<?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-19280628</id><updated>2011-07-01T14:13:57.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AnotheR DIsturBed KId</title><subtitle type='html'>tHIS wILL pROBABLY bE jUST aNOTHER bORING pAGE tO yOU bUT iF yOU kEEP rEADING i'M sURE yOU'LL hAVE aT lEAST a cOUPLE oF lAUGHS...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-116294125208846951</id><published>2006-11-07T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T15:14:12.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no bloG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;holy shit, it's been so long and soooo many things have happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc0000;"&gt;later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Scoot :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-116294125208846951?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/116294125208846951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=116294125208846951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/116294125208846951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/116294125208846951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/11/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time, no bloG'/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-114428938569791105</id><published>2006-04-05T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T19:09:45.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Balloon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;The frying pan's scattered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;The gummy bears twitch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;The radio clock shrieks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I've got an itch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;An itch, I say, here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Right here on my knee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;What a dreadful itch it is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;'Tis itching or scratching scratch the itch free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;My pumpkin juice drink,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;No, for it is orange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Actually, it's blue but, yes, it's orange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Made from the orange oranges...that doens't rhyme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;My head now spinning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;what's wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Licking the rubber pole, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;From the oak tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Bean pole, it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;No, no, it's just rubber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Like a big rubber ball,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;But a pole with some flubber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;The great butterfly once told me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;"Eat the mushrooms, they're great."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;So I picked that damn mushroom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;And the mushroom I ate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;~Tyanna Doss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Dedicated to: Quite a few people, lol, get ready...Twiggy, Lakyn, Michelle, Kaitlin, Andy, Corey, Evan, and Lindsey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-114428938569791105?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/114428938569791105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=114428938569791105' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/114428938569791105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/114428938569791105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/04/balloon-frying-pans-scattered-gummy_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-114279631267545624</id><published>2006-03-19T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T11:25:12.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Why do I not write as much as I used to?? I truly don't know, I swear on my nose. I have the time...once in a while I have the time. It is the dreadfulness of this town that does it to me. It prevents me of having an exciting life and therfore, nothing to write about. Oooooh what a world, what a world. Hehe, NAW!! Most of the time I just forget. I'm on Spring Break right now but I won't be here for a  while for I am going away to a land of magically magical magicalliciousness. It'll be fun, I swear, I promise, it WILL be fun! DO NOT LAUGH, it is no lie, I shall have a good time and you shall like it!! AND I will be taking pictures out of the bunghole so you'll be able to feel full on what a wonderful blast I was having, like a clown out of a canon (how scary is that!?). WELL, I must be going now. "Come hither!!" the shower is calling to me. "Come hither a bask in my beautiful teardrops of water." I must answer these pleads so I can clean myself and repel the evil jigglypuffs from me...they scare me.....I'm so scared right now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;UNTIL NEXT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;scooooot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-114279631267545624?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/114279631267545624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=114279631267545624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/114279631267545624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/114279631267545624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-do-i-not-write-as-much-as-i-used.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-114238762235271227</id><published>2006-03-14T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T17:53:42.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i almost died today, guys......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-114238762235271227?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/114238762235271227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=114238762235271227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/114238762235271227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/114238762235271227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-almost-died-today-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-114222221129627059</id><published>2006-03-12T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:56:51.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;BLAH!!!!&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/19280628-114222221129627059?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/114222221129627059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=114222221129627059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/114222221129627059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/114222221129627059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/03/blah.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-114177253900644231</id><published>2006-03-07T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T15:02:19.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;Kaitlin, Tracy, and Myself in a ginormous cave :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/me,%20tracy,%20&amp;%20kt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/400/me%2C%20tracy%2C%20%26%20kt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-114177253900644231?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/114177253900644231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=114177253900644231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/114177253900644231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/114177253900644231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/03/kaitlin-tracy-and-myself-in-ginormous.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-114116395252823160</id><published>2006-02-28T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T13:59:12.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hello, friendly friends of the outside world. I have quite a bit of news and yet, I doubt I'll be able to tell all of it now 'cause I'm just a dork and will more than likely forget a lot and have to come back and tell it later. Sorry, hehe. Well, Billy's back for good this time :D I don't know if I already told you guys this but I'm telling you again. When I stayed the night with Tracy, Billy's dad (Joe) called Bonnie and told her that she needed to come pick him up 'cause he couldn't handle his shit anymore. So now he's back for good, hehe, I'm so happy. Anywho, other news, my birthday is on the 9th, woohoo! I'm so excited. Gosh, I'm such a kid but it's all good, I hate age classifications. Hehe, I'll only be 15 but that matters not, what matters is that I'm one year closer to 18 when I can finally GET OUT OF THIS TOWN!! Hmm, what else is new...umm...Well, I'm becoming a loooooser. But I'm not gonna explain that now 'cause my dad reads my website and soooo (I'll tell you about it later, Twiggy, hehe). Well, I told you guys I wouldn't remember what all there was to say but there is more, I promise so I suppose I'm gonna go for now but I'll finish filling you in LATER. Until Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;       Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;XxX tyanna XxX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-114116395252823160?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/114116395252823160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=114116395252823160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/114116395252823160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/114116395252823160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/02/hello-friendly-friends-of-outside.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-114039760278960720</id><published>2006-02-19T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T17:06:42.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/Zach2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/320/Zach2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;~~~~~~~ Poor Zach got put in Juvie on Thursday. His court date is Saturday and then he'll know if he gets out or has to do more time. I don't think I'm gonna explain this one 'cause he's just like my bro, I love him to death, and I don't think I wanna tell people shit that he doesn't know I'm sayin. Zach-don't lose hope, Bro. I love ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;                 ScoOt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-114039760278960720?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/114039760278960720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=114039760278960720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/114039760278960720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/114039760278960720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/02/poor-zach-got-put-in-juvie-on-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-114039237020455622</id><published>2006-02-19T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T15:39:30.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Guess what, guys!!! Billy's back to stay this time and we're back together and it's gonna be fan-fucking-tastic!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-114039237020455622?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/114039237020455622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=114039237020455622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/114039237020455622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/114039237020455622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/02/guess-what-guys-billys-back-to-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-114013049059775701</id><published>2006-02-16T14:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T14:54:50.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Hello! How are you guys? I'm just dandy, I suppose. Nothin' really new. I'm still enduring the everlasting torture of ISS. They make us copy every single rule every single morning :O. It's insane, i know, but I'm too afriad to protest and my other menions seem to just...somewhat embrace the sentences like it's something they just look forward to with their tormented souls and fiddly eyeballs. But I must say that I love my dear ISS palsies (shout out to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rickey, Allen, and Alicia&lt;/span&gt;) and I hope that they will never leave me in there alone. They haven't anytime so far :D so I too embrace the sentences out of respect for Rick, Allen, and Alicia. Speaking of Rickey, he was sooo fucked up today. I don't know what he took or how much of it but he sure did take somethin, hehe. It was quite funny to watch but seeing as how you guys weren't there...I'm sorry...but you couldn't of seen the utter funliness of it. My birthday is less than a month away :D. March 9th, I'm excited. I'll hopefully get my digital camera so then I can truly infest your mind with my insanely great days of life that I go through every day, hehe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;It will be marvelous. Pictures everywhere, everywhere, everywhere!! But for now, all I have is the hope that Kaitlin keeps sending me the pics from her camera, lol. But I must be going now. I have to go do something before my head explodes. I can feel it already starting to expand. Oww, oh it hurts. IT HURTS! NO, DON'T EXPL&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/19280628-114013049059775701?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/114013049059775701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=114013049059775701' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/114013049059775701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/114013049059775701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/02/hello-how-are-you-guys-im-just-dandy-i_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113958885206046569</id><published>2006-02-10T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T08:32:54.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Helloooooo! I have a free day today in CBA 'cause I finished all my work. WOOHOO!! It's marvelous, I know. New news with Billy...he got in more trouble with the cops for "little stuff" and him, Josh, plus a couple of their friends are gonna get in trouble some more, golly gee, 'cause, well, I'm not gonna tell you why 'cause it's kinda not good but they're gonna beat the holy poop out of these kids (and I refer to everyone as kids, they're 16 &amp;amp; 17, hehe, so they're not beating up actual kids, don't worry). It's terrible, for him. He might have to go under house arrest for a bit, possibly juvie for just a couple of weeks, and his dad may even send him to bootcamp. If that doesn't happen though he's gonna be moving back really soon!!! I'm so excited! Hehe, even though it's under some terribly terrible circumstances. Anywho, I got ISS (in school suspension for those of you that don't know) because I skipped class the other day to go to the Pep Rally which wasn't even worth skipping class over because our Pep Rally's are more horible that a munchiekin clinging onto your toes with his teeth, refusing to let go until you give him so gumdrops and tootsie rolls. Yes, it's that bad. But, anywho, this is my 2nd offense with truency (bad, Tyanna, BAD) so I have to stay in that retched place of the condemed for 5 whole school days, FIVE! But I couldn't go today, lucky me, 'cause it's full. I guess this school is just overrun with big bad meanie-heads. Hmm, I wonder if there is any new news...did I tell you guys about Zach? Well, he's one of my bestest buddies but he moved (I'll put a pic of him up on here sometime) and he was havin' some family problems so he was supposed to come down here to stay w/ Kaitlin and myself this weekend so we could have a jolly good time and be happy and get him back into a good mood. We've been planning this for 2 weeks now, two weeks, and then yesterday, the day before we're supposed to go pick him up, he calls and says his mom changed her mind and HE CAN'T COME!! How absolutely gay is that? Jumping jehosifets, that's so gay it makes Elton John look straight! So now we're just gonna have fun all by our lonesome selves. Good golly. I don't think there is...OH, my stepdad (Dewain) got himself a tattoo. It's a blue and gold WV for West Virginia since that's where he's from and what not. It's really cool lookin but he said that it hurt and he's a tough kid so now I'm kinda reluctant to get mine but...haha...of course, I'm gonna get it. If I can bust my face from falling off of a hand rail from a 6 set and just wipe the blood off and try again then, yeah, I'm thinkin' I can take the pain of getting a small tattoo, lol. Laura (Kaitlin's mom) was supposed to come pick me up at 10 o'clock today, it's not 10:23...her tallingwawgs but be holding her up or something. Don't ya just hate those? Yeah, I do too. Well, I think I'm gonna go for now 'cause I don't think there is anything new that I could possibly tell you right now but UNTiL NeXT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love and blessings froM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(_-~*ScoOt*~-_)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113958885206046569?