<?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-33940639</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:13:22.962+10:00</updated><category term='subjects.'/><category term='Anime'/><category term='french'/><category term='glasses'/><category term='Photion'/><category term='fifteen'/><category term='office'/><category term='school'/><category term='personal'/><category term='birthday.'/><category term='cancelled'/><category term='Dreamer'/><title type='text'>Sorrow. Douleur. Sorge. Dispiacore. Dolor.</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog about the not-so-interesting life of a teenage girl.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-1611355663839058293</id><published>2007-08-17T17:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T17:25:23.624+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn.</title><content type='html'>Argh. Why must this happen every single time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, this time, I may be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I must be wrong this time, cause you broke apart when you saw me.&lt;br /&gt;Which means you either like me back, or someone told you that I liked you.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I didn't tell anyone I liked you. Was it THAT obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you didn't know? Maybe no one told you? Or maybe you guessed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or did my face say it all? I was trying so hard to hide it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're the kind of person who doesn't care if someone gets hurt. Well, that's the way you act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't break my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;I'll believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt; All your lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt; Just pretend you love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-1611355663839058293?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/1611355663839058293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=1611355663839058293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/1611355663839058293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/1611355663839058293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2007/08/damn.html' title='Damn.'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-4635009219340090292</id><published>2007-06-22T09:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T10:02:22.243+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Today was my Mum's birthday :D She's 39 now &gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Housework Songs CD &lt;/span&gt;and my brother brought her some new socks (she really needed some) and some chocolate and Dad brought her a crystal. It was a kitten swatting at a ball of wool :3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she got a book and some soaps from some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're going out to the local Thai restaurant for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to rent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagine Me &amp;amp; You &lt;/span&gt;today. Discovered the video store down the road has it :3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go draw or something now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-4635009219340090292?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/4635009219340090292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=4635009219340090292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/4635009219340090292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/4635009219340090292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-8799841539690827429</id><published>2007-04-29T09:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T09:55:39.768+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Studio dream+Car racing dream</title><content type='html'>I had a weird dream last night. I dreamt I worked as a roadie or something in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huge &lt;/span&gt;studio, and it was utter chaos in there. Lots of people running around, panicking, yelling the show was about to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a black cat (I do have one in real life) and he kept coming in and trying to get on stage or whatever. So I had to keep running after him and putting him outside. But he kept getting back in. I have no idea how, but he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I remember from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had another weird dream Friday night. I dreamt I was racing a V8 car and my brother was too; and we were racing each other. It's especially weird since I hate sport, especially V8's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep having weird dreams. Which is totally fine by me. I wonder if those dreams meant anything... I hope not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-8799841539690827429?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/8799841539690827429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=8799841539690827429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/8799841539690827429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/8799841539690827429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2007/04/studio-dreamcar-racing-dream.html' title='Studio dream+Car racing dream'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-8145218871676370311</id><published>2007-04-28T21:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T21:11:42.823+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Rêveur</title><content type='html'>More information about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dreamer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, so my idea is about this girl called Aithne. Nobody ever takes her seriously so she’s sleeping her life away. And this new girl comes into her class called Aemilia, and they strike up a friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;They hang out like friends do: they go to the mall, go to football matches, go to movies together...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Everything’s totally fine until one day they’re walking home from a football match and upon crossing the street Aemilia is hit by a car, and is badly injured and falls into a coma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aithne spends all day and all night beside Aemilia. Just sitting there waiting for her to wake up. Her friends and family start worrying about her, as she’s not eating or sleeping properly. Things start to turn worse for her when the doctors announce Aemilia’s health is declining. Aithne starts to spend even more time at Aemilia’s bed instead of sleeping and eating right. The doctors start warning Aithne that she will end up in hospital if she doesn’t stop, maybe even the morgue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So that's all I've got right now. I'm trying to figure out how to wrap this up without going on about boring things or making this too long because I haven't even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;begun &lt;/span&gt;to discuss films/action figures/games/etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. This is giving me a headache... I'll work on this tomorrow. Right now... I'm gonna work on some posters.