<?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-1447272059466576684</id><updated>2011-07-28T13:02:51.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seven days...makes a week</title><subtitle type='html'>Skirts and tennies shoes; explosions and sewing machines</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bito Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11083174072647124154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-8169392620033240770</id><published>2009-07-03T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:26:07.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>What do you expect of an online clothing store, I mean assuming they have something you like.  What I can think of it;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quality&lt;br /&gt;Fair price&lt;br /&gt;Good customer service  (east to get a hold of, polite, ect)&lt;br /&gt;Safe transactions&lt;br /&gt;Listens to Customer feed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm missing things, what am I missing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1447272059466576684-8169392620033240770?l=7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/feeds/8169392620033240770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1447272059466576684&amp;postID=8169392620033240770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/8169392620033240770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/8169392620033240770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/2009/07/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Bito Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11083174072647124154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-129724471529297803</id><published>2009-06-01T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:03:20.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of the best advice I've ever heard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-3795356400280681223</id><published>2009-05-09T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:04:54.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The The Impotence of Proofreading,"</title><content type='html'>This is the story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OonDPGwAyfQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OonDPGwAyfQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" 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title='&quot;The The Impotence of Proofreading,&quot;'/><author><name>Bito Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11083174072647124154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-5498905447392615588</id><published>2009-05-05T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T18:07:15.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand by Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://playingforchange.com/player/widget.swf?episode=2" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="460" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1447272059466576684-5498905447392615588?l=7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-2014342521057547236</id><published>2009-04-27T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:21:58.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am what I am.</title><content type='html'>Most people that know me know that I wear my heart on my sleeve, my pocket, my pants, just about every where it’s visible. I had one of the hardest questions asked to me, or one of what I think is the hardest. “How would you describe yourself?”&lt;br /&gt;But I decided I would give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the Circle I am my friends I should say, though the Circle makes up a big chunk of it, I do have friends I hold near and dear outside. These are in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara: Sara, my anime buddy, opener of new fandoms and all around great person. You’ve listened to me rant about things some other people just don’t get. You’ve helped me relax around other people and made me realize not everyone expects me to be perfect. From being my Anime buddy, my con buddy or the walks we take when one of us just can’t stand being in our respective houses. Crazy conversations on the way to and from school, giving me rides (even though you hate it). All of these things and many other things I’m not sure how to put into words makes you awesome. I hope I’ve made it clear in the years I’ve known you how much you’ve shaped me as a person and my world views. You’re a sister to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Mutual bitching buddy. You and I haven’t known each other very long in relation to how long we’ve known other people in the circle, but I count you as one of my closest friends. You’re someone who doesn’t mind me crying, and who I don’t mind crying around. As well as helping me with my Real Life problems, you are my Persona buddy. We’ll beat that damn game somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie: Though we just really started talking again this year, you and I knew each other when we where little. We both got bullied by the same person (ewwww, Rachel, and not as in Woody) You pick up on things people miss with me sometimes, and know when to leave me alone, or when to push it to find out what’s really bugging me. You’re going through hard times right now, but you’ll make it through them because you’re stronger than all this. Whatever happens, whatever you need me for or I need you for we’re friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woody: Sometimes I’m not sure how much of you we all really see, but whatever amount it is you are an awesome person. You’ve introduced me to some good books, listened to me rant listlessly about everything from what crazy book I just read to more personal things. Keep on rocking; you’ll be one hell of a Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan: Life has kinda screwed you over right now. Despite that you’ve managed to keep things together as humanly possible. You’re the person in the circle that can understand the thrill of doing great in a performance, or the feeling of “fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff-“ when you do no so hot. So keep doing what you’re doing, and you’ll come out fine, it’s something you just have to put your head down on and try to make it though. You will though, I’m here if you ever need me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: Jew, you’re amazing. You have a lot of shit you deal with, but still manage to come to school with a smile and a good laugh. Your art makes me smile, because it’s something that is so far removed from what I normally see. It’s amazing in its own right and I hope you keep it up. You’ve also seen my darker side from middle school when I was a prat, and have given me a chance anyways. Thank you, I don’t know if you realize how grateful I am for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dakota: You, my middle school punching bag. You’ve grown up a lot, and not let how I acted then effect us being friends now. It’s great of you, thank you for being the tool and giving me many heartfelt lols on days when I’m down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: My first name, your last name, pain in the rear for both of us. I first met you freshmen year P.E. but we didn’t really hang out. But when I joined the Circle I got to know you, and I can say you’re a pretty awesome guy. Don’t lose that awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah: My hug buddy! You never turn down a hug, and are someone who is always wearing a smile. Thank you, it’s nice to have someone walk in and be a morning person besides me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige: Our level head, the strict mommy and so many other things. You’re the voice of reason so many of us miss collectively, and I swear my conscience has started to sound like you (mostly in relation to not procrastinating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn: You are someone that makes me feel safe, physically and emotionally. I’m not sure what to put here, there are ways you’ve helped me that are hard to put into words, so here are two that cum it up as much as it can be. Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: When I first met you, you intimidated me a little. You are strong without having to shove it out there, which to me is an amazing thing. Our walks out from the village every day are going to be something I remember very well, the times I remember from high school. You make me green with envy, because I know I’ll never be half the writer you are, but I’m happy for you. It’s so much a part of you. Where ever you chose to go with your life, I know you’ll make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent: You’re someone that when I’m tripping over my words, comes up with what I’m trying to say. You’re patient with me, I know I can be annoying. Sci-fi as lit and Art History have been a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will: You and I have been through a lot. Sometimes things are still awkward, but that’s okay it’ll pass with time. No matter what’s happened, you’ve been an amazing friend to me. You have great things ahead of you, and don’t let any thing that’s happened stop them from happening. Take a deep breath, you can do these things. I know it because you have opportunities and abilities that will lead you there if you take them. You’re important to whom I’ve become as a person, and I’ve learned a lot of things from you, if you know it or not. We’ve gone different ways in some areas, but you’re a great friend, and always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystal: Tangent, rp buddy. Spent a lot of time on the phone buddy. There are things that we’ve dealt with that are better left out of writing, but you know them. We’ll continue to be close, because out of every one I know, you understand best that distance has little to do with it. Never hesitate to come to me with something, I’m your friend, it’s what I’m here for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke: You’re amazing, beautiful and a great person. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. We haven’t known each other for all that long, but sometimes time just isn’t a factor in these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy: You’re near and dear to me, and have shared some things it’s hard for people to understand. Thank you for being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t tell you all to never change, because that is the nature of things, to change. But I will say that there’s very little that could change the influence every single one of you has had on me. Family bonds are as strong as ours. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1447272059466576684-2014342521057547236?l=7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/feeds/2014342521057547236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1447272059466576684&amp;postID=2014342521057547236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/2014342521057547236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/2014342521057547236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-what-i-am.html' title='I am what I am.'/><author><name>Bito Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11083174072647124154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-6375285327528076244</id><published>2009-03-31T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:06:59.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time, time and time again.</title><content type='html'>I'm not even sure what I'm writing about, I just figured it's been a while and I should update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that was a lie.  I just wanted to start rambling, so I guess I am sure what I'm writing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item one: WASHINGTON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's definable I'm going now.  All I know is some time after Comic Con.  I want to go, but I've felt this strange pull to stay here in Cali because all the people I care about are here, all my friends.  I mean, there's the Circle, Will, Krystal, and a lot of other people.  My family for one.  I'm not even going to College right off the bat, so I wont have that to occupy my mind, or it to use to make new friends.   To sum it up I'm pretty much scared shitless, but I'm committed and I need to see this through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item two: PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;I just, I don't understand people.  As soon as I think I've let something go, it rears it's head and sends me on the same emotional trip. Guilt, feeling sick, anger and what I think is acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item three: PROM&lt;br /&gt;jklsdkfhlausdkjkcvbjsdhsdab.kskjldfsjdjbdjbdbvbsdbjkdsjbkd Need to finish Dress.  All I can say on that one other than if it sucks, we will make it NOT SUCK.  Because we're made of awesome like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item four: THANKS CIRCLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, my friends.  No, that doesn't really cover it, does it?  It's gunna be a lot more empty every day then the term friends covers, not having all of you around.  Family is closer, but in a way it's even more than that, because none of us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has &lt;/span&gt;to put up with the other like with Family, we choose to.  All of you have shaped me in ways that I don't know how to tell you.  I don't know if it looks like it, but I feel like I'm a completely diferent person than I was when I was first just a "tangent" to the Circle.  People come and go, but  nothing can take away how all of you have left a mark on me and my personality and my beliefes. &lt;br /&gt;(there are one or two people outside the circle that this applys to as well, I hope you know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1447272059466576684-6375285327528076244?l=7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/feeds/6375285327528076244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1447272059466576684&amp;postID=6375285327528076244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/6375285327528076244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/6375285327528076244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-time-and-time-again.html' title='Time, time and time again.'/><author><name>Bito Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11083174072647124154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-4098012079772385350</id><published>2009-01-13T20:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:49:55.