathing Slowly"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crossfade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who am I to save you,To try and tame you,And now that you are free of me,But next time when you break down,Is it me you'll take down,With you on your knees?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So who was I to hurt you,To desert you,When you needed me there,So now that you've learned to hate me,You're finally set free,I fall to my knees,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm breathing slowly,Like you said to do when you had lost control,My head spins from God's wind,That carries you away from me,Looks like you got away from me,This time,For good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And since those days have passed me by,I'm in and out of life,The way you used to be,You know I always was the strong one,But now I've come undone,Sweet Release...(come to me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm breathing slowly,Like you said to do when you had lost control,My head spins from God's wind,That carries you away from me,Looks like you got away from me, This time,You got away from me oh yea,You got away for good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969432905553848820-499364607525377963?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/499364607525377963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/08/httpwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/499364607525377963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/499364607525377963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/08/httpwww.html' title='Breathing Slowly...'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-3549545801233335752</id><published>2009-08-03T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:20:31.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chumscrubber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='king kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='icons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><title type='text'>Here On My Own</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Snc3sP3sGrI/AAAAAAAAAR8/MHUMP7-M87A/s1600-h/DDDD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365818714349116082" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Snc3sP3sGrI/AAAAAAAAAR8/MHUMP7-M87A/s320/DDDD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Snc4Do_k-DI/AAAAAAAAASE/C_ujM8h6i6w/s1600-h/happy+pills.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365819116230080562" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Snc4Do_k-DI/AAAAAAAAASE/C_ujM8h6i6w/s320/happy+pills.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bored and posting. Bleh. Feel really sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just getting some music offline. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Snc4D5_wpPI/AAAAAAAAASM/-LETWZPNoj8/s1600-h/dark_jimmy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365819120794248434" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Snc4D5_wpPI/AAAAAAAAASM/-LETWZPNoj8/s320/dark_jimmy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Snc4VQ7qMfI/AAAAAAAAASU/uZJeTreKHzQ/s1600-h/dancing+barefoot.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365819419008840178" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Snc4VQ7qMfI/AAAAAAAAASU/uZJeTreKHzQ/s320/dancing+barefoot.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6969432905553848820-3549545801233335752?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/3549545801233335752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-on-my-own.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/3549545801233335752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/3549545801233335752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-on-my-own.html' title='Here On My Own'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Snc3sP3sGrI/AAAAAAAAAR8/MHUMP7-M87A/s72-c/DDDD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-316801836793520324</id><published>2009-07-28T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:49:38.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='king kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hallam foe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Look @ Teh Awesome Hat. Lawl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sm-oXVibwpI/AAAAAAAAAR0/doF7LyfWGsg/s1600-h/Hallam-Foe-1469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363690800093577874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sm-oXVibwpI/AAAAAAAAAR0/doF7LyfWGsg/s400/Hallam-Foe-1469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol. Hat... *snicker, snicker*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just got the screencaps for Hallam Foe for fan fic references and to make some icons. Took almost 20 minute to download. It was crazy. So i'm about to write the fourth chapter of my new King Kong fic. Kinda funny, kinda fluffy. It's got me and Torence in it. Lawl. I'm putting the first chapter on here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zo-my-god!" Ashley shouted. "Can we watch King Kong?"&lt;br /&gt;Tori glared at her. "If you stop jumping on the couch we might be able to..." Ashley stopped and fell down into a sitting position on the couch. Her dark and light mixed hair fell in her face. She blew the strand out of her face and glanced up at Tori. "Do you even have the movie?" Ashley held up the DVD box above her head and grinned. "Never mind. Of course you have it. Gimmie."&lt;br /&gt;Ashley looked at her wildly. "Are you crazy?" she asked as she got up and went over to the DVD player, taking the disc out and waving it around. She put it in the disc slot and turned on the TV before jumping back to the couch.&lt;br /&gt;Tori was sitting on the couch. "Ashley, I told you about using your ability in the house."&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever," she groaned as she picked up the DVD player remote from the coffee table. She pressed play and the menu came on for the movie. "From beginning or scene ten?"&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? What are you taking about?" Tori asked as she pushed her short blond hair away from the edge of her glasses.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll start it from the beginning," she grumbled as she pressed the enter button, causing the opening sequence to start. "Yay!" Ashley shouted as the Universal Studios logo appeared on the TV screen.&lt;br /&gt;Tori simply clapped as the large title King Kong appeared shortly after. "Why don't you use your ability to go there?" she asked, pointing at the screen which was playing the opening scene.&lt;br /&gt;Ashley seemed to think about it, putting a finger to her lips. "I can try." She leaned forward and focused on something, staring at the screen with a blank expression. Tori leaned to look at her face and she disappeared. Startled, Tori flinched back and stared at the empty seat next to her in awe. Ashley appeared standing next to the couch with an overjoyed look. "Yup. It's possible." She grinned ear to ear. "Wanna go?"&lt;br /&gt;Tori gave a nod. "But what about our clothes?"&lt;br /&gt;Ashley held up a finger and jumped away. In minutes, she returned with an armful of clothes. She dropped the pile on the coffee table and picked up a blue sundress with a matching hat. "For you."&lt;br /&gt;Tori looked at her in disgust. "You're kidding, right?" Ashley shook her head and smirked. "Fine," she sighed as she took the dress and stormed into her bedroom to change, leaving Ashley to pick a set of clothes for herself.&lt;br /&gt;Within minutes, Tori returned and Ashley stepped out of her own room opposite of Tori's. "Nice dress," Ashley snickered.&lt;br /&gt;Tori made a face at her. "Why do you get the normal...ish clothes?"&lt;br /&gt;Ashley rolled the long sleeves of the light brown button up shirt to her elbows. "Because I got the stuff. Don't complain." She pulled the dark trousers up a bit higher on her waist. "And I'll fit in better with the crew."&lt;br /&gt;"Crew? We're going to the ship?" Tori seemed to whine.&lt;br /&gt;"Hell yes," Ashley said excitedly. "We are getting on that boat if it's the last thing I do."&lt;br /&gt;"Will we get to see Mr. Denham?"&lt;br /&gt;Ashley made a face. "Ew. No way. He's a complete ass. We're staying far from him," she said, walking over to the table and picking up a black trench coat. Ashley handed a similar brown one to Tori. "Kinda chilly in Winter. Best put it on." Ashley swiped the remote off the couch and pushed the menu button. She proceeded to select Scene Selection and scolled all the way down to 40. "Ready? I'm gunna try to jump us to the ship directly."&lt;br /&gt;Tori buttoned a few of the jacket's buttons and grabbed Ashley's arm. "Go ahead." Ashley smiled as she concentrated deeply on the boat in the background of the scene. In a blink, the two disappeared from their apartment building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969432905553848820-316801836793520324?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/316801836793520324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/07/lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/316801836793520324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/316801836793520324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/07/lol.html' title='Look @ Teh Awesome Hat. Lawl.'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sm-oXVibwpI/AAAAAAAAAR0/doF7LyfWGsg/s72-c/Hallam-Foe-1469.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-8932393329206559986</id><published>2009-07-19T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:21:56.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chumscrubber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='king kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='icons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Picture Post</title><content type='html'>Boredom while I download some stuff offa iTunes so here's some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmOeSHLXXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/wluWiJDCHHM/s1600-h/lifeasahouse-sam.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360302015502572642" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmOeSHLXXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/wluWiJDCHHM/s320/lifeasahouse-sam.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmOeR16n87I/AAAAAAAAAP8/PBbIlicy7ig/s1600-h/not+what+i+planned.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360302010868954034" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmOeR16n87I/AAAAAAAAAP8/PBbIlicy7ig/s320/not+what+i+planned.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmOeR_8FQGI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Q5LpxxR7FJ8/s1600-h/accident.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360302013559423074" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmOeR_8FQGI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Q5LpxxR7FJ8/s320/accident.