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-8145218871676370311?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/8145218871676370311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=8145218871676370311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/8145218871676370311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/8145218871676370311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2007/04/le-rveur.html' title='Le Rêveur'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-7835158391484963714</id><published>2007-04-26T20:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T20:55:04.484+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><title type='text'>Dreamer + Photion</title><content type='html'>So, I've got this assignment in English. About Anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically we came up with an idea and pitch it to the class, and talk about action figures/films/games/etc... y'know, all the merchandise stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure what mine is yet, but it's basically about this girl called Aithne (yes, I'm lazy and re-using an old character, but she seemed so perfect for this) who spends all her time sleeping, until she meets this girl (I'm not sure what to call her yet) who changes her world. So I'm calling it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dreamer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's been done before. Whatever. I don't care. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://goldencompassmovie.com/goldenCompass_blog.swf?id=12860"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://goldencompassmovie.com/goldenCompass_blog.swf?id=12860" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" menu="false" width="450" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8D. I love my Photion. So try the quiz. It's fun.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.goldencompassmovie.com/?12860&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-7835158391484963714?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/7835158391484963714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=7835158391484963714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/7835158391484963714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/7835158391484963714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2007/04/dreamer-photion.html' title='Dreamer + Photion'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-6849734774684878217</id><published>2007-04-12T17:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T17:16:03.223+10:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIT, it's cold!</title><content type='html'>Holy crap, it's cold in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past week I've been FREEZING MY ASS off. Nobody EVER shuts the stupid windows/doors, and there's no heat in the house, so it's really REALLY cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my parents wonder why I'm walking with my winter coat, double pairs of socks, scarfs, beanies, etc. *shakes head*. Why aren't THEY cold? o_O?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get my eyes tested. *unimportant piece of information*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You say we're not responsible&lt;br /&gt;But we are, we are&lt;br /&gt;You wash your hands&lt;br /&gt;And come out clean&lt;br /&gt;But fail to recognize the enemies within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-6849734774684878217?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/6849734774684878217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=6849734774684878217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/6849734774684878217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/6849734774684878217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2007/04/shit-its-cold.html' title='SHIT, it&apos;s cold!'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-194685412921322346</id><published>2007-04-07T20:50:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T21:20:14.932+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie Jesus Day...</title><content type='html'>... is tomorrow &gt;&gt;. YAY. ((Chantal's an atheist in case you didn't guess)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated in a while... BUT, I have a decent excuse (this time)! I've been out all day (9-3) for the last coupla days and upon arriving home I've been too tired to draw. So I watch The Young Ones or Jane and the Dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAWD, I'm so obsessed with Jane and the Dragon lately &lt;3. Awesome show. The voice actors are actually GOOD (since I've heard very few good english voice actors) 8D. And it's funny.  Anyways, I will be drawing again (I've started some drawings already, but they need to be inked and coloured).  Might hang out with some buds this hol'days... y'know, actually being social. (which I'm clearly not).  Also, I've been mentally kicking myself for the past week. Because last Friday was the last day Krystal was at school, and I had PLENTY of chances to give her my number/email but I DIDN'T. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((flashback to another magical Chantal and Krystal moment)) &lt;br /&gt;((Chantal is eating lunch on a bench outside of the art block - her home away from home)) ((Krystal suddenly sits down next to her. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really &lt;/span&gt;close to her))&lt;br /&gt;Krystal: You're nervous. Or scared. Either one. ((Chantal is blushing. Heavily))&lt;br /&gt;Chantal: You're weird, you know that? (inner dialogue: But I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like &lt;/span&gt;weird).&lt;br /&gt;Krystal: Uh-huh! 8D&lt;br /&gt;Krystal: Well, bye! ((walks away))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day...&lt;br /&gt;Chantal's inner dialogue: Idiot! Idiotidiotidiot!! You had SOOO many chances to ask her out! Or at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;invite her over &lt;/span&gt;like friends do! But NOOOOOOO! Could have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least &lt;/span&gt;given her YOUR NUMBER! Idiot! ((mentally kicking self))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;; I think I've stretched this journal long enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-194685412921322346?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/194685412921322346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=194685412921322346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/194685412921322346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/194685412921322346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2007/04/zombie-jesus-day_07.html' title='Zombie Jesus Day...'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-5926173071539826437</id><published>2007-03-28T14:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T15:05:52.484+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What came first? The love or the non-legal civil marriage?