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113958885206046569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113958885206046569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113958885206046569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113958885206046569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/02/helloooooo-i-have-free-day-today-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113941568561363271</id><published>2006-02-08T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T08:21:25.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BILLY! I love you, and you know it. I will kidnap you soon, do not fret, for then we will run away together and never have to turn around and look back on our terrible pasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;until neXt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Everlasting love from your crazY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;                     Tyanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113941568561363271?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113941568561363271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113941568561363271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113941568561363271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113941568561363271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday-billy-i-love-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113935282485699148</id><published>2006-02-07T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T14:53:44.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Isn't he a cutie, lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/Brad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/320/Brad2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113935282485699148?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113935282485699148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113935282485699148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113935282485699148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113935282485699148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/02/isnt-he-cutie-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113935210177285366</id><published>2006-02-07T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T14:41:41.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Hehe, I'm gonna see if Michelle and Lakyn will go as Sex, Drugs, and Rock n Roll for famous trio day @ school on Thursday. That'll be great :D. I'm excited. I'll have to take some pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113935210177285366?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113935210177285366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113935210177285366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113935210177285366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113935210177285366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/02/hehe-im-gonna-see-if-michelle-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113934980715712601</id><published>2006-02-07T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T14:03:27.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hello fellow Earth inhabitors. How've you been? I've been...well, no worse, no better. Another day, ya know. Nothin' new at all. I have no energy at all, I haven't skated in 3 days. That's a looooong time for me. Golly gee, I just can't seem to muster up enough Go Out And Do It to go out and do anything. It's terrible. I don't even have anything to say. I really don't understand how we can live life for so long with it being so dull. Same routines everyday, same people everyday, same everything everyday. When Billy come's back down (OooooH, that's something new that I can tell you about): alright, subject change quickly. Billy and I were talkin and he's bringin' down his friend Josh with him from Illinois this summer. We have this whole plan that I'll explain to you (it has undergone some changes), hehe. Alrighty, I have to hook Kaitlin up with Josh 'cause he doesn't wanna be alone this summer so I'm gonna do that then Kaitlin's gonna come over to my house and we're gonna say that one of our other friends are having a party and then, of course, we're not gonna go to the party, duh, geewilikers, anywho, we're gonna get Josh and Billy outa Bill's house and then we're gonna go CAMPING!! lol, I love camping, don't laugh. It was actually Kaitlin's idea but I liked it and it was easier then the whole hotel room thing but we're probably gonna chill out at a friends house for a bit, watch some movies, drink some...koolaid. It'll be great fun. Anywho, back on what I was talkin about to begin with: When Billy come's back down my life won't be as dull. He adds drama too it, the crazy kid. Well, I'm thinkin I'm gonna go download some more music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;UNTIL next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love from the crazieS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;            ScoOt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113934980715712601?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113934980715712601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113934980715712601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113934980715712601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113934980715712601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/02/hello-fellow-earth-inhabitors.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113898547139843466</id><published>2006-02-03T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T08:51:11.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wow, what a boring life it is that I lead. I try to have wonderful and great adventures everyday so I can come home and tell all of you about it but no, it never seems to turn out how it was planned. Some force or another always interfere when I'm looking for a great time because it is just impossible for me to have one. I don't really understand it myself. Maybe it's the aliens controling the poor dear munchiekins brains, making them take the fun from my life. Now here I am, sitting in this dreadful classroom with these dreadful people being watched by a dreadful teacher, typing away. It's 10:47, class lets out at 10:55. I don't even have time to tell you anything I had intended to tell you. I never have time to at home for I am always out skating. Oh, what a world what a world. I will try however. I will try. So until next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Love from Your Tainted Conscious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;                     Scoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113898547139843466?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113898547139843466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113898547139843466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113898547139843466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113898547139843466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/02/wow-what-boring-life-it-is-that-i-lead.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113892561337826975</id><published>2006-02-02T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T16:13:33.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/1DBAKLONAQ77500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/320/1DBAKLONAQ77500.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is the board that I got. Of course it's more lovely in person and even more lovely to actually skate on but this is what you guys have to work w/, hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113892561337826975?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113892561337826975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113892561337826975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113892561337826975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113892561337826975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-board-that-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113876535246521311</id><published>2006-01-31T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T19:42:32.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Alright, I told you that I'd tell you the story of Eric. Mr. Acuna. Golly gosh. Alright, those annoying voices that whisper in my ear, dangling from my nonexistant earings will not shut their mouths so I think I should just get it over with and make it short and sweet seeing as how it's nothing interesting. Just a little background, nomean? Anywho, makin it short, we dated for 2 years, we stopped talking, then he moved, now he's back, we're talking again. Hehe, it's wonderful but no, no, no, no, no, no more than friends. No more, I refuse it. I have too much poop on my plate...umm, have I already said that once before? I don't remember. But what w/ Billy I don't think I need anyone else to worry about. lol. Gosh, guys guys guys. You'd think that there would be something else to fill my worrifullistic mind but living my life tends to be quite boring. But I did get my new board today so that's good!! I'll post a pic of it up, it's wonderful. I'll have to break it in, hehe. Well, I am so so very tired so I must be leaving you now. Until nexT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;ScooT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113876535246521311?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113876535246521311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113876535246521311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113876535246521311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113876535246521311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/01/alright-i-told-you-that-id-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113867253909871159</id><published>2006-01-30T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T17:55:39.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/Kats%20cam%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="90" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/200/Kats%20cam%20020.jpg" width="107" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;This is me and my bro Cooper. Yes, we're insane, but at least we're insane together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113867253909871159?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113867253909871159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113867253909871159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113867253909871159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113867253909871159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-me-and-my-bro-cooper.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113863983799619997</id><published>2006-01-30T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T08:50:37.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;I finally got a picture. It's of one of my little brothers (Cooper) and me. It's a good picture. It shows our family's true rocker side, hehe. At least, those of us who take after my daddy :). I'm at school right now and I'm going skating after school with Eric (ERIC'S BACK!!...I'll explain that later), Lakyn, Peter (Eric's brother), and Decan (one of my other brother's) but I will post it...sometime. Sometime soon, 'cause I want you guys to see my cute little bro. Actually, he looks like quite the little weirdo in this picutre but it's one of my favorites. Hehe, I guess he just takes after me. What can I say, I'm an influence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Until nexT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;ScooT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113863983799619997?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113863983799619997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113863983799619997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#ff6600" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#ff6600" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#ff6600" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#ff6600" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#ff6600" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#ff6600" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#ff6600" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#ff6600" size="2"&gt;Two years later. . .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113863934351525936?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113863934351525936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113863934351525936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113863934351525936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113863934351525936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/01/two-years-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113812087123047285</id><published>2006-01-24T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T08:41:11.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"A Skankaliciously, malignant mole has cropped itself up out of the blue in the very undesirable place that resides next door in the building and so therefore a trashiness has become of the street and I don't know if I can bear it's hideously tormented breath that belches from within it's disgustingly dirty oesophagus of sticky goo and glop from which sprouts unknown micropilates who consistently bend and fold into nothingness so that they may become thinner and pass between the rays of light so that no one can view them or ever even notice their presence in which you will be privy too at some time in you retched life whether your old or new or even a little see through which is nothing to be ashamed of but you must admit that you are not completely towards the norm or the abnormal anomalies that strike fear into the hearts of fly’s and mosquito’s as they suck the blood and therefore life from your wrinkled sunburnt body that you couldn't or wouldn't care to look after and be a snowman like me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Haha, that's just fan-jigglebellily-tastic, my friends! Isn't that the longest sentence that you've ever read!? It's a masterpiece, I tell you, a masterpiece. One day I will write a complete story as one sentence and it shall be good and it shall be lovely and I shall laugh at myself as I laughed at dear old Twiggy. Hehe. Nice job, I wish I could be a snowman like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;~ScooT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113812087123047285?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113812087123047285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113812087123047285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113812087123047285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113812087123047285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/01/skankaliciously-malignant-mole-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113790935592422337</id><published>2006-01-21T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T22:10:32.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/heffalump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/320/heffalump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heffalumps And Woozles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;They're black, they're brown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;They're up, they're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;They're in, they're out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;They're all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;They're far, they're near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;They're gone, they're here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;They're quick and slick, they're insincere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Beware, beware, be a very wary bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;A heffalump, a woozle is very confuzle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;A heffalump, a woozle's very sly, sly, sly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;They come in one's and twozles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;But if they so choozles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Before your eyes you'll see them multiply, ply, ply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;They're extraordinary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;So better be wary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Because they come in every shape and size, size, size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;If honey's what you covet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;You'll find that they love it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Because they'll guzzle up the thing you prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Beware, beware, be a very wary bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;If honey's what you covet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;You'll find that they love it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Because they'll guzzle up the thing you prize.&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/19280628-113790935592422337?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113790935592422337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113790935592422337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113790935592422337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113790935592422337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/01/heffalumps-and-woozles-theyre-black.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113790427816605856</id><published>2006-01-21T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T20:31:18.