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmOmCE47_UI/AAAAAAAAAQk/FWzPGVSAJiU/s1600-h/sexualtensioN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360310536103525698" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmOmCE47_UI/AAAAAAAAAQk/FWzPGVSAJiU/s320/sexualtensioN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmOmBzc9vwI/AAAAAAAAAQU/jShObntaCGw/s1600-h/jb-kungfu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360310531422797570" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmOmBzc9vwI/AAAAAAAAAQU/jShObntaCGw/s320/jb-kungfu.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmOmBwZ2OII/AAAAAAAAAQc/LlCgYGjzq50/s1600-h/smile.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360310530604415106" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmOmBwZ2OII/AAAAAAAAAQc/LlCgYGjzq50/s320/smile.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmOn6Ns4XqI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/DlQUZoHs7uM/s1600-h/D--.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360312600053178018" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmOn6Ns4XqI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/DlQUZoHs7uM/s320/D--.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmOn5hXwI1I/AAAAAAAAAQs/xYWUQdZSt5M/s1600-h/lovegriffinquote1cx5.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360312588153398098" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmOn5hXwI1I/AAAAAAAAAQs/xYWUQdZSt5M/s320/lovegriffinquote1cx5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmOn548s2OI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/BH0nkCS_zC8/s1600-h/cafe+racer+jacket+repl[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360312594482387170" style="WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmOn548s2OI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/BH0nkCS_zC8/s320/cafe+racer+jacket+repl%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmOo8wF-9sI/AAAAAAAAARU/-3eInVWt87I/s1600-h/young.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360313743156639426" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmOo8wF-9sI/AAAAAAAAARU/-3eInVWt87I/s320/young.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmOo8hXcxjI/AAAAAAAAARE/vyyTQ7oOzBo/s1600-h/car_look.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360313739203364402" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmOo8hXcxjI/AAAAAAAAARE/vyyTQ7oOzBo/s320/car_look.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmOo8xrvjpI/AAAAAAAAARM/Bh8FXjOJgSA/s1600-h/jb_con..bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360313743583448722" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmOo8xrvjpI/AAAAAAAAARM/Bh8FXjOJgSA/s320/jb_con..bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6969432905553848820-8932393329206559986?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/8932393329206559986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/07/picture-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/8932393329206559986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/8932393329206559986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/07/picture-post.html' title='Picture Post'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmOeSHLXXGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/wluWiJDCHHM/s72-c/lifeasahouse-sam.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-7136727263088002193</id><published>2009-07-18T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:19:19.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hallam foe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>You Watch Them For Hours From Slates and Clock Towers</title><content type='html'>So I just got home about 2 hours ago from teh beach. It was fun, relaxing I guess. Didn't go swimming one bit. Had no urge to. Did shop though. Got a band tee at the surf shop. Might watch some of Hallam Foe tonight. I saw it a day or two before I left but missed bits and pieces, and i'm writing a fan fic for it. Yay. I'll post a few pics from it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359910281518391666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmI6AMXeIXI/AAAAAAAAAPU/s3Y3lO9bZbk/s320/hf-poster.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmJBbYqEwnI/AAAAAAAAAPc/GBWn3_ZrKR0/s1600-h/hf-h.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359918445255508594" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmJBbYqEwnI/AAAAAAAAAPc/GBWn3_ZrKR0/s320/hf-h.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmJFInwQ2xI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QIuNtDQjQls/s1600-h/foee.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359922520936995602" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmJFInwQ2xI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QIuNtDQjQls/s320/foee.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmJFIvV25BI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YnUeZ6WhngI/s1600-h/feel+good+lost.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359922522973725714" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmJFIvV25BI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YnUeZ6WhngI/s320/feel+good+lost.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmJJunyJFTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JjRtCnXu5nw/s1600-h/looking.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359927571826414898" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmJJunyJFTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JjRtCnXu5nw/s320/looking.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry. Best I could do with icons. Not many people post them publically I guess on LJ...&lt;br /&gt;And apparently, &lt;a href="http://www.getyourpeople.com/"&gt;www.getyourpeople.com&lt;/a&gt; has a blog with stuff about the movie. I'll be checking it out later. Feeling very inspire to write. G'bye fer now!&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/6969432905553848820-7136727263088002193?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/7136727263088002193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-watch-them-for-hours-from-slates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/7136727263088002193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/7136727263088002193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-watch-them-for-hours-from-slates.html' title='You Watch Them For Hours From Slates and Clock Towers'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SmI6AMXeIXI/AAAAAAAAAPU/s3Y3lO9bZbk/s72-c/hf-poster.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-2532916444269360774</id><published>2009-07-11T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:07:00.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='defiance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>Such a Fangurl Night...*swoon*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SllvBoSo1lI/AAAAAAAAAPE/m8ZqfPLCykk/s1600-h/0011zsa7.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357435305520059986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SllvBoSo1lI/AAAAAAAAAPE/m8ZqfPLCykk/s320/0011zsa7.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I just watched &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Deathwatch&lt;/span&gt;. Boy was it confusing. It was good, but had downfalls. Firstly, IT LOOKED LIKE SOMETHING I COULD MAKE. Like simple shots, etc. Secondly, since I watched it on the computer the coloring &amp;amp; some lighting was bad. Thridly, it had me downright lost at points. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357435544000314306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SllvPgswu8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/eyLt7ZwPYV8/s320/2zh4028.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otherwise, I quite enjoyed it. Bell &amp;amp; Serkis did good jobs. [They lasted till the end...Bell that is. Serkis dies. ((SPOILER! ZOMG!)) But yeah. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SlluI1SM0WI/AAAAAAAAAOs/FcGmOQiqq1c/s1600-h/ng8th1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357434329755341154" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SlluI1SM0WI/AAAAAAAAAOs/FcGmOQiqq1c/s320/ng8th1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm off now to work on a fan fic and watch Defiance for the 5th or 7th time. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357434743147548706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sllug5SlUCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/W6tD4bWvJwc/s320/0028wzsa.png" border="0" /&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/6969432905553848820-2532916444269360774?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/2532916444269360774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/07/such-fangurl-nightswoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/2532916444269360774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/2532916444269360774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/07/such-fangurl-nightswoon.html' title='Such a Fangurl Night...*swoon*'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SllvBoSo1lI/AAAAAAAAAPE/m8ZqfPLCykk/s72-c/0011zsa7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-6761557201464973392</id><published>2009-07-06T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:59:02.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='king kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>Rules Should Be Made For Fangirls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Or maybe just me...cuz let me tell you. I had a drink with my mom tonight. Only one with very little alcohol, and I do it very rarely. This was like the first time since around...christmas I think. Anyways. I was bored so i was like, "Hey. I'm gunna watch the King Kong Post Production Diaries!" So I watched it and once it got to the footage of the cast on the red carpet in NY, and they had th part with Jamie and that guy who plays Hayes...Guess who started like giggling and just buting out laughing? Yeah. This one. Right here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did it again when they had the cast say like a little goodbye thing indivdually for the diaries on the red carpet @ Wellington or whereever. During Adrien..something [guy who plays Jack] and Jamie's, I just couldn't stop snickering and laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aw man. The things that make me laugh. I'm smiling an about to just thinking about it. But I can't figure out why still....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm gunna go sleep now. My head hurts from thinking &amp;amp; I'm actually tired for once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SlLGBRufofI/AAAAAAAAAN4/txG4l9pElh8/s1600-h/jimmyomgicon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355560632137523698" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SlLGBRufofI/AAAAAAAAAN4/txG4l9pElh8/s320/jimmyomgicon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BTW: Torence has dubbed me OMG Jimmy [or spelled OMG Jimmeh] Inside joke, but it's funny as hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969432905553848820-6761557201464973392?