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, there goes the cool toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center; width: 211px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.change.org/widget_flash/ideas.swf?xmlFile=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.change.org%2Fwidgets%2Fcontent%2Fchange_idea%2F4203" quality="high" wmode="transparent" width="211" height="283" name="IdeaForChange" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" &gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzMTkwNzc4MDM4NSZwdD*xMjMxOTA4NTc3MTIyJnA9NDMyMzAzJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz*5ZWY3ZmQwN2Y4MjY*MTJmODBiOTFmMWQ4NzRiODdiNA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1447272059466576684-4098012079772385350?l=7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/feeds/4098012079772385350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1447272059466576684&amp;postID=4098012079772385350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/4098012079772385350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/4098012079772385350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-there-goes-cool-toys.html' title='Well, there goes the cool toys'/><author><name>Bito Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11083174072647124154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-4558735678294605739</id><published>2008-11-17T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:27:05.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question time!</title><content type='html'>1.       What was your first impression of Sara?&lt;br /&gt;2.       Will Nikki eat those green eggs and ham?&lt;br /&gt;3.       Amanda and Paige are forced to roleplay out a verbal couple fight. Who gets to play the wife?&lt;br /&gt;4.       Oh no, Paige got kidnapped by aliens! What do you say once they get back?&lt;br /&gt;5.       Autumn suddenly knows all your secrets. What do you have to say about that?&lt;br /&gt;6.       What would you do if you hadn't met Woody?&lt;br /&gt;7.       Would you marry Michelle?&lt;br /&gt;8.       Who would you rather get stuck in handcuffs with, Trenton or Autumn?&lt;br /&gt;9.       Is Kraut your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;10.   Have you ever had lunch together with Katie?&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;1) That was middle school, uhhhh… “She’s friendly, oh hey, she likes anime!”&lt;br /&gt;2)Only if she made them.&lt;br /&gt;3)Paige, unless it’s a Friday, then she’s the man&lt;br /&gt;4) Did you meet the Doctor? Any one from Star Trek? You okay? What did you bring us?&lt;br /&gt;5) I trust her not to go around telling everyone (unless they should be told)&lt;br /&gt;6)hmmmm, have a lot less sexual jokes.  No, really, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;7) No, I love her, not that way though (well, maybe on Thursdays)&lt;br /&gt;8)Autumn, I’ve known her longer&lt;br /&gt;9) Nope&lt;br /&gt;10) No, but we should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got all these questions from here &lt;a href="http://mct421.deviantart.com/art/Question-Meme-Generator-69266481"&gt;http://mct421.deviantart.com/art/Question-Meme-Generator-69266481&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1447272059466576684-4558735678294605739?l=7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/feeds/4558735678294605739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1447272059466576684&amp;postID=4558735678294605739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/4558735678294605739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/4558735678294605739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/2008/11/question-time.html' title='Question time!'/><author><name>Bito Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11083174072647124154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-6684883763510138335</id><published>2008-10-14T18:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:42:40.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How did I get this out of trying to write a personal statment prompt?</title><content type='html'>This is hard for me to do when I’m not sure about my world.  Everything feels turned on its head, as if I’m in some Alice in Wonderland bull shit.  I’m rather sick of it.  How can I “be myself” or “express me” when I’m not even sure who “me” is?  I feel like I have a name that doesn’t fit my face, like you ever met someone that you think ‘oh they look like a Jessica, not a Brittany,’? Kinda how I’m feeling, like I’m jammed into clothing that doesn’t fit, the sphere in the square hole syndrome.  How do I stop feeling like this?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Identity crisis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1447272059466576684-6684883763510138335?l=7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/feeds/6684883763510138335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1447272059466576684&amp;postID=6684883763510138335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/6684883763510138335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/6684883763510138335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-did-i-get-this-out-of-trying-to.html' title='How did I get this out of trying to write a personal statment prompt?'/><author><name>Bito Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11083174072647124154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-2493936683146311141</id><published>2008-09-25T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:45:10.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid normy kids</title><content type='html'>I don't get why people get angry at me being happy, I just don't.  Some one asked me today why I'm so happy, in a very angry tone.  I honestly can't give that a good reason, I mean it's just I don't have a reason to be sad, being apathetic seems boring, and being angry all the time just burns up to much energy, I'm not productive when I'm angry.   I think part of it is that life sucks enough with out me making  my self more miserable.   Having my friends is enough for me for now, being kept fed (even if I do tend to bitch about food) is enough, having a home to go to is enough for now, it's my goal to make this year the most memorable for the circle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1447272059466576684-2493936683146311141?l=7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/feeds/2493936683146311141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1447272059466576684&amp;postID=2493936683146311141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/2493936683146311141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/2493936683146311141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/2008/09/stupid-normy-kids.html' title='Stupid normy kids'/><author><name>Bito Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11083174072647124154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-5598292151880285959</id><published>2008-09-24T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:18:47.