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/Mooninites.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/320/Mooninites.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;I love the mooninites! Haha, they are so hillarious. If you guys have never watched The Aqua Teen Hunger Force then you have no idea what I'm talking about but if you have then you &lt;u&gt;must&lt;/u&gt; agree with me for it is just simply the truth. "They're mooning us!", "Impossible, we are the mooninites!" Haha, yes, yes, very funny stuff. "What is wrong w/ your finger? It seems to be all up in my grill when it would be better placed crammed in your  buttocks.......biznach!" HAHAHAHA! You'd have to see it to understand so WATCH THE SHOW DAMNIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113790427816605856?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113790427816605856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113790427816605856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113790427816605856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113790427816605856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-love-mooninites-haha-they-are-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113790409740093533</id><published>2006-01-21T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T20:28:17.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/Evan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/320/Evan%21%21%21%21%21%21%21%21%21%21%21%21%21%21%21%21.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookie guys, it's Evan. This isn't his best look, no, not at all, he is much much much much much better looking in person but still yet he's adorable, eh? Yes, yes, I know you agree, no need to say it. Now please, close your mouth for you shall never get him! HAHAHA! He's now 18 so it's time for him to go along on his Navy quest that I may soon be going too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113790409740093533?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113790409740093533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113790409740093533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113790409740093533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113790409740093533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/01/lookie-guys-its-evan.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113790383914424101</id><published>2006-01-21T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T20:23:59.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well hello!! Hehe, if only you guys could have heard the way I said that...then it would be much funnier than me just typing "Well hello" but since you cannot hear me just know that it was funny, now LAUGH! Guess what!! I'm babysitting...on a Friday night...when I could be out being a terrible kid, hahahaha. Naw, I'm not terrible, I just know how to have fun. Well, I was skating yesterday, like always, and...well...I didn't do a thing. Lol, nope, I didn't land anything, I was very dissappointed in myself but I just wasn't feeling it. I did, however, pick up a dog. Some guy was sitting outside of the store giving them away. He's an adorable Pit Bull and his name is Rodney but my temporarily pixified mother told me that I couldn't keep the pup so now I have to find a home for him. The  poor dear. I'm afraid he will not find another home where the gnomes are aloud to run free in the bedroom (but I'm sure he'll be glad that the monsters are kept in the closets in other homes, as well). I gotta get him a good home! I'm watching Aladdin. This has to be one of the best movies ever. I've loved it since it first came out. I used to want to marry Aladdin when I was younger. I remember trying to fly on the rug in my bedroom but it never quite worked out for me. One I thought it levitated just a little bit but then realized that it was the munchiekins underneath lifting me up for I was squishing them (don't worry, I apologized). I bought a movie today! And not just any movie, it was Pretty in Pink!! I have to admit that I do despise the color pink (I'm sorry for those of you pink fanatics out there, there seems to be quite a few of you these days) but I am so desperately in love with Duckie Dale (Jon Cryer) that it's slightly sad. But I think he's positively adorable. Oh, speaking of adorable, Evan finally sent me a picture of him so now you guys will be able to see that crazy cool kid. I still have yet to get a picture of Billy but I'll soon be getting a digital camera and he's coming down this summer so I'm sure I could work somethin out there. Then I will be able to show you guys all my craziness that I wish you could have already seen but YOU'RE JUST READING THIS!! YOU CAN'T SEE ME!!....or can you? Ya know what? I don't really know if you can or not but if you can then you're laughing right now 'cause this is some pretty funny stuff. But anywho, I must be going now. I have to get this kid to sleep!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love to my faithful readerS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Scoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113790383914424101?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113790383914424101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113790383914424101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113790383914424101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113790383914424101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/01/well-hello-hehe-if-only-you-guys-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113770398519074837</id><published>2006-01-19T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T12:53:05.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;TWIGGY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hey, kid. I need to ask you a ginormous favor. I'm doing a speech on Tim Burton but can't find anything on him! It's fucking insane, I know, information should be every where but I can't find a thing. Please, please will you help me find somethin and then email it to me or just post it as a comment. My email is &lt;a href="mailto:baker_skateboards_4life@hotmail.com"&gt;baker_skateboards_4life@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. I'd really appreciate it. Love you bunches and oodles!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thanks so very mucH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;         Scoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113770398519074837?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113770398519074837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113770398519074837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113770398519074837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113770398519074837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/01/twiggy-hey-kid.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113751653168819357</id><published>2006-01-17T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T08:52:13.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well, it seems that Billy has gotten himself into a heap of ginourmous trouble this time around. The crazy kid. I promised not to tell Bonnie and Tracy, that's surely going to be hard considering they are family to me. I feel horrible keeping such a thing from them but they mustn't know so don't you go running off to tell them!! Stay put and read the terrible story. Billy and his friend Brett got pulled over by the cops, why I do not know for he could not finish his story because his dad got home and he wasn't supposed to be on the computer. Anywho, they got pulled over by the cops and they got searched. AH! This is where it gets awful. Brett had cigarettes in his backpack (he's a minor, not good) and Billy had weed in his backpack. How terribly, awfully, frightfully dreadful this is. He is going to court, more than likely going to be thrown in juvie for quite some time and then he won't be able to come down and see me and I won't be able to go up and see him and this is just a whole mess of trouble. And the thing that ticks me off the most about the situation is that he did it to himself and he doesn't even really care and he's going to continue the use of that crazy plant after he gets out. Yes, I know it's so. That is, unless his dad completely and totally cracks down on him which I have a hard time seeing happen because he's not really that strict. Anywho, I just wanted to indulge you in the drama that has again been inflicted upon me. I'm sure everything will work out but, damnit, I wish Billy wasn't so stupid!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Scoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113751653168819357?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113751653168819357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113751653168819357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113751653168819357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113751653168819357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/01/well-it-seems-that-billy-has-gotten.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113745833450631627</id><published>2006-01-16T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T16:38:54.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Can I put my thingy in your thingy?"&lt;br /&gt;~Evan Young&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113745833450631627?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113745833450631627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113745833450631627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113745833450631627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113745833450631627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/01/can-i-put-my-thingy-in-your-thingy.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113711938352722892</id><published>2006-01-12T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T18:29:43.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/zoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/320/zoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/grover.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/320/grover.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, I had to post these so I could get to them from school for a project. It's gay 'cause they won't let us look at pics at school yet they expect us to do this shit. It's freakin retarded but anywho, sorry.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/grouch.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/320/grouch.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/grouch.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/grouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/grover.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/count4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/320/count4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113711938352722892?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113711938352722892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113711938352722892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113711938352722892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113711938352722892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/01/sorry-guys-i-had-to-post-these-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113685683678800495</id><published>2006-01-09T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T17:36:40.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/Tracy..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="215" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/320/Tracy..jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/momma..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="186" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/320/momma..jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Bonnie and Tracy. They are both awesome, awesome people and I love them both bunches and oodles. They will someday be official family but for now all I can say is they're just great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113685683678800495?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113685683678800495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113685683678800495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113685683678800495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113685683678800495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-bonnie-and-tracy.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113685646663451124</id><published>2006-01-09T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T17:27:46.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hello, my readers. How are you today? Oh, I'm just fine, thank you for asking. I'm watching Wife Swap. It makes me laugh. Hmm, there's pretty much nothin new. Oh, yeah there is. Evan and I actually had a good talk today for the first time in a long while. I don't even know why. That is, until Kaitlin pissed me off and I had to get off and go skate to calm my nerves, lol. But I'd rather not discuss that right now because it's still livid in my mind and I shall surely get pissed off even more if I talk about it at this point. Well, I got invited to a party on Friday but I don't know if I wanna go or not. It would more than likely be fun but I don't know, I just really haven't been in a very partyin mood lately. I may, I may not. I need to get the down low...yeah, lol. Hmm, well, nothing is really new at all. I met some beautiful Sirens the other day but the strange thing was, they were in a swimming pool. I had never heard of Sirens luring unsuspecting men into a swimming pool before but whatever works, I suppose. We're reading The Odyssey in English now. I think it'll be a pretty good book so I'm lookin forward to it. That's about it so I think I'll go now. But I shall talk to you later!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Much Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tyanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113685646663451124?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113685646663451124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113685646663451124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113685646663451124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113685646663451124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/01/hello-my-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113675169505694420</id><published>2006-01-08T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T12:21:35.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Of course things are not all smooth sailing and perfect on the wave infested ocean of life but are they better? A smidge, I do believe. I spent some time w/ Kaitlin last night (she helped me watch my demonic younger brothers. No, really, they are twisted) and so I got to hear what was new w/ her and all that great jazz. Nothing is really ever knew w/ her though so that wasn't too exciting. She helped a lot w/ the kids for she has much more patience then me when it comes to ones their age and before I knew it, she had them sound asleep and was bugging me to teach her to ollie (which really isn't an easy thing to teach). I tried my damndest, though. Then she got on the computer. Not good. Her and Josh (Martinez) got into another horrible fight and now they're no longer speaking to one another. Wow, she was very very angry. She went outside and screamed...a lot. I can't say that I care though. Josh can be, to put it frankly, an ass at times and last night was one of those times. Then she got into the shower which is her solution to everything and I finally got to talk to Bill. We figured shit out. He made it back to Illinois ok so that's great. I finally got to see him, though it was just on webcam. He's just as adorable as he's always been. He said that he just couldn't do long distance (which is a bunch of bullshit but oh well) and that he was sorry. So, we devised a plan. It's not a very good one, but it works out alright, I suppose. We don't really have to break up w/ one another. When he comes here, we're together. No matter what, always. But when he goes back we can date other people, not matter who and only if we don't get too awfully serious w/ them. There is one bad thing that's happened to my poor dear. He's kinda turned into quite the little pothead. He's been like it ever since he moved back to Illinois but he told me he's gonna cut down for me and maybe eventually stop (hopefully). I mean, it could only be completely horrible for you if you do it very often, right? Well, I hope so. I sitll love 'em to death. Anywho, enough about him. I think I get to see Tracy next weekend so that's really narly. She moved back to Huntsville w/ her Aunt Michelle and Uncle Shane so now she's closer to me again. That's good. She's got herself a little boyfriend who lives in Little Rock. Haha, I guess they're gonna try to keep the long distance thing down. I can officially skate again!!! WOOHOO! YAY! As long as I don't get too crazy.....I don't know if I'll be able to do that but I can try. That's pretty much all that's new so I guess I'm gona go. Love much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ScooT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113675169505694420?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113675169505694420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113675169505694420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113675169505694420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113675169505694420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/01/of-course-things-are-not-all-smooth.