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/6761557201464973392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/07/rules-should-be-made-for-fangirls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/6761557201464973392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/6761557201464973392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/07/rules-should-be-made-for-fangirls.html' title='Rules Should Be Made For Fangirls'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SlLGBRufofI/AAAAAAAAAN4/txG4l9pElh8/s72-c/jimmyomgicon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-1755218838464812706</id><published>2009-07-05T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:56:04.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>I Have One Thing To Say Today. Or Five...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SlFmSqbYm9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/pWyBp28-o9M/s1600-h/GAMER=SMEXY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355173902733056978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SlFmSqbYm9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/pWyBp28-o9M/s320/GAMER%3DSMEXY.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Lol. Technically. It's 24 things, but who the hell's counting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SlFnTF1qL3I/AAAAAAAAANY/Gmft4DYdQko/s1600-h/admit+it.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355175009602645874" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SlFnTF1qL3I/AAAAAAAAANY/Gmft4DYdQko/s320/admit+it.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SlFnTbpBOmI/AAAAAAAAANg/rKQlXLNoGCw/s1600-h/jimmyomgicon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355175015455210082" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SlFnTbpBOmI/AAAAAAAAANg/rKQlXLNoGCw/s320/jimmyomgicon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;---New Nickname from Tori thanks to this icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6969432905553848820-1755218838464812706?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/1755218838464812706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-one-thing-to-say-today-or-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/1755218838464812706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/1755218838464812706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-one-thing-to-say-today-or-five.html' title='I Have One Thing To Say Today. Or Five...'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SlFmSqbYm9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/pWyBp28-o9M/s72-c/GAMER%3DSMEXY.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-8368168483194538640</id><published>2009-07-04T19:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T19:23:08.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='defiance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>"We are the Bielski Otriad. Want to join?"</title><content type='html'>So because my lovely stomach ailment is acting up and I've seemed to develop an spell of insomnia: I'm having a miniture marathon of my favorite movies tonight. First up is &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Defiance&lt;/span&gt; [which I'm watching at the moment w/ commentary by the director], then &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;King Kong&lt;/span&gt; [2005 Peter Jackson version of course], and then &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jumper&lt;/span&gt;. I may throw on &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Disturbia&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Indy 4&lt;/span&gt; but I'm not entirely sure yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty white horse in Defiance. Look's like one my dad's friend is Texas has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El oh el. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Total fangurl conip&lt;/span&gt; over Jamie's character Asael in &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Defiance&lt;/span&gt; right now. He does a wonderful job, and shockingly I think Daniel Craig did a good job. He should quit being Bond and they should bring back Pierce Bronsnan. Wow. Why the 007 randomness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack. Asael's character just got married and the scene blows me away. Only because they mirror the marriage with a battle between the germans and russain partisians Zus is with. *Sigh* It amazes me. Oh and the fact that it's snowing during the whole scene BEAUTIFULLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gunna stop spoiling things, if you don't know the story about the Bielski brothers, and recommend the movie now. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DEFIANCE&lt;/span&gt;. Watch it.&lt;br /&gt;(Note: the trailer is on an earlier post!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969432905553848820-8368168483194538640?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/8368168483194538640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-because-my-lovely-stomach-ailment-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/8368168483194538640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/8368168483194538640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-because-my-lovely-stomach-ailment-is.html' title='&quot;We are the Bielski Otriad. Want to join?&quot;'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-2589398382711328517</id><published>2009-06-25T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:21:43.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>I’ve had it with these motherfucking jumpers in my motherfucking space-time continuum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SkP3xfLc-9I/AAAAAAAAAMI/2QdhKbVsS-I/s1600-h/jamiejumper5vt2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351393211801467858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SkP3xfLc-9I/AAAAAAAAAMI/2QdhKbVsS-I/s320/jamiejumper5vt2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SkP2kuazsGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Knc7CMFTpKQ/s1600-h/jumper-game-wp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351391893042475106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SkP2kuazsGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Knc7CMFTpKQ/s320/jumper-game-wp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lawl. Samuel L. Motherfucking Jackson. Makes me giggle. Anyhoo. I'm just chillin' and watching one of my favorite movies: King Kong, and gettin' ready to write some fan fic! Woot. Perfect combo. 'Specially since the fan fic is about the movie. So yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Have a party in your pants or something while you read the first chapter of my fan fic called &lt;strong&gt;Control&lt;/strong&gt;. It's the sequel to &lt;strong&gt;Reckless&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chapter 1: Nervous&lt;br /&gt;"Ha. Got yeh!" Griffin shouted loudly. Angela furiously button mashed on the playstation controller. She was not about to let him beat her for the third round in a row. The duo were playing their fifth bout of a fighting game on the PS2 because they had nothing better to do. Angela thought about trying some tactical strategy. She nudged his arm with her elbow playfully, leaning a bit on him. "'ey! Cheater," he said, giving her a shove back. She fell over slightly as her character landed the finishing move on Griffin's character with a push of the square button.&lt;br /&gt;"I win," she said proudly as she looked over at him at stuck her tounge out. He turned and shot her a smirky glare. At that moment, she felt a jump. "Hey David," she said as she selected a new character. She saw Griffin was doing the same. The two knew David was the only jumper they knew of that would just...drop in.&lt;br /&gt;"Griffin," he said sonding out of breath. "Remember that Paladin we tracked last week?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah? What's yer point?" he said glancing up at him from the tv screen.&lt;br /&gt;Angela looked up and noticed David looked ragged, as if he'd been running a mile. 'Or maybe from a Paladin?...' "Did something happen?"&lt;br /&gt;David nodded. "Followed me. A pair of 'em. Managed to ditch them in Norway, though."&lt;br /&gt;Griffin put his controller down. "Alright. Let's go clean up your mess then," Griffin sighed.&lt;br /&gt;David nodded before he disappeared and returned seconds later with Millie in tow. "Another mission?" she wined.&lt;br /&gt;Angela smirked. 'Today's gunna be interesting.' "Hi Millie," she smiled. Angela became friends with Millie after spending time being cooped up in the lair when the guys went on their "hunts," as Griffin called them. Millie could be whiny and overbearing sometimes, but it was nice to have someone to talk to. Someone to just hang out with, whom was a girl too.&lt;br /&gt;Griffin stood up and gave Angela a kiss on the cheek. "Next time, we'll go," he whispered to her. She nodded with a tiny grin. He walked over and stood next to David, who was making googly faces at his girlfriend. "C'mon loverboy," Griffin said pushing David as he jumped. The two disappeared and Millie turned around.&lt;br /&gt;"So what are we playing today?" she asked with a giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Three Days Later)&lt;br /&gt;Millie paced the area of lair behind the tv set. "They're usually back by now aren't they?" she asked, shooting a look of concern over to Angela while fiddling with the string from her red sweater dress.&lt;br /&gt;Angela simply shrugged. "Usually, but if the Paladins are 'trolling then it could take longer. Wouldn't want 'em tracking them back here and killing you, would ya?" She couldn't help but be blunt. It was the truth. She saw Millie shiver nervously. "Sit down and chill," Angela told her as she got up and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. She stuffed a hand in the pocket of her hoodie. 'So damn nervous. David's with Griffin and he won't let him take too much of a beating,' she silently joked. Her thought was interrupted when she sensed a jump and spun around to see David. Millie lept off the grey beaten couch and flung herself into his arms. 'No thought process. He could be hurt...' Angela noticed Griffin wasn't with him. "Where's Griffin?"&lt;br /&gt;. David peeled Millie off of him, showing his once nice hunter green t-shirt to now be in ruin with numerous holes and a rip. When Angela glanced down, she saw his dark blue jeans had soot all over the front. "I'm not sure. We parted ways in Seoul," he said as he made his way over to the couch. He sat with a big sigh and a clingy brunette girlfriend glued to his side. "I haven't seen him in a day."&lt;br /&gt;Angela's jaw dropped. "You're kidding, right? It's a joke..." she shook her head, trying to get thoughts about Griffin being hurt and captured out of her head.&lt;br /&gt;She saw out of the corner of her eye Millie go to rub David's abdomen and he flinched. Her attention was back on the two. Millie raised his shirt, revealing bruises and welts across his chest. "What happened David?" Millie asked.