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Remember, Man, as you pass by&lt;br /&gt;As you are now, so once was I&lt;br /&gt;As I am now, so you shall be&lt;br /&gt;Prepare for Death and follow me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To follow you I'll not consent&lt;br /&gt;Until I know the way you went."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;From a tombestone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1447272059466576684-5598292151880285959?l=7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/feeds/5598292151880285959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1447272059466576684&amp;postID=5598292151880285959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/5598292151880285959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/5598292151880285959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/2008/09/remember-man-as-you-pass-by-as-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Bito Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11083174072647124154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-7811273890534362985</id><published>2008-09-19T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:27:23.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting to avoid bed time.</title><content type='html'>I'm scared to sleep, I'm scared to think.  I feel like sadness in pulling me down, maybe I've just bee keeping my happy face up to long?  I'm startign to feel imaterial, like I don't really exist.  I don't feel empty, I feel like the basics of what makes up me are all that's left, and are ready to be blown away be the strong winds in the terible and lonely place.  I don't have a name for it, not exsistance, I don't feel like I have the right to call the state I'm in right now exsisting.  Surviving might be a better term.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I lose your trust?  Hell, I don't know if I've ever even give you the link to this blog, but I'm talkgin abot it any ways.  If this is so big, I've been deeply involved in this for so long, why did I have to find out in such a round about way?  Can I even bring this up to you next time we talk? Or will I be afraid of hurting you, so I'll shove what I want to say down for the first time in a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you smile?"&lt;br /&gt;"The question is, Why do you choose to?" (quote from I have no idea, it was on Sara's blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile because I know how to do little else to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other role do I play? if some one should happen to figure this out before me, can you let me know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rambling late at night(late for me), fun stuff man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1447272059466576684-7811273890534362985?l=7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/feeds/7811273890534362985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1447272059466576684&amp;postID=7811273890534362985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/7811273890534362985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/7811273890534362985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/2008/09/posting-to-avoid-bed-time.html' title='Posting to avoid bed time.'/><author><name>Bito Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11083174072647124154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-8516050837122528190</id><published>2008-08-29T17:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:30:33.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nope, that's all</title><content type='html'>I just had one of those really odd memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just form when I was little, I remember watching my Mom fold laundry.  I was amazed at how she always made them so perfect looking, nice and neat little rectangles for shirts and such.  I tried to do it, but I was clumsy and couldn’t, so I gave up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there’s a connection, I’m doing my laundry now, folding stuff, thinking about how I still can’t make it look as nice as my Mom does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it comes with years of practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I’m trying to get at is, I was amazed by someone folding laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss that childish sense of wonder, or being amazed by just life.&lt;br /&gt;By the sun and the trees.&lt;br /&gt;That still happens for me I guess, I’ll be walking somewhere, and for one split second, awe washing over me, as I realize where I am, and what it really looks like, not just that, but the smells, and the sounds.  And I try to figure out how to fit in, and then I realize, I’m over thinking that childish awe.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need a reason to take it all in, I just need to take it all in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1447272059466576684-8516050837122528190?l=7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/feeds/8516050837122528190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1447272059466576684&amp;postID=8516050837122528190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/8516050837122528190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/8516050837122528190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/2008/08/nope-thats-all.html' title='Nope, that&apos;s all'/><author><name>Bito Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11083174072647124154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-5757096353146974911</id><published>2008-08-27T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:32:24.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And now for some thing completly diferent</title><content type='html'>Now that emotional rant is done with, I'm stoked about Saturday, Sara and I are heading down to little Tokyo by Metro (Train!!) Sara got recomandations on where to go from Kerwin, Ren and I think that's it. I'm lookg forward to some real Ramen, mmm Ramen, have to get money from my Mom though, or get her to take me to the bank at least. I'm hoping to go and at least see the fashion district. (A nerd that's inot fashion, who da thunk it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Weird Al tomarow, that's going to own face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needa figure out what I'm good at fast so I can make a living off it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two blog posts in 24 hours, I'm kinda sad, ain't I? XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Grace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1447272059466576684-5757096353146974911?l=7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/feeds/5757096353146974911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1447272059466576684&amp;postID=5757096353146974911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/5757096353146974911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/5757096353146974911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-now-for-some-thing-completly.html' title='And now for some thing completly diferent'/><author><name>Bito Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11083174072647124154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-8403485546118322731</id><published>2008-08-27T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:24:19.