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113652770401216431</id><published>2006-01-05T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T22:08:24.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life has lost its meaning. fuck it. fuck it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113652770401216431?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113652770401216431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113652770401216431' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113652770401216431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113652770401216431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/01/life-has-lost-its-meaning.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113642974377798972</id><published>2006-01-04T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T18:55:45.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;The Tell Tale Heart-by: Edgar Allan Poe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUE!-NERVOUS--very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am! but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses--not destroyed--not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily--how calmly I can tell you the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible to tell how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! Yes, it was this! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture--a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees--very gradually--I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded--with what caution--with what foresight--with what dissimulation I went to work!&lt;br /&gt;I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it--oh, so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, so that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly--very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha!--would a madman have been so wise as this? And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously--oh, so cautiously--cautiously (for the hinges creaked)--I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights--every night just at midnight--but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he had passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.&lt;br /&gt;Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers--of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back--but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness (for the shutters were close fastened, through fear of robbers), and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.&lt;br /&gt;I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out: "Who's there?"&lt;br /&gt;I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed listening;--just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or grief--oh no!--it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise, when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself: "It is nothing but the wind in the chimney--it is only a mouse crossing the floor," or "it is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions; but he had found all in vain. All in vain; because Death, in approaching him. had stalked with his black shadow before him, and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel--although he neither saw nor heard--to feel the presence of my head within the room.&lt;br /&gt;When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little--a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it--you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily--until, at length, a single dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and full upon the vulture eye.&lt;br /&gt;It was open--wide, wide open--and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness--all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones; but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person: for I had directed the ray, as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot.&lt;br /&gt;And now--have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the senses?--now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.&lt;br /&gt;But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eye. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker' and louder and louder every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment!--do you mark me well? I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me--the sound would be heard by a neighbor! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once--once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no more.&lt;br /&gt;If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs.&lt;br /&gt;I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye--not even his--could have detected anything wrong. There was nothing to wash out--no stain of any kind--no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that. A tub had caught all--ha! ha!&lt;br /&gt;When I had made an end of these labors, it was four o'clock--still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart--for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbor during the night: suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled--for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search--search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.&lt;br /&gt;The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct:--it continued and became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definiteness--until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt I now grew very pale,--but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased--and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound--much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath--and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly--more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observation of the men--but the noise steadily increased. Oh, God; what could I do? I foamed--I raved--I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder--louder --louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God!--no, no! They heard!--they suspected--they knew!--they were making a mockery of my horror!--this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die!--and now--again!--hark! louder! louder! louder!&lt;br /&gt;"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed!--tear up the planks!--here, here!--it is the beating of his hideous heart!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113642974377798972?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113642974377798972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113642974377798972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113642974377798972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113642974377798972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/01/tell-tale-heart-by-edgar-allan-poe.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113617168319622252</id><published>2006-01-01T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T19:14:43.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two major injuries in  THREE freakin days!! And on the same god damn set! First I busted my face, blood flowing like a freakin river from my nose and then the back of my head! Blood splattered everywhere! Plus my knee is completely thrashed, I might have to get it drained because I've gotten it so banged up that it's swollen to the size of a football! Maybe I should just stop skateboarding...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! YEAH RIGHT!!! That was a good one, eh? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ScooT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113617168319622252?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113617168319622252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113617168319622252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113617168319622252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113617168319622252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2006/01/two-major-injuries-in-three-freakin.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113597062820058903</id><published>2005-12-30T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T11:23:48.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ok, guys. I'm 14 years old, yes, I know my age. I believe that I haven't told any of you about Billy and his family. I've been too busy talking about the cute guys who cross my path. I am utterly disappointed in myself for not telling you guys about them for they are a very large part of my life. I hope you will forgive me as I explain. Josh, Bonnie, Tracy, and Billy moved in accross the street from me about a year ago. Soon after I became very close friends with Tracy and I was always over at their house as was she at mine. Tracy, being Billy's sister, lived in the same house as he and I remember the first time I ever talked to him, haha, and the first time I ever saw him. I talked to him when Tracy and I were on the trampoline one day. I'd never met him at this point but I thought that it'd be fun to talk to someone that I didn't know since I just do things like that. As I talked to him we joked and laughed mostly but I didn't really realize until now that as soon as I got on the phone with him, I was more comfortable than I had been talking to any other guy in my entire life, which was weird considering that I didn't even know him yet. That night I stayed with Tracy for the very first time and I got to meet Billy. At first sight I was just like, wow. Haha, he wasn't even really that great looking. He had shaggy hair that made his head look 3 times bigger and he wasn't much taller than me (which is short) and boy did he have a mouth on him! But I was immediatley drawn to him and apparently it was the same case for him to me. I walked into Tracy's bedroom with her 2 minutes later and told her how hot her little brother was, lol (Tracy was 15, Billy was 13 *he'll be 14 on Febuary 8th*, and I was 14). No, I have nothing wrong with dating a guy ONE year younger than me, I got shit about that from a lot of people and it's not even a big deal, haha, I laugh at them. Well, after Billy and I got to know each other better we soon started dating. We wer about as close as any two can be and it was great because we could just be ourselves around each other, lol. We could fart, burp, pick our nose, or eat eggs off the floor and we would still give each other a kiss goodnight before we went to bed (we never did pick our noses or eat eggs off of the floor, lol, just thought I'd make that clear). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Haha, and soon after dating him and being Tracy's best friend I became part of their family. Bonnie now claimed me as her daughter as did Josh. I'd go to Bonnie for advice and I'd go to Josh for a good laugh or to toss a football or talk about poetry. It was great, I fit in with them just perfectly and I'd never felt more comfortable with a family. I went everywhere with them and was always at their house. I went to family dinners and get togethers, I went to Texas with them so Josh could get his truck (he was a truck driver) and I was treated as a part of the entire family everywhere I went. Well, Billy and I dated for about 3 months and I started kinda having wondering eyes for Travis (because I was friends with his stepmom and dad I saw him all the time and developed a bit of a crush) so I broke up with him. Yep, but then about a month later I got back together with him and we dated for about 3 more months and then he broke up with me because he developed a crush on Jessica...but, yes, we got back together again. Well, Josh lost his job eventually and so they moved to Hughe which isn't too far from here so it wasn't THAT big of a deal. Tracy was switching schools to Green Forest which saddened me but Billy wanted to stay in Berryville just for little 'ole me so every morning on Bonnie's way to work she dropped him off at my house at about 6:30 in the morning and he caught the bus with me. That lasted until the end of the year started to come up and he broke up with me for this trouble maker Danielle. Then he started to hang out with Luke and Greg and Doug and Bryan (not the type of people to hang out with. Stoners, liars, and big time thiefs). His grades started to drop and he started getting in more and more trouble so he eventually got kicked out of Berryville school. Well, then we got back together but we only got to see each other on the weekends when Bonnie came and got me to spend time with the family because he was  now going to Green Forest school, also. We stayed strong, though. We never cheated and we dated for about 6 months this time. Then Josh lost his job again so they moved to Huntsville. Well, this was even farther away and Billy, afraid that I would cheat on him, broke up with me. We stayed broken up for about a month again and the first time I visited them in Huntsville we started dating again. We never really broke up this time but we kind of forgot that we were dating for a while because gas prices were getting too high for Bonnie or my mom to drive from Huntsville to Berryville every weekend but then he called one night while he was with our friend Chris and we established that since we never broke up that we were still a couple and should remain that way from there on out. That's when shit got bad. Bonnie and Josh were not a very perfect couple. I loved them both and considered them both like parents to me but they were constantly, constantly fighting and Josh was on some kind of drugs that everyone thought he was off but he wasn't. Things were getting worse. Then Tracy got a little stalker hanging around their house. A honest to God stalker! Billy and Josh shot at him a couple of times and the police came out a couple of times and they even found a path that he'd worn down that he'd been taking to get up to their house every single night. So they moved again, or at least they tried. They couldn't find a house so they camped out at Lake Leatherwood for about 2 months, all of which I was with them. No, Billy wasn't there. His brother Joey had come down to visit from Illinois and he had gone back up to Illinois with him. Well, then I heard the news that he wasn't coming home...Tracy and I sat in the tent and cried for about an hour and then we got out and I cried some more, and some more, and some more...and then some more. I talked to him and he said that we needed to remain dating and that distance didn't mean and thing. He said that "the miles between us doesn't even compare to how much I love you so don't worry, we can do this." Aww, sweet kid, eh? Yeah, it always seemed like we were perfect. Well, Bonnie and Josh got a divorce and her and Tracy moved to Bentonville and I haven't seen either of them in at least 2 or 3 months. I haven't seen Billy in at least 4 or 5. Well, he's back now visiting. He's going back Monday, I haven't seen him yet but I NEED to. We talked from about 1 in the afternoon yesterday to 4:30 this morning just catching up. Haha, he pointed out to me that we never even broke up and that he was gonna be honest, he'd dated 3 girls but the only thing he had done was make out with one of them one time. Well, then I had to be honest. I told him that I hadn't really officially dated anyone but I told him all about Evan and I and I told him that I had met Brett and Josh Martinez but hadn't done anything with either of them. He thought everything that I did with Evan outweighed his dating 3 chicks and I have to agree with him (you guys still don't know everything that I've done with Evan, hehe, I'll keep it that way) but it's ok, we forgave each other, we're dating still. Ya wanna know the funny thing? We're so young you guys, that's why I stated that I know my age, as does he know his, but age doesn't mean we can't be in love, right? I'm pretty sure we are. We've put up with each other's shit for almost 2 years now, we've both cried, we've both been hurt, we've been separated by distance but we still love each other. It's weird, yes, I know it is, but it is the truth, my friends, it is. He swears that we're gonna get married some day. I don't know, but if it's true, then I won't complain. I love that crazy cool kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Scoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113597062820058903?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113597062820058903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113597062820058903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113597062820058903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113597062820058903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/12/ok-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113588684906354458</id><published>2005-12-29T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T12:10:30.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess what guys...Evan and I are talking again, imagine that. We're not gonna be any more than friends (maybe with &lt;u&gt;some&lt;/u&gt; occasional benefits), though. That'll probably be best anywho so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dont freakin get hurt anymore. But oh well, anyone who knows us will know that we won't be talking again in 3 days and then we will be again in 3 more days. It's always a continuing process of bullshit. And they say we act like a married couple, HA! We love and hate each other at the same time, my friends, and it can get oober confusing sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;scooT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;p.s: Brett went back today :(. I'm gonna have to get his number from Andy and keep in touch with him, I liked that kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113588684906354458?