&lt;br /&gt;He winced as she lightly prodded one of the bruises. "Paladin fight in," he hissed in pain, "Russia." Millie started to freak out over his wounds and scrambling around the lair for medical supplies.&lt;br /&gt;Angela took her spot on the couch next to David. Staring him in the eyes she asked, "Where's he?"&lt;br /&gt;David rolled his shoulders in, what seemed to be, a painful manner. "Like I said, we parted ways. He's probably being pissy or something somwhere."&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"I kinda blew our cover," he grinned.&lt;br /&gt;"Way to go!" Angela shouted. "Haven't you learned yet from going with him on all those hunts?!" Angela groaned, throwing her hands in the air before storming into the bedroom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351393602601971634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SkP4IPBjb7I/AAAAAAAAAMY/zHdIIqJYung/s320/griffy!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Griffy! Lol. Stupid fan girl brain....*grumble*&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/6969432905553848820-2589398382711328517?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/2589398382711328517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-had-it-with-these-motherfucking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/2589398382711328517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/2589398382711328517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-had-it-with-these-motherfucking.html' title='I’ve had it with these motherfucking jumpers in my motherfucking space-time continuum!'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SkP3xfLc-9I/AAAAAAAAAMI/2QdhKbVsS-I/s72-c/jamiejumper5vt2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-3303619388275803069</id><published>2009-06-24T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:16:22.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>Take a deep breath.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SkJ7J82CJRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/AHy_R_4j0u8/s1600-h/writing+a+tradgey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350974718151370002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SkJ7J82CJRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/AHy_R_4j0u8/s320/writing+a+tradgey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here we go. A rant for the day because I'm just so....URGH! Today is not a happy day. Quite frankly, it's been a bad day. I'm baby sitting [which I hate], my friend who mentioned going to a movie is M.I.A, another friend is just being a total dick, and a closer friend is depressed &amp;amp; I can't cheer her up cuz she's at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Onwards! I must mention I'm getting sick and tired of being one-uped. (If you don't get what that means, then look it up althought it's probably going to be wrong.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Revenge is coming.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SkJ7Jt-04iI/AAAAAAAAALw/8XR5yHZucn8/s1600-h/no+faith+left.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350974714161717794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SkJ7Jt-04iI/AAAAAAAAALw/8XR5yHZucn8/s320/no+faith+left.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/6969432905553848820-3303619388275803069?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/3303619388275803069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-deep-breath.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/3303619388275803069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/3303619388275803069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-deep-breath.html' title='Take a deep breath.'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SkJ7J82CJRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/AHy_R_4j0u8/s72-c/writing+a+tradgey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-5553596932614364574</id><published>2009-06-16T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:25:06.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Last Chance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Griffin looked at the lifeless form on the couch. It hurt him to see her like this. She'd been out cold for an hour now without the slightest bit of movement since she passed out on the floor of the lair. He got up and moved to the refridgerator, getting out a bottle of water for himself, looking very grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;"Nya..."&lt;br /&gt;Griffin turned around and saw her looking around nervously. "Penelope?" Her eyes were wide and her breathing was heavy. "Pen?" Griffin said as he walked towards her. He watched as she lightly prodded her stomach with the palm of her hand and then looking at Griffin again. She looked confused and child-like as her eyes locked on him. "Yeh were stabbed. Lucky fer you I patched yeh up, but you'll still need ta go to the doctor." She nodded silently. "Are you gunna talk?" he smirked.&lt;br /&gt;She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Penny looked down at her hands as she leaned against the arm of the couch. "They're gone. Both of them..." Her voice was cracked and raspy.&lt;br /&gt;Griffin sat on the edge in the middle of the couch. His mind flashed to seeing her brother's corpse on the floor of the college room. He wasn't sure what to say. "I'm...sorry?" he said, half questioning if he should be saying the words as he watched her. Her eyes slowly moved to him. She keeps lookin' at me like that and I'm gunna feel bad about all this. "C'mere already," he sighed as he held out his arms towards her. She crawled, not moving the blanket, to him and curled up in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;"I won't cry Griffin," she said strongly as she held her arms around his waist.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for that one, Griffin thought, arms across her back and hugging her against his chest. "We'll get Roland. I promise," he said, kissing the top of her head. They just sat like that for what seemed to be forever until Griffin said, "Now how about that doctor?" as he stroked her hair. He heard a slight giggle from her. "Was that a laugh?" She pulled back and smiled weakly with a nod. "Alright then." He let go and wrapped the grey blanket around her before jumping to a hospital.&lt;br /&gt;The hospital was a place Griffin had gone to a while back when he got a slash on the arm from a Paladin. He claimed it was an accident at his job and they treated it without question. A nurse caught a glimpse of them walking into the emergency room. "Oh my!" she gasped, seeing the blood on Penny's shirt. Shit. Forgot about that, Griffin cursed himself for not having her change her shirt before arriving. The nurse took Penny from his arms. "What happened?" Griffin was fuming about the fact that the nurse had just taken her, but he manged to say, "She had an accident." The nurse threw an odd look over her shoulder as she helped Penny to a room.&lt;br /&gt;When they got in the room, the nurse sat Penny on the examination table. "I'll be right back. And my name's Ruth," she smiled, walking to the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;Griffin stood next to Penny. She glared at him. "What?" he asked defensively.&lt;br /&gt;"I hate doctors. And hospitals," Penny grumbled.&lt;br /&gt;"Get used to it Pen. I'm not exactly a doctor."&lt;br /&gt;Ruth returned with a doctor. She was writing on a clipboard as the doctor looked Penny up and down. "What happened?" he asked when he noticed the blood stains on her shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Penny went to speak, but Griffin cut her off. "We were helpin' out some friends build onto their house and she got a good thwack from a board with a nail in it." The doctor eyed him suspiciously and nodded. Ruth, standing behind him, was writing notes about the story.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor, whose name Griffin saw stitched onto the coat as Dr. Addler, was lifting her shirt to examine the wound. "Are you sure it was a nail? It's pretty deep..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes it was a nail," Penny protested. "Can you just patch me up and send me on my way?" She sounded, and looked, angry.&lt;br /&gt;Griffin smirked. Someone really dispises doctors.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry miss?..."&lt;br /&gt;"Mrs. O'Conner," Griffin interrupted.Dr. Addler looked at him curiously before turning back to 'Mrs. O'Conner'. "We'll need to run some tests and make sure you don't have any internal hemorrhaging or problems. It could be a day or two."Penny frowned with a groan. "Thanks honey," she sarcatically said to Griffin.Griffin winked at her. "Anytime."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;This is the first chapter from my fan fiction called Last Chance. It's the sequel to Jumper:First Sight. Really short and now up on &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/"&gt;www.fanfiction.net&lt;/a&gt; Please visit and review it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969432905553848820-5553596932614364574?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/5553596932614364574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/5553596932614364574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/5553596932614364574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-chance.html' title='Last Chance...'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-3837961667164217682</id><published>2009-06-06T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T10:21:03.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaia'/><title type='text'>Gaia Online: The Place for Fan Girls&amp;Boys</title><content type='html'>So I logged into my Gaia and was bored. I made a new one. It's like a super rookie so yeah. Add me if you see me lurking around.&lt;br /&gt;Note: I'm using it to win gold in arenas mainly so that's why it's a dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaiaonline.com/badge/18898035/?_gaia_mkt_=410"&gt;http://www.gaiaonline.com/badge/18898035/?_gaia_mkt_=410&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[url=www.gaiaonline.com/profiles/18898035][img]http://a2.cdn.gaiaonline.com/gaia/members/ava/73/5c/6472feee1205c73_flip.png[/img][/url]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969432905553848820-3837961667164217682?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/3837961667164217682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/06/gaia-online-place-for-fan-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/3837961667164217682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/3837961667164217682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/06/gaia-online-place-for-fan-girls.html' title='Gaia Online: The Place for Fan Girls&amp;Boys'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-7386148352599341252</id><published>2009-05-17T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:04:26.