</title><content type='html'>&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal and Krystal&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on a couch&lt;br /&gt;K-I-S-S-I-N-G (ouch)&lt;br /&gt;First comes love&lt;br /&gt;Then comes a non-legal civil marriage&lt;br /&gt;Then comes an adopted Chinese baby in a baby carriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:\ Didn't flow as nicely as I thought it would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-5926173071539826437?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/5926173071539826437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=5926173071539826437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/5926173071539826437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/5926173071539826437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-came-first-love-or-non-legal-civil.html' title='What came first? The love or the non-legal civil marriage?'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-7165800117888942235</id><published>2007-03-10T16:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T16:49:03.424+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughtless</title><content type='html'>I'm really pissed off at my dad now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either he ignores me and takes no interest in me, or he screams and yells and swears at me. I like it better when he ignores me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason I hate him right now? That's easy. I have this condition called Low Muscle Tone which means my muscles aren't very strong. I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;frail, I'm a lot stronger than when I was younger, but I'm not very strong. I can't even exercise properly because of my athsma (ugh. spelling's off today -.-)  and I get wheezy and can't breathe... so... yeah :|.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I vaccumed my room (and thought I did a pretty good job) and dad starts yelling at me and saying I didn't do it WHEN I DID and I told him that Daniel (my brother) could vouch for me. Then he starts yelling that I can't vacuum properly. Wtf. I do it every single FUCKING DAY D&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't understand that it's too hard for me to vacuum carpets. I use too much energy that I need for other things. I don't have much upper body strength so it's pretty difficult for me. Don't pity me. I don't want that. I'm not that fragile either. I'm pretty strong emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my cat's hungry and it's hard to type with him on my lap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-7165800117888942235?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/7165800117888942235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=7165800117888942235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/7165800117888942235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/7165800117888942235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2007/03/thoughtless.html' title='Thoughtless'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-670167018930774833</id><published>2007-03-06T17:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T18:00:39.150+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Crushed.</title><content type='html'>Well, I've fallen that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I left for class earlier than usual so I could get my jacket out of my locker along with my textbook, so I took the shortcut cause I'm lazy (which is past the art block, tuckshop, etc) and I stopped to see what these seniors were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were four orange arrows on the ground pointing to one spot in the middle and a bunch of coins. So I asked what they were doing. I'm very curious. Never found out what they were doing :\.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Just keep walking. (she said it in a nice way, though)&lt;br /&gt;Chantal: ... You people are freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Krystal (... fuck. I just said her name) came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystal: Come here, please.&lt;br /&gt;Chantal: Um, ok. (freaking out cause she has a crush on her)&lt;br /&gt;((Krystal draws a smile face on Chantal's right hand, and an 'X' on her left hand))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought she was going to pull me in closer and kiss me. (that's what I wanted her to do anyway. Also, in my mind I call her Krys :3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made my day &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooooo &lt;/span&gt;much better (I was having a really shit day). I mean, it wasn't much but it made me that much happier. Plus, I think she brushed my hand/s at one point, so my face was really red. I was trying so hard not to blush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I walked away I made up all these conversations they had when I left like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: That kid has a major crush on you, you know that?&lt;br /&gt;(I couldn't work out what Krystal would have said to this -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this post is way too long for a ten-second encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good thing about this was: it proved to me that she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;really nice (I knew she was, cause I talked to her in Art cause she was in there when I came in at 4th period), which makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I'll keep you folks posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-670167018930774833?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/670167018930774833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=670167018930774833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/670167018930774833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/670167018930774833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2007/03/crushed.html' title='Crushed.'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-4333793611605340048</id><published>2007-03-05T19:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T19:30:24.315+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Fallen.</title><content type='html'>This title makes me think of YU+ME. There's this one part where Fiona's leaning back on her chair, and Lia says she'll fall and Fiona says she's already fallen.  Great comic. Go read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worked myself up over this girl now. I'll probably end up with a broken heart again, but what's left to break really? But I'm not untouchable, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt her name at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny 'cause the other day I was telling myself that she was toxic and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shouldn't &lt;/span&gt;fall in love. Funny how things never work how you want, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know if she's serious about me or not. She's pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. Stupid mind. Stupid love. Stupid damn Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even making sense anymore. *shakes head*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-4333793611605340048?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/4333793611605340048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=4333793611605340048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/4333793611605340048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/4333793611605340048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2007/03/fallen.html' title='Fallen.'