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113588684906354458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113588684906354458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113588684906354458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113588684906354458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/12/guess-what-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113578837629005108</id><published>2005-12-28T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T08:48:29.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Hey guys. I haven't posted in a while. Or at least it seems like that to me. I don't even know, dude, I don't even know. But I met a guy. His name is Brett. He's so cute!! He's 14 and he skates. He's funny, he seems like he doesn't get embaressed too easily (and that's a good thing if he hangs out with me). He's from somewhere up around Little Rock. He's visiting with Andy. I think he's staying until Friday, I don't know, but I have a smidge of a crush on him and I'm going skatin with him and andy today. Haha, I'm glad I'm thinking about someone besides Evan for once. YAY FOR ME!! I'm finally doing what other people have been telling me to do since I started a "thing" with Evan. But anywho, Josh is pissin me off kinda hard core about kaitlin. I don't understand his shit. He is SO jealous of the stupidest shit and he gets pissed at me for being at kaitlin's house!!! What's up with that crap. I guess I just take up too much of her time that could be spent with him. Asshole. Gosh. But, I guess I'm gonna go. I'm watching my movie...OH! I strongly suggest that you guys watch The Exorcism of Emily Rose. I really liked it. It's not scary but it was still a good movie. Well, I hope all of you guys have a splendiferous new year! Party hardy, my friends, party hardy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Scoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113578837629005108?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113578837629005108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113578837629005108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113578837629005108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113578837629005108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-guys_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113538480537405329</id><published>2005-12-23T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T16:40:05.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this little guy dancing to the song Bannana Pancakes by Jack Johnson and all your worries and all of your stress will just float away...aww, it's so relaxing, I promise you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/320/Grr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With love to my loyal friendS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scoot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113538480537405329?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113538480537405329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113538480537405329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113538480537405329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113538480537405329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/12/picture-this-little-guy-dancing-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113536233136192951</id><published>2005-12-23T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T10:25:31.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/SantaStuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/200/SantaStuck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;CHRISTMAS IS ONLY TWO DAYS AWAY, YOU GUYS!!! WOOPWOOP WOOPWOOP! It's kinda sad, though, that it's not even cold outside. No coat, gloves, scarves, or bundling up in blankets in front of fireplaces :(. It's too hot for that. Dang global warming. But, anywho, Santa Clause is still on his way! And he'll be here tomorrow! WOHOO!! &lt;strong&gt;Hope he doesn't get stuck!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;With Much Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Tyanna (Scoot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113536233136192951?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113536233136192951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113536233136192951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113536233136192951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113536233136192951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-is-only-two-days-away-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113520356385348648</id><published>2005-12-21T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T14:22:19.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;12-20-05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;EXAMS! OH MY! WHAT SHALL WE DO!? WE ARE DOOMED, ALL OF US! NOOOO! THE MADNESS! OH SOMEONE DELIVER US FROM THIS TERRIBLE TORTURE!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I actually have a feeling that I did ok in Science but I know I won't even pass in English. Damn vocabulary! Why must there be so many!? *sobs*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Well, I was just asked if I was a lesbian! WTF! No, I'm not a freakin lesbian! How retarded is that shit!? Grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;12-21-05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;More exams! I just finished Health, only 2 more to go. Evan and I are pretty much done for good. At least for good in a relationship type view. I'm still not really sure about a friendship but whatever. Screw it, things will work themselves out. I met Lakyn's guitar instructor dude, Riley, yesterday. He's freakin SEXY! He reminded me so much of Cody :(. AHH! Now I have to go to freakin Civics. I hate Civics! And I'm gonna hard core fail that test! Wish me luck on my failure! Dear, dear Michelle. She's doing my study guide for me since I didn't have time. I owe that girl my life! She does so much for me. I'll be in her debt for a long while to come. I might get to go skating with Josh today!! Joshua Joseph Martinez...awww, sweet Josh. BUT, he's very off limits :(. Freakin Kaitlin. Oh well, he's still fun to hang out with. I was supposed to go to church with him tonight and then go skating but I can't 'cause my dang family is goin to Eureka. I would rather kick it with J but whatever. Maybe I can get with him tomorrow sometime. Andy and Alyssa broke up. (Shout out to Andy: I love you, dude!! Skittles!!!). Niether one of them really seem to care so I guess it's all good. AHHH, SKITTLES, FIVE MINUTES UNTIL MY NEXT EXAM! Panic rushes through my body and worry, oh how I worry. Watching me, watching me, the little pixies are watching me. Their beady eyes are on me. Are they wishing me luck? They do not speak, why? No, no, I'm not ready! I can't take this test! NOOOO! Save me, please, someone, anyone!! AHHHH! Exasperation. It's too late...it's time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;~Scoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"And when animosity takes over the world, I will join in, screaming for revenge." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;~Scoot&lt;/span&gt;&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/19280628-113520356385348648?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113520356385348648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113520356385348648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113520356385348648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113520356385348648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/12/12-20-05exams-oh-my-what-shall-we-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113511909855765193</id><published>2005-12-20T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T14:55:38.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;FUCK EVAN!! IT'S OVER!! COMPLETELY!!!! NO MORE!! YOU GUYS WON'T HEAR OF HIM ANYMORE, I PROMISE!! THAT STUPID FUCKING LYING WHORE!!!! GOD, THAT COCK SUCKING BASTARD!!!! THAT MOTHER FUCKING DIP SHIT OF AN ASSHOLE!!!! THAT SHIT FACED, SELF CENTERED CUNT!!!! THAT SLUTTY LITTLE BITCH!!!! THAT STUPID DIPSHIT!! AHHHH!!!!! GOD!!! THAT FUCKING SON OF A FUCK!!!! THAT BASTARD!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THAT FUCKING BASTARD!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK HIM!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK HIM!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113511909855765193?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113511909855765193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113511909855765193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113511909855765193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113511909855765193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/12/fuck-evan-its-over-completely-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113504511155769238</id><published>2005-12-19T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T08:55:56.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(12-18-05, 7 p.m.) Evans pissed!! I have no flipping idea why!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(12-18-05, 9 p.m.) Evans not pissed after all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(12-18-05 11 p.m.) wtf, Evans pissed at me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(12-19-05 10 a.m.) Evans not mad anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12-19-05&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah! Evans pissed, confuzlation from HELL courses through my veins! I'm so unbelievably ticked. Only the rest of today and 2 half days to go and Ill be free, free I tell you, free! I can SLEEP! Aww, sweet sleep. Of which I have so inconsiderately deprived myself of. Gosh, stupid Tyanna, I hate you. No you dont, you just think you do! And just how do you know this? Because I am you. Good point, good point. Yes, I know, its because Im the smarter half. Ahh! The pixies are taunting me! Pulling at my pony tail and mocking my drooping eyes and pounding head. At times they can be so kind but now, oh lord, how they mock me. Corey made me cry yesterday telling me shit I didnt really care to hear. Everyone can just go screw a sheep. I dont care what they have to say about my personal relationships with other people BUT Evan and I arent talking and I have a feeling we wont be for quite a while but OH WELL!! Gosh, I wanna go back roading or something. I just need to vent without my good old knife for once. Insane in the membrane, man (Lakyn: Insane, got no brain,). I woke up late today and just went to school in what I slept in but I dont really care. Lakyn got me A COHEED AND CAMBRIA SHIRT and A RUPERT GRINT POSTCARD! I love them! Thank you, Lakyn, my friend. Ah! These damn pixies, man, let me tell ya. Time ticks on...and on...and on...and coach puts in A Christmas Story. Ive never seen this movie but I hear, "I hate this movie," all around me. Id like to formulate my own opinion, thank you! No one will shut up! Everywhere I look there are people blabbing. Grrr. Oww, three turns of the wrist. To the left, to the right, to the left again. Pop, pop, pop. Pain courses through my entire arm! My finger is broken and sore but I can handle that. Christmas is only 6 days away! Those poor little elves are working their little fingers to the bone, Im sure. The poor dears. This movie makes me laugh. Wait, NO, this is scaring me! Obsenities...whispering obsenities...whispering...to who?...the pixies, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shhhhh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Scoot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be; as a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy; take your time, hurry up, the choice is yours, dont be late; take a rest, as a friend, as an old memory."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Kurt Cobain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im supposed to be doing my math test right now but I have no idea how to do any of this crazy stuff. I was reading Kurt Cobains journals today (wow, he is so freakin great!). I wonder if someday I will be admired enough to have my journals published. I doubt it. Ill probably end up in a looney bin between now and becoming someones hero. I guess I should tell you a bit about myself so we can become more acquainted, eh? First, you need a name. Every respectable notebook has a name. How about Ron. Yes, Ron will do just fine. Well, my name is Tyanna Rae but it makes me angry that no one can pronounce it so everyone just calls me Scoot. I think Im a pretty normal kid...I think, but few others would agree, and I doubt you would either. I have (Josh 2, Talon 4, Cooper 6, and Decan 9) 4 brothers and (Taryn 12) 1 sister. I have to say that my sister is such a bitch so often that I can seriously say that I dont love her and not be lying. It's sad, yes, but she has really drivin me that far. They all make me so mad that all I can really do is laugh. Then again, I laugh at everything. Everything except sorrow. I have gotten to know sorrow way too well to laugh at it. I used to enjoy school...no, actually, I do enjoy school, I just hate the people there. Im alone most of the time. Thats alright but sometimes I get lonely * sniffle, sniffle *. Umm. Ya know what, I think this would be easier if I just kinda asked myself some questions. Hmmm...Favorite actors: Johnny Depp, Pauley Shore, Rupert Grint....; actresses: Angelina Jolie, Christina Ricci....; food: crab legs....; drink: blue tarantulas....; movie: Grind....; band: Coheed &amp; Cambria, All American Rejects....; song: Hokey Pokey by Jim Breuer, Red Right Hand by Nick Cave....; pass time: skateboarding....; school subject: science....; holiday: Christmas....; season: spring or winter....; color: oh gosh, black, dark green, dark blue, dark red, orange, dark purple....; want kids: of course....; marriage: cant wait....; Anything else, hmm, lemme think...heroes: Rodney Mullen, my daddy, my mom, Laura Johnson, the inventor of Koolaid, Tim Burton, Stephen King, Dr. Suess, Edgar Allan Poe, Kurt Cobain....; comedian: Jim Breuer....; Umm, I want to be a Forensic Psychologist when I get older...ya know, I could just keep goin on and on but I think Im not gonna. Youll learn more about me as time flies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scoot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113504511155769238?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113504511155769238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113504511155769238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113504511155769238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113504511155769238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/12/12-18-05-7-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113501013974894369</id><published>2005-12-19T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T08:35:39.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;I bought an Edgar Allan Poe tape  a couple of days ago and had to tell you guys about it. It had The Fall of the House of Usher on it and also The Tell Tale Heart. You guys need to read some Poe shit whenever you can for he too is yet another genious whos works of arts should be recognized as nothing less!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Dearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Scoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113501013974894369?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113501013974894369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113501013974894369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113501013974894369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113501013974894369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-bought-edgar-allan-poe-tape-couple.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113495316573937924</id><published>2005-12-18T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T16:46:05.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113495316573937924?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113495316573937924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113495316573937924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113495316573937924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113495316573937924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113478385497053595</id><published>2005-12-16T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T17:49:08.