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='icons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee incident'/><title type='text'>Hit in the Face by Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/ShBfU3WblBI/AAAAAAAAALY/zmvQzw_0A4I/s1600-h/g_s[A].png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336870370494092306" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/ShBfU3WblBI/AAAAAAAAALY/zmvQzw_0A4I/s320/g_s%5BA%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today my mum and sisters wanted to go get food. So i was like "sure, but you better let me bloody drive." So long story short, we go through the drive thru and i order an iced latte w/ vanilla. [If you know me, you know I don't drink coffee at all really] I got a funny look from my mum once we got through ordering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, she has to run in and get my little wanker of a sister other food special and i went to drink the coffee and it splatters out and hits me in the face at the same time. Literally! It was weird. I like freaked out and my sisters were laughing and looking at me funny. It was the only highlight of my weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/ShBfU_5xVII/AAAAAAAAALg/4xqKxeGjpds/s1600-h/wtf.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336870372789802114" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/ShBfU_5xVII/AAAAAAAAALg/4xqKxeGjpds/s320/wtf.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/ShBfU_Y11FI/AAAAAAAAALo/9ujjAVpCEiU/s1600-h/for+real.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336870372651684946" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/ShBfU_Y11FI/AAAAAAAAALo/9ujjAVpCEiU/s320/for+real.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup. Reallll exciting. *Eyeroll*&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/6969432905553848820-7386148352599341252?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/7386148352599341252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/05/hit-in-face-by-coffee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/7386148352599341252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/7386148352599341252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/05/hit-in-face-by-coffee.html' title='Hit in the Face by Coffee'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/ShBfU3WblBI/AAAAAAAAALY/zmvQzw_0A4I/s72-c/g_s%5BA%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-7237063707914998266</id><published>2009-05-16T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:54:38.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oneshots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slash'/><title type='text'>Crazy? Nope Just a Fan Girl!</title><content type='html'>So I was trying to figure out how crazy I really am. On livejournal they have this 100 fan fiction challenge in the JumperSlash Community, and guess who just entered it...ME! Yay. No reward for it most likely but my reward are 100 short fan fictions that could lead into a new story.&lt;br /&gt;The rules are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;all entries must be more than 250 words&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;must include some David/Griffin or Griffin/David&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and finally you must use a prompt from each of two lists.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The lists are wicked long [100 on each]. You pair and write. I've got my first one done and i plan on writing two or three more tonight. I'll post them on here periodcally, but prolly be like 3-5 at a time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969432905553848820-7237063707914998266?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/7237063707914998266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy-nope-just-fan-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/7237063707914998266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/7237063707914998266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy-nope-just-fan-girl.html' title='Crazy? Nope Just a Fan Girl!'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-438351114661778741</id><published>2009-05-09T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T16:43:28.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='defiance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boredom. I really hate it. Yet it loves this blog apparently.&lt;br /&gt;So im working on my story [Reckless] and 2 music vids.&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;Here's a trailer for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b89ae4ffda2d7037" 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://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db89ae4ffda2d7037%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329973476%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E87DFF61E3332DFFF4E6970F1FE61EF2F0D2452.41B10E4110C680AF824890D7AC7F11507FFF6BE7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db89ae4ffda2d7037%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D47HDkJY-SnyDl69Kow9SUf0nMZ4&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://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db89ae4ffda2d7037%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329973476%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E87DFF61E3332DFFF4E6970F1FE61EF2F0D2452.41B10E4110C680AF824890D7AC7F11507FFF6BE7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db89ae4ffda2d7037%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D47HDkJY-SnyDl69Kow9SUf0nMZ4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this is for Defiance. Its that war movie about the three jewish brothers in Poland during WW2. But don't take it from me. Read this descrption.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Based on an extraordinary true story, "Defiance" is an epic tale of family, honor, vengeance and salvation in World War II. The year is 1941 and the Jews of Eastern Europe are being massacred by the thousands. Managing to escape certain death, three brothers take refuge in the dense surrounding woods they have known since childhood. There they begin their desperate battle against the Nazis. Daniel Craig, Liev Schreiber and Jamie Bell star as brothers who turn a primitive struggle to survive into something far more consequential – a way to avenge the deaths of their loved ones by saving thousands of others.&lt;br /&gt;At first it is all they can do to stay alive. But gradually, as whispers of their daring spreads, they begin to attract others – men and women, young and old – willing to risk everything for the sake of even a moment's freedom. Tuvia (Craig) is a reluctant leader and his decisions are challenged by his brother, Zus (Schreiber) who worries that Tuvia's idealistic plans will doom them all. Asael (Bell) is the youngest – caught between his brothers' fierce rivalry. As a brutal winter descends, they work to create a community, and to keep faith alive when all humanity appeared to be lost.&lt;br /&gt;"Defiance" is directed by Edward Zwick ("Blood Diamond," "Glory") from a screenplay by Zwick and Clayton Frohman, based on Nechama Tec's non-fiction book of the same name. The producers are Zwick and Pieter Jan Brugge. The team recreating the forest haven includes two-time Oscar®-nominated cinematographer Eduardo Serra ("Blood Diamond," "Girl with a Pearl Earring"), production designer Dan Weil ("Blood Diamond," "The Bourne Identity") and Oscar®-winning costume designer Jenny Beavan ("Gosford Park," "A Room with a View").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969432905553848820-438351114661778741?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b89ae4ffda2d7037&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/438351114661778741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/05/boredom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/438351114661778741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/438351114661778741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/05/boredom.html' title=''/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-1475429745364049234</id><published>2009-05-07T14:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:45:39.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invisible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='icons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><title type='text'>Bulk Icon Post</title><content type='html'>Boredom strikes so Ill strike ya'll with icons!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNUQEaxvTI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QoSPtxS3WBc/s1600-h/kermit-yay.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333199018777492786" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNUQEaxvTI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QoSPtxS3WBc/s320/kermit-yay.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNUQTBazyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zFhT-lGi8S8/s1600-h/killing+fav+charas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333199022697664290" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNUQTBazyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zFhT-lGi8S8/s320/killing+fav+charas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNUQLlAcQI/AAAAAAAAAJg/nnZ3U8vpDWw/s1600-h/tact.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333199020699447554" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNUQLlAcQI/AAAAAAAAAJg/nnZ3U8vpDWw/s320/tact.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNTw5vqzYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ObZ03kFaEaU/s1600-h/super+hero+labeouf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333198483336383874" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNTw5vqzYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ObZ03kFaEaU/s320/super+hero+labeouf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNTwtjt0bI/AAAAAAAAAJI/u9YcQD69TaI/s1600-h/usetheforce.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333198480065024434" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNTwtjt0bI/AAAAAAAAAJI/u9YcQD69TaI/s320/usetheforce.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNTwbEhn6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/Zgg5f_w7s1w/s1600-h/bells.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333198475102363554" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNTwbEhn6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/Zgg5f_w7s1w/s320/bells.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNTwflvRsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WH4KUcNs_1w/s1600-h/FIVEOCLOCK.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333198476315412162" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNTwflvRsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WH4KUcNs_1w/s320/FIVEOCLOCK.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNTwRZXCMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/MGwwIz8-8kI/s1600-h/hidden+fan+girl.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333198472505395394" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNTwRZXCMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/MGwwIz8-8kI/s320/hidden+fan+girl.