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning, Emotional rant ahead, I just needa dump, skip if you like, may or may not be relevent</title><content type='html'>Damn it, Damn it Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is going on?  is it just every one decided to fly off the handle at once?  People are being sad, or pissy, or a combination of the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so most of them have pretty good reasons, and there isn't much I can do.  I try to cheer people up, or keep things up beat, because that’s all I really can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sustaining my cheerful self is draining me, I'm trying to give people my happiness, because I hate it when my friends are sad, or angry, or they don’t think they're good enough, or that no one cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need a shoulder to cry on? I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;Need someone to bitch to? I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;Need to not talk about some thing, tell me what not to talk about, then I'll find something else to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;Just need an ear?  I can do that to; I can shut up, believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want my friends to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to burn all the whore preps that cause us to nerd rage, cry, scream, rant and make our lives more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being alone, I don't want my friends to feel alone, because I know that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to be standing in a room full of laughing people, but still feel so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I talk to so and so more then so and so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still care, I just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what's hurting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to laugh with you, even if it doesn't make the hurt go away,&lt;br /&gt;It helps a bit, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrads if you made it to the end of this, because I don’t think I’ll be reading this again, I just needed to spill my guts, hopefully by the time any one reads this, my outlook will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Grace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1447272059466576684-8403485546118322731?l=7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/feeds/8403485546118322731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1447272059466576684&amp;postID=8403485546118322731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/8403485546118322731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/8403485546118322731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/2008/08/warning-emotional-rant-ahead-i-just.html' title='Warning, Emotional rant ahead, I just needa dump, skip if you like, may or may not be relevent'/><author><name>Bito Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11083174072647124154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-4725549700548548896</id><published>2008-08-25T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:08:39.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>Every one around me is stressed in some way, or depressed, or just not happy with who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want to kick some thing, to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for knowing what I want a bit, I feel bad for beign Lazy this year and school and taking on hard fucking class, and stressing so much over it this week end that I snapped at one of my friends over some thing she fairly often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a factory of sunshine, but I feel like I'm failing, I can't get my friends to see the better side of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see people that I know are friends, or used to be, walkign side by side, saying nothing, just listning to ipods and texting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is starting to isolate people, and lord I would feel so alone with out the Circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times I still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who, off to do landry for the trip this week end with Sara, we're gunna have a blast. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1447272059466576684-4725549700548548896?l=7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-5915743795332085502</id><published>2008-08-02T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T15:53:32.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tblBorderAll"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com//images/1146081081Fool.gif"  &gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=42243N" target="_blank"&gt;Which Major Arcana Tarot Card Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com" target="_blank"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;0 - The Fool&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Fool is the most complex and most contradictory of all the Tarot cards.&lt;br /&gt;"I am not a number, I am a free man". &lt;br /&gt;The Fool represents naivety and childlike innocence - yet the Fool is wise.&lt;br /&gt;He carries only what possessions he really needs He journeys through life, tasting everything it has to offer then letting it go and moving on.&lt;br /&gt;The Fool is a risk taker, often shown with one foot over a cliff showing us every new beginning has a risk. Whether the Fool represents opportunity or danger one thing is clear: this world needs more fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table width='50%'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;III - The Empress&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='88' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;88%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;0 - The Fool&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='88' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;88%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;II - The High Priestess&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;XIX: The Sun&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;I - Magician&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;IV - The Emperor&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='63' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;VIII - Strength&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;XIII: Death&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;VI: The Lovers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;XVI: The Tower&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='44' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;XI: Justice&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='44' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;XV: The Devil&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='31' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;31%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;X - Wheel of Fortune&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='25' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTc3MTczMjQ5NjImcHQ9MTIxNzcxNzUyODc4MSZwPTY5MDgxJmQ9Jm49Jmc9MQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this year I'll do a Tarot card project with cosplayers, take picters and make them into cards....I dunno we'll see how things go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1447272059466576684-5915743795332085502?l=7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/feeds/5915743795332085502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1447272059466576684&amp;postID=5915743795332085502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/5915743795332085502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/5915743795332085502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-bored.html' title='I was bored'/><author><name>Bito Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11083174072647124154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-5734294131469833317</id><published>2008-07-22T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:31:20.