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And so I have started...a notebook that is. It's nothing different. Another journal to add to my many collections. Someday my kids will read them and think "what the hell was wrong with my mom?" But this is alright. Guys, I have discovered that since I have found my true insanity that I don't want to try to fit in anymore. I don't want to talk like a normal person. (Hermit, do you know how that is? When you lose that stupid little spider web connection to reality and you just want to talk like you want to talk when you want to talk that way?) Well, that is how I feel. Here was my first journal entry into my lovely new spiral bound journal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;12-16-05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cast On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And so shit hits the fan. Taryn's locked herself in my bathroom and mom and dewain have left bringing joshua with them, leaving decan and I . We're watching The Outsiders, one of the best movies ever made. Ponyboy, oh Ponyboy. So now I sip my coffee and wish that this dreaded cast was off so I could write properly. My handwriting looks like "chicken scratch" in the words of an old fart. WAITING! For Evan's call. To hear his voice, sanctuary; to see his face, so comforting; to kiss his sweet lips, NO, not tonight. He has what my fellow humanoids like to call the "common cold" and which I like to call the "common cold." OH YES! I know! How intellectually advanced am I to come up with something as indifferent as that! And time drifts on. Minutes passing, hours fading, lalala, insanity. This fucking cast! And another minute passes. What? This is sudden. In a matter of one minute my mood has changed. Now tears are falling from my moistened eyes. Thinking...thinking...thinking. JayJay. Why? Why? Wait Evan, don't leave so soon! Don't leave me behind! Time. Damn you. A dog riding on a toy truck. No, not enough to rest my eyes. Tears still stream. Oww. Salty. Bitter sweet. I cry harder. But why? Damn time, damn it. Why is it going so fast? The knomes? They skittle across the floor in front of me. They must have heard my tears falling. Grinning, but why? Grins, laughs, no. I cannot. I greive. Evan will be gone so soon. JayJay. JayJay. I miss you. Please watch over me. Don't let my life slip. Evan, I love you. Don't go so soon, don't stay gone so long. Knomes. They snicker, they dance...they help. I smile. I laugh, hehe. And I run to play with them. As my tears disappear, so do I under my bed. Lalala. "Insanity, lust, and pixie dust."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ScOOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113478385497053595?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113478385497053595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113478385497053595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113478385497053595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113478385497053595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-so-i-have-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113477881170796273</id><published>2005-12-16T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T16:21:25.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey guys. Well, today was a perfectly ok day. Nothing new happened. I've been lonely, lol, Evan's in Missouri and I don't have anyone to talk to. Hopefully I'll see him tomorrow. He might go skating in Branson and I have a family thing to go to so I don't know how that's gonna work out but it's gonna have to. And that pretty much sums up everything so until next..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ScooT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113477881170796273?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113477881170796273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113477881170796273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113477881170796273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113477881170796273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-guys_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113475153970588716</id><published>2005-12-16T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T08:52:41.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am afraid. I started out normal, and then something happened. Something has crept into my mind and hidden itself to where I cannot pluck it out. It runs from my friends guarding my sane mind and smashes it into little crumblies. But am I still sane? Is anyone really sane? I ask myself this looking around the classroom I sit in right now. How many of these people have thoughts of murderous rampages and monsters in the closet? How many are afraid of what hides in the dark and how many fight off the knomes from claiming their territory? Why do they hide their true insanity? Why must I feel singled out and alone? Left in the dark for this disasterous gift to devour me, soul and mind. No one knows this. No one knows how I feel about losing my grip on reality. But then another question presents itself. Is reality real? Are there no dragons or knights, no knomes or dwarves, no elfs or fairies, no monters nor talking broomsticks? Yes, I do believe there are. And normal? Who configured such a lie? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;No one is normal. Normal is just a mind set for everyone is different therefore there can be no "normal." My mind is wondering away. Will it return? I do not know. But I am afraid for myself. I am afraid of what will happen when I am finally gone. Gone to skip in the dandilions with my fairie friends and to fly with the pixies to Pluto to play chess with the aliens. Will I be missed? I do not know. Awaiting my journey I ponder this. Awaiting my journey my sanity seeps from my ears, nose, and fingertips. Awaiting...Awaiting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113475153970588716?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113475153970588716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113475153970588716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113475153970588716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113475153970588716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-afraid.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113466524594594466</id><published>2005-12-15T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T08:47:29.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;The most amazing and strange thing just happened to me all of 15 minutes ago. I was thinking, and thinking, and thinking...and thinking. Because that's just what I do with my spare time because I like to ponder. But, anywho, I was thinking ( we have established this I'm sure ) and all of the sudden I started thinking in rhyme. I didn't quite understand it myself but I surely did. A miniature Dr. Seuss am I. Dr. Seuss, what can we say about the good old doctor. He is ingenious. Nothing compared to my dear old Tim Burton I am afraid, but none of the less, a genious. And here I was thinking in rhyme. Getting a feel of the insanity that must have overtaken my friendly friend. Like I have already stated, I do not understand why but it helped me to see things clearer, and in a new view. Serious situations made wicked by the rythm of my own twisted imagination. I just had to tell you all for this is grrrreat news. This means that I, Tyanna Rae, am becoming a genious myself and following into the dementated path of my successors. Congratulate me and wish me luck for once I enter this realm of awesomeness there is no guarentee of return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;~ScooT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113466524594594466?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113466524594594466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113466524594594466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113466524594594466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113466524594594466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/12/most-amazing-and-strange-thing-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113459881371884040</id><published>2005-12-14T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T14:20:13.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.furnitureporn.com"&gt;http://www.furnitureporn.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You guys really need to go here, lol, it's hillarious. Evan sent it to me. Oh, how I adore him...&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/19280628-113459881371884040?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113459881371884040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113459881371884040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113459881371884040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113459881371884040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/12/httpwww_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113451529016366365</id><published>2005-12-13T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T15:09:30.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/COREY!!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/320/COREY%21%21%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOOK, LOOK, LOOK!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is Corey, you guys. I used to be so, so, so, in deep, deep like with this crazy cool kid, lol. Yes, yes, I surely was. Not bad, huh? No, no, not at fucking all!! lol. But, yes, there's Corey, I just wanted to show you guys 'cause he's just so delicious looking. I mean, come on, just eat that up! Yeah, you know it's good...haha, how about great? But anywho, lol, I guess I'm gonna go, but you guys have fun lookin at him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&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/19280628-113451529016366365?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113451529016366365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113451529016366365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113451529016366365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113451529016366365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/12/look-look-look-this-is-corey-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113451475695953049</id><published>2005-12-13T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T14:59:21.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/320/mirror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I wrote a new poem today guys, hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;       The Twisted Tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"Mirror, mirror on the wall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Who's the fairest of them all?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"Snow White, Snow White," the mirror crys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;As hatred blazes in the Queen's cold eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"I'll kill her now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I'll cut her throat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;The Queen, she whispered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Pulling on her coat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"I'll find her, I swear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Then we will see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;What she will get,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;For messing with me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Snow White was hiding,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Far, far away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;In a cottage of torture,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Which she still runs today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;The chains on the walls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;And the whips in the drawers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Prepared Snow White,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;And her little dwarfes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;As the Queen searched and searched,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Ready to kill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;She found the little cottage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;On top of the hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;But Snow White had been warned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;So invited her in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"Sweet," Snow White was thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"Let the fun begin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;The Queen handed her an apple,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"Eat up," she said, "it's good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;So she smiled and pulled up a chair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Made out of cedar tree wood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"Sit, I'll make tea."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;So the Queen sat and waited,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;While Snow White went to the kitchen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Slightly over excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;She walked up to the lever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Mounted on the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;The dwarfes, they watched snickering,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;As the Queen began to fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Falling through the hole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Landing on the bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Chains and straps go 'round her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"What the fuck," the Queen said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Snow White came down the stairs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;In her leather panties,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Her bra hanging loosly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Her boots filled with candies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Whips and cuffs in hand, she spoke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"Haha, you thought you could kill ME!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"I'm sorry," begged the Queen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"I'll leave, please let me be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"Oh, it's too late now," she answered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;As the dwarfes swarmed in smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"Take it all, bitch," she whispered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;As the Queen began her screaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;~ScoOT&lt;/span&gt;&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/19280628-113451475695953049?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113451475695953049/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113419157508736469</id><published>2005-12-09T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T21:12:55.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.midgetsoup.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.midgetsoup.blogspot.com/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; go here!! GO!!! YES! GO NOW!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehe, one of my friends sites. yeah, hes my friend, even though we dont really know each other, hes read my page, ive read his page, so ha, hes my friend, so kiss my ass, i told you he was my friend, so shut up, go to his page, and stop staring at the computer screen, why are you even on here? do you have anything better to do with your time than to read my online journal? huh? do ya? yeah, i bet you dont, but while youre already on here, why dont you just go ahead and go to his page, huh, do you have a reason not to? no, i didnt think so, so just GO ALREADY!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113419157508736469?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113419157508736469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113419157508736469' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113419157508736469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113419157508736469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/12/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113406925585786492</id><published>2005-12-08T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T12:47:09.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/skate.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px" height="402" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/400/skate.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/skate.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What the hell is goin on? HeHe. I'm in such a good mood today, although I am pretty sore. We had our first snow day of the year today, woohoo. I'm so happy. It didn't even snow an inch but I guess the roads up on the mountains and what not were pretty slushy. But it's all good by me. I needed a break. My brother and I skated for, at the very least, 2 hours last night. I broke my wrist the rest of the way, bruised the fuck out of both my knees, sprained my ankle, and cracked my board in 6 different places. Haha, we rode kinda hard. I'm so happy that I'm getting better, lol. I'm proud of myself which doesn't happy very often. I'm leaving in, like, an hour to go with Lakyn, Willow (her mom), and Jess (one of her moms friends) to some wiccan shop in...springdale, I think, but don't quote me on that one. I just got kinda bored after watching Grind for the third time today so I thought I'd get on here and write some more pointless shit that none of you care about. Hehe. I was hoping Evan would be on but NO of course not. lol. I want to go skate so bad right now but it's wet outside so I can't so I'm just sittin on my little butt listening to Coheed and Cambria (Devil In Jersey City at this exact moment). I think my favorite song of theirs would have to be Blood Red Summer. It makes me laugh. Hehe. Oh, if you're wondering why I put that picture up there...no reason at all, my friends. lol. I like it, therefore it goes up. It was at the X-games. I forgot who it was though :(. Oh well. Gosh, I'm hoping my eyes won't water (because they always do when I get on the computer) because this morning I was really bored so I did my makeup, lol. It looks pretty kick ass but I put on a lot of mascara to make my eyelashes look freakin huge so tears would not be good right now. lol. BUT, I guess I'm gonna let ya go. I don't really have anything useful to say right now anywho so until next! LATER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Much Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sCOOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113406925585786492?