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNTIiYJR-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/wq8ODXHgc9Y/s1600-h/hg-keep.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333197789868935138" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNTIiYJR-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/wq8ODXHgc9Y/s320/hg-keep.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNTIow2oeI/AAAAAAAAAIo/HZ5_XZOQeNc/s1600-h/hg-surprise.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333197791583183330" style="WIDTH: 100px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNSppPrmbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/K1Ly7XzlcpU/s320/bang+bang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNUQYg9viI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Fp1BU_pPeP8/s1600-h/kilgon.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333199024172154402" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNUQYg9viI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Fp1BU_pPeP8/s320/kilgon.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNRLidDUVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/pOTwef5Vsf4/s1600-h/tough&amp;amp;weakness.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333195642405867858" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNRLidDUVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/pOTwef5Vsf4/s320/tough%26weakness.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNRLcJXHII/AAAAAAAAAFw/xc8f2j9k5oM/s1600-h/hell+yeah.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333195640712666242" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNRLcJXHII/AAAAAAAAAFw/xc8f2j9k5oM/s320/hell+yeah.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNRLXka2YI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a_Vivg2iVQY/s1600-h/juicebox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333195639483980162" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNRLXka2YI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a_Vivg2iVQY/s320/juicebox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNRnECy_fI/AAAAAAAAAGg/rFp48M5jB-Y/s1600-h/TI-icon-19.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333196115279019506" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNRnECy_fI/AAAAAAAAAGg/rFp48M5jB-Y/s320/TI-icon-19.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969432905553848820-1475429745364049234?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/1475429745364049234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/05/bulk-icon-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/1475429745364049234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/1475429745364049234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/05/bulk-icon-post.html' title='Bulk Icon Post'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SgNUQEaxvTI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QoSPtxS3WBc/s72-c/kermit-yay.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-6731046730794935045</id><published>2009-05-03T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T14:21:49.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oneshot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><title type='text'>Random Lost-ness?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sf4KwXbtvYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/rX5gUz9Q-no/s1600-h/17_lost_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331710834893503874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sf4KwXbtvYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/rX5gUz9Q-no/s320/17_lost_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So. Out of Boredom. Me and Sarah concocted this little baby I like to call &lt;strong&gt;Lost Randomness: Drunk&lt;/strong&gt;. It may or may not turn into a series of random little one shots of me and her messing with the characters in some sort of joke we have.&lt;br /&gt;Indulge!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drunken Randomness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(A one-shot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Desmond, Charlie, and Hurley were all sitting around the small fire they made on the deserted end of the shore away from camp. They were laughing and having a good time, drinking the whiskey they nicked from Sawyer's vacant tent earlier, like they had done a few evenings before.&lt;br /&gt;Two shadowy figures that none of the men had noticed stood in the tree line, watching the events.&lt;br /&gt;“I said may-bee. Your gunnta be teh one ta save me,” Charlie sang off tune to Desmond holding out his hand, serenading the Scottish man.&lt;br /&gt;Hurley laughed with Charlie. Desmond laughed before taking another swig out of the bottle. Hurley got up. “Where ya goin' brotha?” Desmond asked, looking up at the large man.&lt;br /&gt;Hurley glanced up twice towards the tree line. “Uh. I think I'm gunna hit the tent, dudes,” he said nervously as he ran off towards the camp.&lt;br /&gt;Charlie strummed his guitar. Desmond prodded at the fire. The energy around the two died down and became awkward.&lt;br /&gt;A loud squeak from behind them made them jolt around to see who or what was near. It was two unfamiliar people. One leaped, tackling Desmond playfully. “Desi-chan!” It was a young girl. Her glasses fell off as she glomped him. Desmond had a stunned look upon his face. She sat up, pulling the girl off him. “Who're you?” The other girl was sitting next to Charlie, poking him in the side.&lt;br /&gt;The girl who tackled him picked her glasses up as she got up and put them back on her face. “Well. I'm Sarah, Don't 'cha know?” She mimicked an Irish accent. “Mmmkay?” Sarah said smoothly. She sat down in the sat, carefully brushing off her dark hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;The other girl poked Charlie enough to make him fall over laughing. She took his guitar. “An' I'm Ashley,” she pointed out. She strummed the guitar as Charlie looked curiously at Desmond, then glared at Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;“Gimmie tha,” he said loudly in his British accent. Ashley rolled her eyes and handed it back to him.”My guitar,” he hugged the instrument close protectively.&lt;br /&gt;“What're ya doin' here?” Desmond prodded.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah took a stick and drew in the sand. “Stop asking so many questions, ya fuckin' noob.” Desmond and Charlie exchanged looks of curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;Ashley sighed. “We obviously walked here,” she rolled her eyes. Charlie stared at her in amazement. “Just kidding. Well...halfway.”&lt;br /&gt;“So anyway. I bring you a message Desmond,” Sarah said looking at him. Ashley was giggling behind her, throwing sand at Charlie. She swung around and glared with a Muppet face at Ashley. Ashley burst out laughing. She turned back to Desmond with a serious look. She put a hand on his shoulder. “Desmond...you're gunna die,” Sarah said imitating his Scottish accent.&lt;br /&gt;Desmond had a look of shock. “What?...Are you-”&lt;br /&gt;She cut him off. “Naah. Just kidding,” she laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Desmond pouted. “Tha's not nice.”&lt;br /&gt;Charlie joined in. “Yea mates. Don't joke about tha kinda thing,” he said sitting his guitar out of reach from Ashley who was after it again.&lt;br /&gt;Ashley crossed her arms and made a frumpy face. “Hmph. And I thought Drive Shaft was the best. Guess I was wrong.”&lt;br /&gt;Sarah got up and moved next to Charlie, moving the guitar behind her. “Drive Shaft sucks.”&lt;br /&gt;Both Ashley and Charlie looked over at Sarah with a great ferocity. She pointed at Ashley. “See she doesn't really think that,” she proved.&lt;br /&gt;Ashley stuck her tongue out at Sarah and pulled her beanie down. Desmond moved next to Ashley in front of the fire. She poked him with her foot. He looked at her with annoyance. “Stop that.”&lt;br /&gt;“Rawr,” she roared making her arms move like the Cloverfield monster. Sarah laughed and did the same. The two girls sighed in unison.&lt;br /&gt;Charlie looked from Sarah to Ashley a few times. “So...Where your parents?” He questioned.&lt;br /&gt;Ashley looked at him. “Don't worry. They know where we are,” she told him. “And if not we left a note,” she giggled.&lt;br /&gt;“Yup. Left to go to mysterious island. Be back when we find our way,” Sarah chimed in.&lt;br /&gt;Desmond laughed a bit and shook his head. Charlie clenched the bridge of his nose with a grin.&lt;br /&gt;Ashley and Sarah looked at each other. “Ready to go have that hot pocket fight with Benry?” Ashley asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh yeah!!!” Sarah yelled as she punched her fist into the air. “Then can we go have that battle with Sawyer?” she begged.&lt;br /&gt;Ashley nodded. “Sure,” She leaned over and cheerfully gave Charlie a squeezing hug. “Don't do drugs,” she said sternly. She stood up.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah rustled Charlie's hair. “Yeah.” She jumped over the fire and glomped Desmond again. “Just for times' sake,” she said. She stood up, brushing her self off. Charlie was snickering to himself. Desmond glared at him. “Aye,” he reluctantly said. “Why don't ya tackle him?” he pointed at Charlie. At that moment, Ashley tackled Charlie from behind. Sarah and Desmond laughed.&lt;br /&gt;“Happy?” Ashley giggled as she stood up. Charlie sat back up as he looked at Desmond. “No more drinking for us.”&lt;br /&gt;“Right.” Desmond said wide eyed as Ashley and Sarah went off to find their next destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it? Let me know!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969432905553848820-6731046730794935045?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/6731046730794935045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-lost-ness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/6731046730794935045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/6731046730794935045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-lost-ness.html' title='Random Lost-ness?'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sf4KwXbtvYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/rX5gUz9Q-no/s72-c/17_lost_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-3901147768419513988</id><published>2009-04-24T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T17:01:31.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>One Sweet Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's complete! Jumper: First Sight has finished it's "limited run". El oh el. It was great to write and I'm positive it had great recepion and feedback on Fan Fiction. Oh my community, I love thee! ^^ Anyhoo. I got this wonderful art done of the OC main character, Penelope Collins. Here it is.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328412088164267186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SfJSkCPttLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DbPvpjCm2x8/s320/Penny-colorsketch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it? Let me know what you think of this superb art by Finesha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969432905553848820-3901147768419513988?