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-965641599925598663</id><published>2007-02-19T17:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T18:30:01.523+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all over but the crying</title><content type='html'>Well, that fantasy didn't last long. I got my heart shattered. Only it's not as bad as the first time. I guess hearts can't break if they're not whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not something I want to talk about, but it might make me feel better... Ok, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Valentines Day (last Wednesday), this girl at school asked me to be her valentine and I said yes. Highlight of my week. And it was my first valentine (nobody ever asked me/gave me stuff before) so it seemed pretty special. Just thinking about that day made me happy...&lt;br /&gt;She also said she'd come back and claim me when I was 21. I thought she was serious about me, and wanted to be with me cause people mean it when they want to be your valentine, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I thought. So today I was sitting outside the Art block and she walked past me completely ignoring me and a couple of metres away was talking to this guy called James (really cool guy, excellent at playing the guitar ;D) and I saw him kiss her neck. And I could hear her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that pretty much shattered my heart and infuriated me at the same time. I was shattered because I thought she actually wanted to be with me, and she was actually serious about being my Valentine and all, but she wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I don't feel that shocked. Maybe because there was this little voice in my head saying negative things like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she's not serious about this &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's a trap, don't fall for it! &lt;/span&gt;or something.  *sigh*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can't think of anything else to type, so... later. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-965641599925598663?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/965641599925598663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=965641599925598663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/965641599925598663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/965641599925598663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-all-over-but-crying.html' title='It&apos;s all over but the crying'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-4608131076036926221</id><published>2007-02-15T16:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T16:48:54.834+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding heart, anyone?</title><content type='html'>So... I think I'm a little bit in love. No, I know. Or maybe it's more like, since love at first sight does not exist. I am in like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hate Valentines Day, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and yes, I'm aware it was yesterday. I forgot to post this yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lyrics for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-4608131076036926221?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/4608131076036926221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=4608131076036926221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/4608131076036926221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/4608131076036926221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2007/02/bleeding-heart-anyone.html' title='Bleeding heart, anyone?'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-4641148412967224392</id><published>2007-02-11T15:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T19:11:57.268+10:00</updated><title type='text'>But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane...</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't been updated for ages. -.- School's kept me busy, and I haven't exactly felt like blogging (this year has had a few hiccups) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting a new project.  And this time it's not a comic! :D  *the world rejoices* But seriously, I am. If you know me you'll know Rocky Horror Picture Show is one of my all time favourite movies XD. So, I decided to make a plush out of my fave characters Magenta and Columbia. I couldn't find any on the net, or any that were actually plush and not a figurine so I decided to make my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how well it'll work. Luckily, I have a home ec project coming up that requires sewing so I figured why not make one (or both) in Home Ec? Smart, no? I'll get to kill two birds with one stone XD. (not literally... &gt;&gt; &lt;&lt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. In other news: Comicgen has been getting on my nerves lately. Stupid SmartFTP won't let me upload ANYTHING at all. And I'm tried via other FTP's and it's not working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I figure I'll just put it on here (I might change my mind later tho) and maybe on my devArt account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-4641148412967224392?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/4641148412967224392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=4641148412967224392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/4641148412967224392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/4641148412967224392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2007/02/but-its-pelvic-thrust-that-really.html' title='But it&apos;s the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane...'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-8785757031368333480</id><published>2007-01-18T16:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T16:44:38.389+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the pain~! D:</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't been updating much lately (blog, comicgen account, da) &gt;&gt; I've had a lot of problems lately ;-; Back pain, shoulder pain (which limits my drawing ability), and I haven't been getting much sleep lately so I'm really tired and grumpy all the time. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I'm feeling a little better I'll update more. Also, Comicgen is being dumb and won't let me update -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... I think that's all &gt;&gt; I got my hair cut and it looks 1000x better! :D I'll take some pictures when my face stops breaking out &gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-8785757031368333480?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/8785757031368333480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=8785757031368333480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/8785757031368333480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/8785757031368333480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2007/01/pain-d.html' title='the pain~! D:'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-72034062463502121</id><published>2007-01-04T18:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T19:25:49.974+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons?</title><content type='html'>Ugh. Annoyed at my parents now &gt;_&lt;. I can't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stand it &lt;/span&gt;when parents get all crapped up and say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why be in the choir? you don't even sing anymore  &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why don't you get art lessons? &lt;/span&gt;even though there's a resident artist coming this year at school and I'm taking 2 art courses and doing art extent. ;-; there isn't much more art stuff I can do &gt;&gt; or sometimes they say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Art is a waste of time, don't bother drawing.  &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You prolly won't be able to feed yourself, most professional artists can't. &lt;/span&gt;Ugh. They don't say to Dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why play football? &lt;/span&gt;*the rugby kind, folks* or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You'll never be really famous or anything &lt;/span&gt;... NOOO, they say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep trying! You'll make it! You're so talented!  &lt;/span&gt;&gt;_&lt; *ok, teeny bit over exaggerated* but they don't say that kinda stuff to me ;-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my dad wants me to learn Keyboards/piano, but I don't want to, and if I do start then I'll get sick of it eventually and my dad will yell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you never stick to anything! You've quit everything you've ever done. Horse riding, choir, magazine committee!&lt;/span&gt; or something like that, because he always does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they don't even want me to draw or paint -.- *sigh*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never understand these things -.-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Nothing left to post &gt;&gt; 3 (or is it 4?) weeks of vacation left ;-;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-72034062463502121?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/72034062463502121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=72034062463502121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/72034062463502121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/72034062463502121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2007/01/lessons.html' title='Lessons?'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-4995246225240306273</id><published>2006-12-28T14:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T14:59:16.634+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tFK9g4a33pw/RZNJsH4bf4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3NJ8apaAVRU/s1600-h/IMG_0034_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tFK9g4a33pw/RZNJsH4bf4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3NJ8apaAVRU/s320/IMG_0034_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013431832572297090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents took this photo by surprise. I love my green coat :heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tFK9g4a33pw/RZNLE34bf5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1g_D4esLTSc/s1600-h/IMG_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tFK9g4a33pw/RZNLE34bf5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1g_D4esLTSc/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013433357285687186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad made me laugh, then Mum took a photo. Sneaky, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tFK9g4a33pw/RZNMcH4bf6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/m26OgoOMtDw/s1600-h/IMG_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tFK9g4a33pw/RZNMcH4bf6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/m26OgoOMtDw/s320/IMG_0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013434856229273506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was mucking around and told mum to take a photo of me eating a Peanut Slab XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tFK9g4a33pw/RZNN_X4bf7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/yBwYZPo8TjU/s1600-h/IMG_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tFK9g4a33pw/RZNN_X4bf7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/yBwYZPo8TjU/s320/IMG_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013436561331290034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A photo of the Peanut Slab I was eating. My mum was "o_O..." when I took it XD. Photo turned out a little more blurry than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all X3. I might upload some pics of my doggie later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-4995246225240306273?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/4995246225240306273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=4995246225240306273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/4995246225240306273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/4995246225240306273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2006/12/photoshoot.html' title='Photoshoot'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tFK9g4a33pw/RZNJsH4bf4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3NJ8apaAVRU/s72-c/IMG_0034_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-5284585496811119441</id><published>2006-12-26T16:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T16:14:12.716+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Yay, it's Christmas again! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a bunch of presents from my family (actually got some of the stuff I asked for!) :D i got some acrylic paint, various brushes, new earphones for my iPod (the ones I had broke), Eskimo Joe CD, Lano &amp; Woodley DVD (XD. So funny!), black jeans (finally! :D), new sketchbook (it's A3, too big for my scanner D; ), a little book called "French Cats Don't Get Fat" (understood almost all the french parts in it :D), a t-shirt,this beanie kid called "Donner the Reindeer Bear" (really cute; little antlers and a candy cane on its stomach X3), and that's pretty much it &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still receiving stuff (supposed to get some prezzies from my uncle today but he's moving house today, and said we'd catch up next week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what else to say... :| Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-5284585496811119441?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/5284585496811119441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=5284585496811119441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/5284585496811119441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/5284585496811119441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-8969863969614027441</id><published>2006-11-22T17:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T17:17:50.364+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fifteen'/><title type='text'>Halfway to Thirty!</title><content type='html'>Late post. I would have gotten on last night only I went out for dinner and didn't get a chance to blog as my favourite show came on T.