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113406925585786492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113406925585786492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113406925585786492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113406925585786492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-hell-is-goin-on-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113397434446819856</id><published>2005-12-07T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T12:36:32.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is one of everyones favorite poems of mine...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Vampire's Curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In the dark of night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I watch over this place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This monument of death, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So full of disgrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The blood stained pedestool,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The curtains torn and frayed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The demonic remnants,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is where they stayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The crimson drink,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Shattered by the door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Glass shards protruding,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;From the marble floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is where they killed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All the victims of their time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Raped and beaten women,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What a horrible crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But do they know any better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;They are doomed eternally,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For this is the vampire's curse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A lack of truly feeling internally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Do they really know the error,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Of their horrible ways?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The hatred they have caused,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In their pathetic craze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I question their existence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As the sun is descending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Another night in this mansion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That seems never ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The blood stained pedestal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;From where I was killed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The crimson drink on the floor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Where my blood was spilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The vampire's cure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have to endure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Is with me every night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For there is no cure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;~Scoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That is one of very, very few that I'm gonna be posting so prepare yourselves. I write at least one new poem every single day and one of these days I'm goin to post every single one of them! Mwah hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113397434446819856?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113397434446819856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113397434446819856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113397434446819856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113397434446819856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-one-of-everyones-favorite.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113390577355674991</id><published>2005-12-06T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T12:37:29.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey guys! lol. whats goin on? well, today wasn't a good day but it wasn't a bad one either, ever had one of those? I GOT TO PET COREY'S HEAD! lol, it was hillarious. I used to have a HUGE crush on him and he has the best hair ever and i would always day dream about just playing with his hair. lol, sounds weird, i know, but i did. and today he just leaned down and said "there ya go", hahaha, so i just pet his head. it sounds weirder than it was. he has such soft hair...awww...lol, but, anyway. it's supposed to snow tomorrow. i hope it does so badly. im so sick of school, i need a day off!! i finished harry potter and the half blood prince today (finally!). I strongly suggest it to anyone, it was a kick ass book. very sad, but good. i actually cried. haha. i started this new book called Pilgrim about this guy who keeps killing himself because, you know, he wants to die, lol, but he cant die...he keeps gettin reincarnated and then kills himself over and over again. it sounds funny but its actually a very serious and scientific book. just my style. well, seeing as how there is nothing else to talk about i guess im gonna download some more songs or skate videos. whatever floats my bubble, ya know. well, later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;Scoot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113390577355674991?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113390577355674991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113390577355674991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113390577355674991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113390577355674991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-guys-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113382052718336003</id><published>2005-12-05T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T12:38:15.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, guys, Kaitlin and J aren't getting back together. I don't really understand. I can't say that I'm sorry. I mean, I'm sorry that they couldn't work things out because they really do mean a lot to each other no matter what they say and so that's kinda sad. I hate it when shit doesn't go how it really should. It's just the simple fact that this drama between them has been going on for so long that it's hard to be convinced that it really is over between them, therefore I cannot really be sorry, can I? I hope they are both happy with whatever happens but until they can work it out then, what the hell. Well, Evan and I are (THANK GOD) still speaking to each other. I called him while I was with Kaitlin just to say hey, to see if he would give me the time of day and, what do ya know, he did; and then we were talkin on MSN (since I'm always on MSN) and he told me he loved me before he got off of the computer. Just a friends love, he has made that plain, but I was suprised because, well, I wasn't supposed to tell him that anymore but I just couldn't not. BUT!! On to another subject....there are no other subjects. Oh well. Oh, hey, I still haven't posted any poetry but I will soon. I just have to work up the power to type it all. This freakin splint makes it hard to type if I do type a lot. But, seeing as how I have ran out of things to bore you guys with, I guess I'm gonna go. So, I'll talk to you guys LATER!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Until Next~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ScOOt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113382052718336003?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113382052718336003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113382052718336003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113382052718336003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113382052718336003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/12/well-guys-kaitlin-and-j-arent-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113374245077328300</id><published>2005-12-04T16:13:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T12:38:49.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/panorama1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/400/panorama1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt; Hey guys. I have to tell ya, I'm so excited about christmas. It's the best holiday ever. Christmas time is always the best time of the year. Everyone is all bundled up and drinking hot coco, listening to christmas music, and bustling around in the stores. Everyone's always so happy. The kids are so adorable. Anticipating Santa Clause, not being able to wait for the presents in the morning. It's the best. I just love it all. My family and I are setting up our tree tonight, it'll be great. But, anywho, I had an awesome weekend. I stayed the entire time with Kaitlin and their family. We went to the parade in Eureka, it was beautiful. Then the next day we hung out at the Cresent which was cool. It was freezing outside but I enjoyed it. Then, today we just kinda sat around in front of the fire, drinking cider, and watching movies. I got to read a lot which is awesome since that's what I do with 85% of my life, anyway. lol. Well, there's not much else to tell. I had a really good time just being out there. It's always so quiet and peaceful. What do you guys want for Christmas? I want 1) a video camera to tape all the crazy shit my friends and I do..but I know I'm not getting that one; 2) a crap load of cds but I'll spare you guys the bore of naming them all off; and 3) GRIND!! and Sin City..and a couple of other movies. This is the first year in a really long time that I actually even have a list. I usually don't want anything and just let people get me what they think I'll like but this year I just found a lot of stuff I wanted. Oh well, I'm still considered a kid so there's nothing wrong with having a good Christmas list. Well, I guess I'm gonna let you guys go so I hope your holiday season is a great one and I'll be writing again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Much Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;ScOOt&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/19280628-113374245077328300?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113374245077328300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113374245077328300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113374245077328300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113374245077328300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-guys_113374245077328300.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113354145993757909</id><published>2005-12-02T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T12:39:20.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;What's goin on, guys? Not too freakin much here. I'm just sittin here at school being bored out of my ever loving mind! AH! Anywho, my report in Health is due today, yipee! I'm gonna have someone else read it for me. I love public speaking but I prefer debat...I like to argue. Plus, there are a lot of people in that class whom I, to put it frankly, hate and whom I try to be invisiable to so if I was to get up in front of the class then that wouldn't really be possibly, now would it? I'm probably goin to be posting some poetry on here soon by me and some of my friends. Michelle and I write a lot of poetry and Josh did so I'm gonna post a lot of that up here for you guys. I have to warn you now, though, that a lot of it is kinda depressing and poetry is our way of venting so...you do the math. I'm staying the weekend with Kaitlin...I never did give her a shout out so for you guys who don't know, Kaitlin is one of my very best friends and we've been through a lot together and still goin strong so YaY KT: you can be a real bitch at times and at times I just want to punch you in the face but I can't help but love you...but anyway, she's gonna be in a parade today and I'm gonna go with her parents whom are practically my third set, lol. Then on Saturday I'm goin with her up to the Cresent Hotel (majorly haunted, if you guys ever visit Arkansas then go to the Cresent in Eureka Springs, it is totally kick ass). I don't know exactly what we're doing but we're doing something. lol. Well, I guess that's pretty much the sum of everything that's been goin on lately so I guess I'm gonna jet but I have something for you guys to ponder, and I wonder about this so much that it's pathetic...have you guys ever wondered why smurfs are blue? If you figure it out then let me know 'cause that just drives me insane. You guys can email me anytime ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:baker_skateboards_4life@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;baker_skateboards_4life@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Much Love 2 Ya~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ScooT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113354145993757909?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113354145993757909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113354145993757909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113354145993757909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113354145993757909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/12/whats-goin-on-guys-not-too-freakin.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113347400036599517</id><published>2005-12-01T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T11:20:52.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/ron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 554px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/400/ron.jpg" width="672" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rupert Grint is sexy!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113347400036599517?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113347400036599517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113347400036599517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113347400036599517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113347400036599517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/12/rupert-grint-is-sexy.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113339032889923511</id><published>2005-11-30T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T14:39:35.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Rodney Mullen, Biotch! Greatest skateboarder in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/rodney%20mullen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="292" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/400/rodney%20mullen2.jpg" width="299" 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/19280628-113339032889923511?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113339032889923511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113339032889923511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113339032889923511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113339032889923511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/11/rodney-mullen-biotch-greatest.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113338887604299656</id><published>2005-11-30T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T14:14:36.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/vf%20cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/200/vf%20cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/vampire%20freaks%20symbol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/200/vampire%20freaks%20symbol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vampirefreaks.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;http://www.vampirefreaks.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to all my fellow freaks!&lt;/span&gt;&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/19280628-113338887604299656?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113338887604299656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113338887604299656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113338887604299656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113338887604299656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/11/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113338827005523332</id><published>2005-11-30T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T12:40:00.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/1600/Valentine"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 479px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="335" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4788/1905/320/Valentine%27s%20Day%20Massacre.0.jpg" width="479" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Gone Are The Days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do I dare wear what I was thinking of?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My true colors bleeding on my sleeve.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do I dare chance the romance that should never be,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instead of wishing for it quietly?