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/3901147768419513988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-sweet-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/3901147768419513988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/3901147768419513988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-sweet-love.html' title='One Sweet Love'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SfJSkCPttLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DbPvpjCm2x8/s72-c/Penny-colorsketch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-7037339105446627536</id><published>2009-04-13T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:34:50.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chumscrubber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invisible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first sight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Several Major Book Chains Would Be Willing to Disagree with You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SeNpilAJ7hI/AAAAAAAAADw/n2WrqeWia9k/s1600-h/J24noFaithleft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324215227251289618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SeNpilAJ7hI/AAAAAAAAADw/n2WrqeWia9k/s320/J24noFaithleft.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So...I read this statistic once, that the average kid sees somethng like 10,000 dead bodies on TV before he turns 18.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lawl. Just kidding. Well sorta. I just recently watched a movie called &lt;strong&gt;The Chumscrubber&lt;/strong&gt; and i really liked it. It's now welcomed into my favorite movies family! Yay. And I also watched &lt;strong&gt;The Invisible&lt;/strong&gt; the other day, but that one is already apart of the family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things have been going good lately. Been getting noticed more on Fan Fiction, which i HIGHLY recommend you visit and check out my story called &lt;strong&gt;Jumper: First Sight&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i'm just gunna post a poem from the movie &lt;strong&gt;The Invisible&lt;/strong&gt; to end this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Day burns down to night, Burns the edge of my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the night I break into sparks of suns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And become fires in a dust of bones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Night knifes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My breath swallows whole my tongue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Turn back Reverse return &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the night I see the real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Concealed in the day's bright lie Eyes stitched shut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;White teeth smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sleep walks and talks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And feet mark time of day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The character Nick Powell from &lt;strong&gt;The Invisible&lt;/strong&gt; wrote this in the movie. I really like it.&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/6969432905553848820-7037339105446627536?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/7037339105446627536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/04/several-major-book-chains-would-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/7037339105446627536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/7037339105446627536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/04/several-major-book-chains-would-be.html' title='Several Major Book Chains Would Be Willing to Disagree with You'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SeNpilAJ7hI/AAAAAAAAADw/n2WrqeWia9k/s72-c/J24noFaithleft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-6663204535597010539</id><published>2009-03-29T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T06:54:11.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Vote for my Who's Hotter poll!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sc99RuBibrI/AAAAAAAAADo/4FG5icITajM/s1600-h/100_1992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318607428313575090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sc99RuBibrI/AAAAAAAAADo/4FG5icITajM/s320/100_1992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sc98nR1zcfI/AAAAAAAAADg/0KHHe4SLcpI/s1600-h/griffin-wp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318606699193659890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sc98nR1zcfI/AAAAAAAAADg/0KHHe4SLcpI/s320/griffin-wp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Griffin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sc98FVcP0mI/AAAAAAAAADY/iP8nx5m8wHs/s1600-h/griffin+david.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318606116044657250" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sc98FVcP0mI/AAAAAAAAADY/iP8nx5m8wHs/s320/griffin%2Bdavid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David being Jack'd against a wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So these are the people you're voting for. Vote Now!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6969432905553848820-6663204535597010539?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/6663204535597010539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/03/vote-for-my-whos-hotter-poll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/6663204535597010539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/6663204535597010539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/03/vote-for-my-whos-hotter-poll.html' title='Vote for my Who&apos;s Hotter poll!!'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sc99RuBibrI/AAAAAAAAADo/4FG5icITajM/s72-c/100_1992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-1601061108690869087</id><published>2009-03-22T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:34:08.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='icons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><title type='text'>Jumper: Her Story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/ScbKnE4DibI/AAAAAAAAADI/1Rw_TnFkDy8/s1600-h/0003ry03.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316159182830012850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/ScbKnE4DibI/AAAAAAAAADI/1Rw_TnFkDy8/s320/0003ry03.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/ScbKVMqL34I/AAAAAAAAAC4/16rUc5ZCk2U/s1600-h/griffindone1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316158875681677186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/ScbKVMqL34I/AAAAAAAAAC4/16rUc5ZCk2U/s320/griffindone1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm about to begin a fan fiction for one of my favorite movies: Jumper! Woot. I'll be posting it on Fan Fiction so watch for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/~bellatrixkale"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/~bellatrixkale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you read it![[Icons of Jumper, but Griffin is the one in my story.]]&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316158983019850898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/ScbKbchmbJI/AAAAAAAAADA/1cRtI-YveUM/s320/0000eckz.jpg" border="0" /&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/6969432905553848820-1601061108690869087?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/1601061108690869087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/03/jumper-her-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/1601061108690869087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/1601061108690869087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/03/jumper-her-story.html' title='Jumper: Her Story.'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/ScbKnE4DibI/AAAAAAAAADI/1Rw_TnFkDy8/s72-c/0003ry03.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-1781093004319286773</id><published>2009-03-12T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:19:23.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oasis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><title type='text'>After All...You're My Wonderwall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SbluLRKzcrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QHHIwlvqtP0/s1600-h/nightmare.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312398375326544562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SbluLRKzcrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QHHIwlvqtP0/s320/nightmare.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sblt6mloaaI/AAAAAAAAACI/CYg5TlHGh1A/s1600-h/my+wonderful.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312398089018436002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/Sblt6mloaaI/AAAAAAAAACI/CYg5TlHGh1A/s320/my+wonderful.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Really Love This Song. Heard It When Younger But Lost Brought Me Back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oasis- Wonderwall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is gonna be the day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That they're gonna throw it back to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By now you should've somehow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Realized what you gotta do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't believe that anybody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feels the way I do about you now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Backbeat the word was on the street &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That the fire in your heart is out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sure you've heard it all before &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you never really had a doubt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't believe that anybody feels &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way I do about you now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the roads we have to walk along are winding &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the lights that lead us there are blinding &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are many things that I would Like to say to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know how &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because maybe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me ? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And after all You're my wonderwall &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today was gonna be the day? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But they'll never throw it back to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By now you should've somehow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Realized what you're not to do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't believe that anybody &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feels the way I do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;About you now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the roads that lead to you were winding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the lights that light the way are blinding &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are many things that I would like to say to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know how I said maybe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me ? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And after all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're my wonderwall &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said maybe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me ? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And after all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're my wonderwall &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Said maybe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ah...Thanks Lost...&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/6969432905553848820-1781093004319286773?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/1781093004319286773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-allyoure-my-wonderwall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/1781093004319286773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/1781093004319286773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-allyoure-my-wonderwall.html' title='After All...You&apos;re My Wonderwall'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SbluLRKzcrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QHHIwlvqtP0/s72-c/nightmare.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-2811587871053344678</id><published>2009-03-05T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:24:44.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts You Can't Decode.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SbB7Se6cxhI/AAAAAAAAACA/jeipAIuNnVg/s1600-h/timeisrunningout-claire.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309879518135895570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SbB7Se6cxhI/AAAAAAAAACA/jeipAIuNnVg/s320/timeisrunningout-claire.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SbB7G0GXU1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/oi5almLCtMc/s1600-h/polar+bear+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309879317664584530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SbB7G0GXU1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/oi5almLCtMc/s320/polar+bear+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So things have been...iffy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mini-spat with Sarah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Filming In Studio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Project.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yayy. But yeah. Short. Sweet. And to the point. Can't type much more...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't Wait!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969432905553848820-2811587871053344678?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/2811587871053344678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-thoughts-you-cant-decode.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/2811587871053344678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/2811587871053344678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-thoughts-you-cant-decode.html' title='My Thoughts You Can&apos;t Decode.'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SbB7Se6cxhI/AAAAAAAAACA/jeipAIuNnVg/s72-c/timeisrunningout-claire.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-4898328821063827740</id><published>2009-02-15T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T09:28:49.255-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>In The Rain The Pavement Shines Like Silver...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SZhQwMnXSJI/AAAAAAAAABw/nIRzgXVW-tE/s1600-h/watchmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303077350179031186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 43px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SZhQwMnXSJI/AAAAAAAAABw/nIRzgXVW-tE/s320/watchmen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;...All The Lights Are Misty In The River...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear i always over think things. I've still got last night on my mind. I kinda think he cared for about 15 minutes. Made me happy for all those. Maybe even longer he cared, but on my luck probably not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;...In The Darkness, The Trees Are Full Of Starlight...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i'm listening to a podcast called &lt;strong&gt;Comic Geek Speak Watchmen Footnotes episode #2&lt;/strong&gt;. Its a good podcast. They go over the Watchmen comic books. [I cannot wait for the movie!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some odd reason &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; love love love to post song lyrics with my posts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;...And I All I See Is Him And Me Forever And Forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969432905553848820-4898328821063827740?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/4898328821063827740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-rain-pavement-shines-like-silver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/4898328821063827740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/4898328821063827740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-rain-pavement-shines-like-silver.html' title='In The Rain The Pavement Shines Like Silver...'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SZhQwMnXSJI/AAAAAAAAABw/nIRzgXVW-tE/s72-c/watchmen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-7127647340683755298</id><published>2009-02-14T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:04:10.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumping Your Mind To Some Who [?] Cares?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It felt like you gave me up before you gave me a 2nd chance the second time around. It maybe easy for most people to give up and forget, but im not like that. The things around a person can remind anyone of someones face or scent or anything. And i can't exactly ask my mind to stop feeling a way i feel about someone. Like people forgiving and forgetting. I don't like that phrase cuz it doesnt happen like that for me. I can never forget and just barely forgive. Im puting the rest of my first thought at the end where, hopefully?, it will make more sense. You said, if i remember, that there was no emotional connection. I really dont even know what that means, to tell you the truth. Im not sure if you ever REALLY felt the way i felt about you. I mean i contemplated so many things those few days, before it was over. I thought about using words i hate being used, i thought about doing something i'm pretty much against, and i thought about something i'm not capable of any other time. Thats why its hard to let go. and thats something i'd hope you can understand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Priceless. Knowing Someone might care at one point. Even better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just poored out my mind to someone i hope will one day care. I might change my mind about that eventually but i kinda hope i dont.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969432905553848820-7127647340683755298?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/7127647340683755298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/02/dumping-your-mind-to-some-who-cares.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/7127647340683755298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/7127647340683755298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/02/dumping-your-mind-to-some-who-cares.html' title='Dumping Your Mind To Some Who [?] Cares?...'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969432905553848820.post-4022287863971062748</id><published>2009-02-13T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:08:22.215-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Hey Mr. DJ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SZZtSrymO8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/8MK3JrO2rKA/s1600-h/nemesis-dansen-.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302545779035356098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 51px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SZZtSrymO8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/8MK3JrO2rKA/s320/nemesis-dansen-.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...Can you put a record our way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Been listening to way too much of Cobra Starship today. Between WoWing, bands playing in my ears, and sugar cookies I've had one of the most boring days yet. (Cue "Lonely Day" by System of a Down) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So It's 1:50 AM and I can't sleep. What more is there to do then watch Grey's Anatomy and Smallville, or play some Dragon Warrior Monsters 2: Tara's Journey. (I'm sooo detailed.) I just have a lot on my mind at the moment. I'm wondering how Alex will respond to my message, I'm thinking about how many things I have translated tonight, I'm wondering when exactly I will be getting to the movies with Sarah and Derek, and I'm wondering why the heck I always tend to miss my favorite shows the nights they're on. Like &lt;em&gt;Lost&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Fringe&lt;/em&gt;, and now &lt;em&gt;Dollhouse&lt;/em&gt;. And what's with the short easy names now? Who knows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Note: I Will &lt;strong&gt;Always&lt;/strong&gt; Have A Random Picture With a Post!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969432905553848820-4022287863971062748?l=bellatrixkale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/feeds/4022287863971062748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-mr-dj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/4022287863971062748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969432905553848820/posts/default/4022287863971062748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellatrixkale.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-mr-dj.html' title='Hey Mr. DJ...'/><author><name>Bellatrix Kale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16400466714680674223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/S0IgOvR_OXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/616yYVNVlFk/S220/charlienohome+by+mata090680.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luIsn09NqMs/SZZtSrymO8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/8MK3JrO2rKA/s72-c/nemesis-dansen-.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