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I could do shit like this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="267" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=839948&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;embed src="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=839948&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/839948?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=839948"&gt;Cloud's Sampler&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/user419873?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=839948"&gt;Ryan Cousins&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=839948"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THat's all really, oh, and birthday in two days&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1447272059466576684-5734294131469833317?l=7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/feeds/5734294131469833317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1447272059466576684&amp;postID=5734294131469833317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/5734294131469833317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/5734294131469833317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-wish-i-could-do-shit-like-this.html' title='I wish I could do shit like this.'/><author><name>Bito Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11083174072647124154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-5405966325016417199</id><published>2008-07-09T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:30:25.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace is amused.</title><content type='html'>First off &lt;a href="http://bookblog.net/gender/genie.php"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is really amusing me, it guesses gender of the writer bassed on the text it's given.  Every thing I run threw it that I've writen comes out female, I've run some of the circle's blog posts, Two or Sara's, two of Woody's and two of Michelle's stories.  Here's how it came out.&lt;br /&gt;Sara: 0 female, 2 male&lt;br /&gt;Woody: 1 female, 1 male&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: 0 female, 2 male&lt;br /&gt;Then I got distracted by shiny things and ended up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I'm not lookign forward to school registration, that will not be happy happy joy joy time.&lt;br /&gt;I have a wedding shower to go to on Sunday, the Weding it's self on the 20th.&lt;br /&gt;Then my birthday on the 24th!&lt;br /&gt;My Mom Keeps askign me what I'm going to do for my Birthday, I dunno, mos tlikely just go see Batman with all of you or some thign like that, (you're all just that awsome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to go read a book or go do some thing productive (Hey, stop laughing, really!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1447272059466576684-5405966325016417199?l=7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/feeds/5405966325016417199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1447272059466576684&amp;postID=5405966325016417199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/5405966325016417199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/5405966325016417199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/2008/07/grace-is-amused.html' title='Grace is amused.'/><author><name>Bito Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11083174072647124154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-2991632598404534355</id><published>2008-06-20T00:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:59:11.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought you all might get a kick outa this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SFtbEiExqtI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6mL1RMV5haA/s1600-h/248591930_50143cb1da_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213861127035923154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SFtbEiExqtI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6mL1RMV5haA/s400/248591930_50143cb1da_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dunno why. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of why, why can't Helen Keller drive? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news Embroidory is owning me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Michelle, I really enjoyed your last story, though I don't think I'll ever look at my lawn the same, keep it up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One anouther note, I'll be gone till the 25th, so all of you crazy kids have fun at Jew's Birthday for me, alright? I'll try to call.&lt;br /&gt;And Jew, Happy b-day! Rember, you're a great artist and an all around awsome person. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;PS Hey Sara, get to work on Cloud so you can start Link!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1447272059466576684-2991632598404534355?l=7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/feeds/2991632598404534355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1447272059466576684&amp;postID=2991632598404534355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/2991632598404534355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/2991632598404534355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/2008/06/thought-you-all-might-get-kick-outa.html' title='Thought you all might get a kick outa this...'/><author><name>Bito Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11083174072647124154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SFtbEiExqtI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6mL1RMV5haA/s72-c/248591930_50143cb1da_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-6190886731828167786</id><published>2008-06-17T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:22:36.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm up-dating?</title><content type='html'>Sorta, just throwing in random stuff from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;"Man, on the internet, age has no meaning. One person in their thirties could have the utmost respect to some kid in high school. It's like we're in a classless-- OH. MY. GOD. THE INTERNET IS COMMUNISM???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...does that make us all Communists?