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always at a distance I wish you'd safely stayed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Despite my persistence you fled me anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gone are the days I was afraid of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've left behind the traces of who I've been.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No longer able to wrestle with this Fallen Angel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The closer I got you pushed me away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found it easier to dance around the edges of who I could be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I chose to expose what I had done,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you still admire what you see?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more self rejection, No longer paralyzed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This darkness is still me Inside Your Eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nevermind the mirror hanging on the wall,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For I could no longer pretend to be the fairest of them all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took a hammer to the glass,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To shatter all the pieces,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the pieces of my past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Joshua Young (RIP)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113338827005523332?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113338827005523332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113338827005523332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113338827005523332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113338827005523332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/11/gone-are-days-do-i-dare-wear-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113330518689405447</id><published>2005-11-29T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T12:40:32.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Simple Rule for Dating my Daughter---by: a dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1: If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes and hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3: I am aware tha tit is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to you waist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5: It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we hsould talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;6: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, wiht many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished wiht you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;7: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;8: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter. Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places wehre there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places wehre there is darkness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a good down parka--zipped up to her throat. Movies wiht a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;9: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted, hasbeen. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, mericless God of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and wiht whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the turth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;10: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little fo rme to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agen Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car--there is no need fo ryou to come inside. The camouflaged face in the window is mine. I am watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113330518689405447?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113330518689405447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113330518689405447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113330518689405447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113330518689405447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/11/10-simple-rule-for-dating-my-daughter.html' title='10 Simple Rule for Dating my Daughter---by: a dad'/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113330392572016757</id><published>2005-11-29T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T12:41:25.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Please just don't play w/ me, my paper heart will bleed. This wait for destiny won't do, be w/ me please, I beseach you." ~AAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You were my stregnth when I was weak, you were my tounge when I couldn't speak, you were my eyes when I couldn't see, you saw the best there was in me. Lifted me up when I couldn't reach, you gave me faith 'cause you believed. I'm everything I am because you love me." ~Celine Dion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"A lie gets half way around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on." ~Sir Winston Churchill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature used to shut people up." ~Scoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Party hard, Rock &amp;amp; Roll, We're the class you can't control. The boys are neat, The girls are fine. We're the class of 2009." ~Angie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I want to reach into darkness and see what reaches back." ~Billy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Long live Chirstmastown." ~Josh Young (RIP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I lick my lips and go to bed, distorted visions fill my head. Sweet dreams, my love, do not awake. For the world is broken and all is fake." ~Josh Young (RIP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Insanity, Lust, and Pixie Dust." ~Michelle Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"War is not glory but dirt and misery." Ashley Wilkes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Taste the rainbow, bitch!" ~Scoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'd like to give HIM a good spanking." ~Corey Crochet (shout out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Check ou the buns on that guy! He must work out." ~Corey Crochet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Spill my blood with excaliber and make my death holy." ~A man spared by King Arthur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Without fluid friction, everything would fall like oine egg puddin'." ~Mr. Skelton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I don't wish to be everything to everyone but I do wish to be something to someone." ~Javan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Without love you die, yet with it you perish." ~Christopher S. Drew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"What I dream includes thee as the wine must taste of its own grapes." ~Elizabeth Barrett Browning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"When one door closes another always opens but more often than not we look at the closed one for so long that we never see the other open." ~Helen Keller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Not many people have both good fortune and good sense." ~Titus Livey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Sex is the most fun you can have without laughing." ~Woody Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Sex is an easy way to end an arguement." ~Anne Cumming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"They're just saying that I chose the wrong path because I'm not following theirs." ~Scoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"We all live lives of quiet desperation." ~Scoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I few knew what we were doing then it wouldn't be called research, now would it?" ~Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Imaginaiton is truly the root of knowlege." ~Scoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Why do we fall? So we can learn to pick ourselves up." ~Batman's dad (Bruce Wayne Senior)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"We live in a world that no one can understand and it's only natural to fear what one doesn't understand." ~Scoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"As a man I can be ignored and destroyed but as a symbol I could be incorruptable and unstoppable." ~Batman (Bruce Wayne Junior)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Though many think they walk alone, if they'd just turn around and look, they'd see that SomeOne always has their back." ~Scoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Good morning, Starshine. The Earth says Hello!" ~Willy Wonka (Johnny Depp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Evan I am eatable but that, my dear children, is called cannabilism and is in fact frowned upon in most societies." ~Willy Wonka (Johnny Depp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Slide me six skins, soul brother." ~Willy Wonka (Johnny Depp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Kailie was my baby sister, she loved pink. We were playing with her dolls, I found a gun in the drawer, it went off, I made Kailie go away. I hate me." ~Newspaper clipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You play with my little white balls, when you paddle me good it gives you pleasure, up to four people can do me at a time. What am I? Answer: Ping Pong" ~Dirty Minds board game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"There was a boy who was a man who is a tree with perfect hair..." ~Grand Master Shake (The Aqua Teen Hunger Force)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Woowoowoowoopshkapoowoo." ~Cooper (my crazy ass brother)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Belly button lint makes me thirsty." ~Todd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"May your heart be free...may your imagination run wild...may your spirit never be tamed." ~Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I poke badgers with spoons." ~Michelle Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113330392572016757?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113330392572016757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113330392572016757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113330392572016757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113330392572016757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/11/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113330130186185457</id><published>2005-11-29T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T12:41:54.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Interesting times. Kaitlin wants to get back together w/ Josh. She says that she's never not liked him but I think it's the whole thing "you don't realize how much something is important to you until it's gone." Now he's wanting to move on and she doesn't want him to. Well, I guess all I can really do is wish them both luck. I might be switching schools to the Arkansas School of Mathmatics, Sciences, &amp;amp; the Fine Arts (ASMSFA). That's so awesome considering that I want to be a Forensic Scientist when I get older. It'll be a good opportunity for me. I guess, I chipped my wrist. It's in a splint right now. It's hard to write but at least it's legible. It's still just as easy to type, though. I have to write a Health report on Hemophilia. Oo, Yay for me. It's actually quite interesting. Bleeding excessivly. I guess I'm just a freak like that. That's what everyone else thinks I am, at least. Well, Thanksgiving was pretty cool. I ate a lot. I got to eat my apple crisp. My stepdad (Dewain) makes the best apple crisp ever and I just die waiting for it every single year because Thanksgiving and Christmas is the only time he makes it. I finally found somone who too lives in Arkansas on VF (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vampirefreaks.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;http://www.vampirefreaks.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; ... GO THERE OR I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN)! He lives in Little Rock, to be precise. Well, I guess my time is up here so Until Next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113330130186185457?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113330130186185457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113330130186185457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113330130186185457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113330130186185457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/11/interesting-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113289521002067551</id><published>2005-11-24T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T12:42:38.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, Dallas lost. After a 3 game winning streak (which is good for them). Oh well, they're still the best in my opinion. It was a good game. It was close. They only lost by 3 points. All of my insane family yelled ourself hoarse. I love my family, lol. I'm sittin here at my dads. Everyone is asleep except for little old me. I hate being the last one awake, it creeps me out. Well I think I'm gonna go watch The Aqua Teen Hunger Force so I'll write some more later. Until next..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scoot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19280628-113289521002067551?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113289521002067551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113289521002067551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113289521002067551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113289521002067551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-dallas-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280628.post-113285869063421528</id><published>2005-11-24T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T12:43:16.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout Outs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;I have A LOT of shout outs to give. I do this at the begining of every single one of my journals and this is like my online journal so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh Young: R.I.P.- We all miss you, Josh. We all love you. We'll see you soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakyn Harwood: You're one of my bestest friends in the whole wide world and I wanted to say thanks for understanding me and being one of few not to leave me behind. I'll repay you for everything you've done for me someday. Much love to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Smith: You too are one of my best friends and I would never dream of trading you out. You've shown me that real friendships never break and I wanna thank you for that. Friends for life, puppet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan Young: You were there for me when no one else even knew what was going on. You know things about me that I would never even dream of telling anyone else. You are one of my most beloved friends and hopefully someday we will finally be more. I'm really going to miss you when it's time for you to go. I love you, Evan. I'll never forget you. Thanks for sticking by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh Martinez: You're one of the funniest guys I've ever met in my life! Thanks for being there for me to talk to. You're a wicked sweet friend. Very much love to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leighann Boley: I only get to see you once a year but I miss you with every ounce of me (along with everyone else in W.V.). Even though you're family you are still one of my closest friends and I hope it stays that way. Everyone sends their love. I hope to see you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny, Travis, and Matt McBryde: You guys are the freakin greatest. All three of you! Even though you're all crazy as hell I love you anywho, lol. I hope we keep in touch for ever and always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: You're the only one who doesn't think what I have to say is a bunch of psychotic bullshit. I love you, too, dad. I'm always your little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma: I know we dont agree on much, haha, very little, but I love you anywho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dewain &amp;amp; 'Breena: I could never have asked for more awesome step parents. I'm lucky that you guys came along. Now if I could just get you guys to stop picking on me!! But I love ya both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE ELSE: You guys can all be real PAINS IN THE ASS!! But, so can I. I love you ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Scoot&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/19280628-113285869063421528?l=anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/feeds/113285869063421528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19280628&amp;postID=113285869063421528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113285869063421528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19280628/posts/default/113285869063421528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherdisturbedkid.blogspot.com/2005/11/shout-outs.html' title='Shout Outs'/><author><name>Scoot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12392664941904434766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
