<?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-5904643402761586006</id><updated>2011-07-30T14:04:48.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill the Lights</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trdancer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904643402761586006/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trdancer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TRDancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593968280347789200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn8fcpY_g7o/Sv5JAhf0IZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RAvfJFMu5J0/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904643402761586006.post-1660385145418784524</id><published>2009-11-26T20:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:23:26.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had a really good day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It deserves to be blogged. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here we go...!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I woke up in time to have a shower - the opposite of every other day. After becoming a clean person, instead of going back to bed, I went online.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And who do I see?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paris!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHE RETURNED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We then proceeded to throw maturity out the window and danced to techno music.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Epic win.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I went to school, which wasn't so epic win, but it probably could have been worse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We basically wasted three classes doodling sketches for Remembrance Day posters (or maybe that was just me). I knew how to do my math. I don't even remember what happened in LA so it must have been good, and I recycled bottles at lunch, which seems crappy but actually entertained me. One thing you only learn from experience? The drinking habits of students--two litre bottle of Root Beer, anyone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then there was Science/PE which both sucked because A) we had a PE test which I bombed (actually, I wrote down amusing, completely wrong answers) and B) I got moved from the spot I've been sitting in since Grade 7. Fail. EPIC fail.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But we'll ignore that section of the day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After school, I went to dance. Dance is always epic win, but especially today because A) I managed to not injure myself, B) my dance teacher was in a good mood, and C) she played a lot of techno music and we rocked out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was raining when we drove home. That's awesome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I arrived home, I found that I got pizza for supper. The kind that comes in a box. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And when I opened the fridge to feed my cat, I found a jug of chocolate milk. This is hilarious for reasons that I don't feel like explaining. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, and did I mention that it's the weekend? HELL YEAH. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life just keeps getting better and better...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The only thing that would make this day any better would probably be Brittany and/or Marie coming back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the only thing that would make it worse? Well, I hope nothing will!&lt;/strong&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/5904643402761586006-1660385145418784524?l=trdancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trdancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1660385145418784524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trdancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904643402761586006/posts/default/1660385145418784524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904643402761586006/posts/default/1660385145418784524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trdancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>TRDancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593968280347789200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn8fcpY_g7o/Sv5JAhf0IZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RAvfJFMu5J0/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904643402761586006.post-2141996826384316808</id><published>2009-11-13T20:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T22:58:19.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Things You Probably Didn't Want nor Need to Know About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. I am fantastical&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(but you already knew that.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. I have my learner's licence.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Which means I can drive. The children on the street should probably watch out...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. I pwn all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Courtesy of Bronze.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4. I can probably pick my nose with my toes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Courtesy of Dionne.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. I am very odd. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Courtesy of Leon.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6. I am not a brave person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Courtesy of Brittany.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;7. I am in seven dance classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; (and I'm doing a solo.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;8. I am helpful.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Courtesy of Ashley.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;9. I believe that love is the answer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twloha.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;http://www.twloha.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;10. I am thinking of starting to play the piano again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(and taking voice lessons.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;11. I am a one-of-a-kind person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Courtesy of Zee.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;12. I am insanely mature for my age, but my TWSS jokes let you know I'm still a kid at heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; (Courtesy of Zee.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;13. I hate status conversations in Gtalk.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Courtesy of Bronze.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;14. I am a fuckawesome writer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Courtesy of Bronze.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;15. I listen to music all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; (I even need it to fall asleep.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;16. I have wacked up dreams about weird things.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Like meeting a mentally retarded Kristen Stewart.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;17. I have large amounts of faith in others.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Courtesy of Bronze.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;18. I think the book Twilight tells a good story&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(but is poorly written if you really pay attention.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;20. I am an insomniac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; (but when I DO go to sleep, my alarms never work and I end up sleeping for a long time.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;21. I don't have the power to amuse people when they are bored.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Courtesy of Zee.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;22. I like to be scheduled down to the minute&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(but then I end up procrastinating.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;23. I have the power to trick you all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Muahaha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;24. I know how to be persistant when it involves no work for me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Courtesy of Leon.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;25. I am participating in NaNoWriMo 2009&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(and the following is an excerpt from my novel, Picture Perfect)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;No one would ever know what had happened. He was a criminal, and he wasn’t going to be convicted.&lt;br /&gt;Not unless Laine did something about it.&lt;br /&gt;But Laine knew she could never tell anyone. There would be too many questions—where had she been, why had she been there, why didn’t she stop him. She would be under constant scrutiny.&lt;br /&gt;And all she really wanted to do now was disappear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Jenny ;)&lt;/strong&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/5904643402761586006-2141996826384316808?l=trdancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trdancer.blogspot.com/feeds/2141996826384316808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trdancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/25-things-you-probably-didnt-want-nor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904643402761586006/posts/default/2141996826384316808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904643402761586006/posts/default/2141996826384316808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trdancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/25-things-you-probably-didnt-want-nor.html' title='25 Things You Probably Didn&apos;t Want nor Need to Know About Me'/><author><name>TRDancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593968280347789200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn8fcpY_g7o/Sv5JAhf0IZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RAvfJFMu5J0/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904643402761586006.post-2854380196619066047</id><published>2009-11-13T16:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T17:38:46.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Did you know that I'm a zombie?&lt;br /&gt;It's true.&lt;br /&gt;Brittany ate my brains and turned me into one.&lt;br /&gt;&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/5904643402761586006-2854380196619066047?l=trdancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trdancer.blogspot.com/feeds/2854380196619066047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trdancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904643402761586006/posts/default/2854380196619066047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904643402761586006/posts/default/2854380196619066047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trdancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>TRDancer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11593968280347789200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rn8fcpY_g7o/Sv5JAhf0IZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RAvfJFMu5J0/S220/Jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