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled this out of a Conversation I had with Michelle on MSN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was deeply thinking about the line between adult hood and childhood was, and how they criss cross all the time.  That and how the perfect child acts very adult and many ideal adults are in truth very childish.  I was thinking about it because I was thinking about my very existence is an irony to me.  So many people that don’t even half know me say I'm young women, or grown up like or such, when really I’m very childish, not always in the best ways either&lt;br /&gt;how do you grow up without losing your ability to enjoy small things that only kids seem to be able to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this,&lt;br /&gt;Sara says:"&lt;br /&gt;oh and Byakuya got a 10/10 on 4chan's scale&lt;br /&gt;Grace   says:&lt;br /&gt;well duh.  He's asian, angst/emo and OP&lt;br /&gt;what a good chunk of the fan girls go for!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... that's abotu all that's interesting for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1447272059466576684-6190886731828167786?l=7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/feeds/6190886731828167786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1447272059466576684&amp;postID=6190886731828167786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/6190886731828167786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/6190886731828167786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-up-dating.html' title='I&apos;m up-dating?'/><author><name>Bito Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11083174072647124154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-646010305980751952</id><published>2008-05-26T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:59:12.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cosplay related rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear I have cosplay faries in my ouse or some thing. When I left the room at 10:45, that pattern wasn't pinned to that cloth . When I came back at 11:30, it was all pinned up, nice and neat. I asked my Mom and she didn't do it, my brother and sister where asleep (they wouldn't touch it any ways) and I sure as heck didn't do it. Oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on the note of patterns, it's a PAIN to find the right one to work with for this guy: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204684234766341874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SDrAvGVS1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7sWsSFO-i_Q/s400/Minamimoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Which, in thoery isn't that hard, but pea coat patterns are hard to come by at this time of year. (yes, it's called a peat coat, it just has short sleves and a zetta tall colar, some thing a pea coat doesn't normaly have...so it's more like a pea...shirt?) So if I go to Joanns today I maybe pick up some beading stuff to make his bracelets, maybe try to find his hat?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I worrying about this? It isn't even MY cosplay. *facepalm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ways, don't needa worry about Woddy and Zell untill after she's back from Italy (lucky her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be finished with Jack's Haiori today (hopefully, if I don't get distracted by to many....oh shiny DS!)&lt;br /&gt;Then Beat for me: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204686747322210050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SDrDBWVS1wI/AAAAAAAAAAg/adyXushQEBI/s400/Beat.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need the two chains, the charms that go with that his wrist band thing, wig and beanie....not much to do &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1447272059466576684-646010305980751952?l=7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/feeds/646010305980751952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1447272059466576684&amp;postID=646010305980751952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/646010305980751952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/646010305980751952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/2008/05/cosplay-related-rant.html' title='cosplay related rant'/><author><name>Bito Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11083174072647124154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SDrAvGVS1vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7sWsSFO-i_Q/s72-c/Minamimoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-6081401817422185892</id><published>2008-05-24T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T11:43:20.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The important questions are not the ones that have answers....</title><content type='html'>but the ones you can live with. No idea what the heck that means, some one pu it on the note pad on my computer, so I used it,I'll let you deside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a new favorite quote 'Take my advice, I'm not using it," It was on a card my Grammy sent my lil bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... let's see, needs more sleep, need clean my room, needa finish some thign for a friend....&lt;br /&gt;Speeking of Friends, I love all of you, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;Some times you drive me Batty,&lt;br /&gt;I drive you all Batty hell of a lot more often, (was that gramaticly correct?)&lt;br /&gt;and we all love each other any ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all awsome, keep moving forward, who knows, maybe we'll get some where?&lt;br /&gt;/end sap/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, off to clean then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1447272059466576684-6081401817422185892?l=7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/feeds/6081401817422185892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1447272059466576684&amp;postID=6081401817422185892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/6081401817422185892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/6081401817422185892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/2008/05/important-questions-are-not-ones-that.html' title='The important questions are not the ones that have answers....'/><author><name>Bito Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11083174072647124154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-260239136159557763</id><published>2008-05-22T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:55:28.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm really bad at this blog thing....</title><content type='html'>Maybe because I never feel like I have any thing interesting to say for blogs?  Hope my friends don't miss the iorny of me not havign a ton to say (when do I shut up?) eh, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Any ways, Proud of Woddy for helping lower our world suck levels. She's awsome (I mean that)&lt;br /&gt;I should be finishing my writing assiginment for Creative writing, I just don't feel very creative...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I need a pocket Nikki to do my final for me in chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out and all that Jazz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Having Sara over for breakfast tomarow, this'll be interesting indeed. Needs moar 777 fan art, and I'm just obsesed with The World Ends With You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1447272059466576684-260239136159557763?l=7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/feeds/260239136159557763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1447272059466576684&amp;postID=260239136159557763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/260239136159557763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/260239136159557763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-really-bad-at-this-blog-thing.html' title='I&apos;m really bad at this blog thing....'/><author><name>Bito Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11083174072647124154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-2929343986632155454</id><published>2008-05-10T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T20:07:41.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya know, point out the obvious but...</title><content type='html'>Being sick sucks. Family went dirt bike riding, so I get alone time. But I'm sick so most of that is pent being bored form not being able to do shit. Though I did learn some thing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binding your chest to fit some thign for Cosplay is a REALLY Bad idea. (shut up Woody, I know you're laughign at me just because I have to bind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I spent the morning editign articals in The World Ends With You Wikia.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird Al is going to be at the AV Fair this August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird Al....in the AV? August is about to be alot less boring! :D corse that's months away for now. needa focuse on finishing school first. Least I don't have summer school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any ways, food...what do we have? *wanders off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1447272059466576684-2929343986632155454?l=7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/feeds/2929343986632155454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1447272059466576684&amp;postID=2929343986632155454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/2929343986632155454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/2929343986632155454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/2008/05/ya-know-point-out-obvious-but.html' title='Ya know, point out the obvious but...'/><author><name>Bito Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11083174072647124154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-2648397025811701242</id><published>2008-05-06T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:59:12.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great day, so much to do, oh ya, I need sleep...</title><content type='html'>The World Ends With You, Great game it is.  :D For the DS.  Good story, good game play, Great costume designs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SCEK0Px6HwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ya-fgvR_eR0/s1600-h/topicoou9.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197447337667600130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SCEK0Px6HwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ya-fgvR_eR0/s400/topicoou9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Iorn Man today with Sara, Nikki, Woody, Webster, Paige and kaitlen today. :P best Movie ever! Sara and Woody where right on spot, Robert Downey Jr. is amazing lookign and an even better actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Man I'm tired, I shouldn't be....but I am. So more sleep for me tonight, after I pick all the buttons up off my floor (don't ask) and maybe work a bit on one of my costumes...or Maybe the one I should be doing for a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* there needs to be more hours in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ways, enough complaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The School year is almost over and the weather is warming up! Yay for warm Weather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1447272059466576684-2648397025811701242?l=7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/feeds/2648397025811701242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1447272059466576684&amp;postID=2648397025811701242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/2648397025811701242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/2648397025811701242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/2008/05/great-day-so-much-to-do-oh-ya-i-need.html' title='Great day, so much to do, oh ya, I need sleep...'/><author><name>Bito Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11083174072647124154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SCEK0Px6HwI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ya-fgvR_eR0/s72-c/topicoou9.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447272059466576684.post-7866583505375546507</id><published>2008-05-02T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:32:36.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosplay shopping and the Best Play Ever</title><content type='html'>Blogs... I feel my inner Emo stirring....must...resist....&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt; Just kidding, jokes aside this'll be a new thing for me, I'll try to update as much as I can....So, went to the mall today and I discovered two things&lt;br /&gt;1) women’s Fitness tank tops are all REALLY tight&lt;br /&gt;2)  Men’s fitness tank top arm holes go half way down my rib cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just bought a bunch of T-shirts and I'll cut off the selves, hem it up and I'll be down with that for Beat. Wonder if that embroidery stand would do his skull beanie for me.....&lt;br /&gt;ANY who, enough on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Sara, Prances, Smity, Woody, Autumn, Jew went to see Iron Man (which apparently is pretty awesome) Paige, Nikki, Michel, Eric, Brendon Taylor and I went to see The schools production of "the Crucible"&lt;br /&gt; I know it sounds lame but it was AMAZING, all the actors was great, a few of them really cute... (*okay, one was really cute, but who's counting?)&lt;br /&gt;Really all I have to say for now.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1447272059466576684-7866583505375546507?l=7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/feeds/7866583505375546507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1447272059466576684&amp;postID=7866583505375546507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/7866583505375546507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1447272059466576684/posts/default/7866583505375546507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7daysmakesaweek.blogspot.com/2008/05/cosplay-shopping-and-best-play-ever.html' title='Cosplay shopping and the Best Play Ever'/><author><name>Bito Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11083174072647124154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ_saEfJHUE/SLYWrTR27II/AAAAAAAAABE/pqVUk5rS_EQ/S220/DSC00590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