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday was my birthday. My 15th birthday. I got a box of Ferrero Rocher from my brother, a t-shirt (it's black) and says 'Princess' in this pink curly font, and a few candles (they look like chocolates!) from my mum. My aunt sent me this big-ass make up kit with blusher, shimmer powder, bronzers and a shitload of other stuff! My uncle is coming over later tonight. He's bringing the presents he got me and the presents my grandma brought me (she's in New Zealand, and has to stay there to look after her mum or something. I dunno.) ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great day! I told my classmates and my teachers it was my birthday and all day I heard people coming up and saying 'Happy birthday!' and one of the boys in my class said 'I would have brought you a present if I know about your birthday sooner' and I was like 'Awww! That's so nice, you don't have to do that ^^;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad just got home. Going for a bike ride now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-8969863969614027441?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/8969863969614027441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=8969863969614027441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/8969863969614027441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/8969863969614027441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2006/11/halfway-to-thirty.html' title='Halfway to Thirty!'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-203249656873250576</id><published>2006-11-18T21:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:47:30.686+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday.'/><title type='text'>Vision</title><content type='html'>Ugh.  I'm in desperate need of glasses right now. I'm seeing most things fine, but everything on this monitor on my computer... is just blurry. It's giving me a headache and it's a bitch to read anything. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my birthday this Tuesday. Can't wait. Wish it would hurry up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to report. Too tired to write anything anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-203249656873250576?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/203249656873250576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=203249656873250576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/203249656873250576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/203249656873250576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2006/11/vision.html' title='Vision'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-3402778087325130341</id><published>2006-11-13T16:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:26:17.779+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancelled'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subjects.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='french'/><title type='text'>Cancelled</title><content type='html'>I bring to you depressing news. My favourite and best subject at school, French, doesn't have a course next year. Normally there would be a class, a small one (of around 14 we were told) but there aren't enough people doing it next year. The freshmen don't get to take the course either. And there was a trip to New Caledonia... but we won't be doing that now. &gt;_&lt; Now I have to take Home Ec., and Business now. And I really hate those subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, now I'll end up in at least half of my best friend's classes now, since we're doing most of the same subjects. On the other hand, there may be new enrolments that want to do French so maybe there'll be a class after all. I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got called down to the office I was trying to think of what I could have done wrong, but it was just about the class. I spent about 20 minutes in Maths and had to go to the office for most of the period and got back to class at around 1 (lunch is at 1.15) and spent 15 minutes flicking bits of paper into the bin (about 3 pieces landed in it, around 5 pieces landed out in the hallway, and most missed completly.) My teacher hadn't even noticed I was in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was heaps of white paper around the bin xD. Um... I think that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-3402778087325130341?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/3402778087325130341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=3402778087325130341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/3402778087325130341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/3402778087325130341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2006/11/cancelled.html' title='Cancelled'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-116306259284599594</id><published>2006-11-09T18:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:16:46.939+10:00</updated><title type='text'>General background</title><content type='html'>People have asked me stuff, so I'll try my best to answer. (I'm really just posting because I'm bored.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently 14 years old (turning 15 in a couple of weeks), single, lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;I have (unnaturally) black curly hair, hazel eyes, a small birthmark on my left wrist in the shape of a blob, and a (generally) small build.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite (and usually best) subject at school is Art (I'm taking two courses next year &gt;&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a job, currently, but I'm hoping to get one.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not overwhelmed by projects, I like to listen to music &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(fave bands: Evanescence, MCR, Panic! At The Disco, The Spill Canvas, Camille.)&lt;/span&gt; and read &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(favourite authors: Kirsten Miller, and others that I can't remember.)&lt;/span&gt;, watch addictive tv shows &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(fave shows: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Veronica Mars, ER)&lt;/span&gt; and draw.&lt;br /&gt;My best quality is my sensitivity and passion. My worst quality is my sarcasam, cynicism, and overall grumpiness.&lt;br /&gt;I love cats.&lt;br /&gt;I hate summer.&lt;br /&gt;I've been drawing since I was 13 (about a year ago), and I've just started drawing comics around 10 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;I rarely use any programs for my art (usually just PhotoStudio 2000 for scanning) and I use watercolours often.&lt;br /&gt;My current projects are Larceny The Pirate, and Addicted (Addicted is on my devArt account, but there isn't much.)&lt;br /&gt;My art is usually inspired by dreams I've had, music I've listened to, my imagination, and other artwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may need glasses soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-116306259284599594?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/116306259284599594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=116306259284599594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/116306259284599594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/116306259284599594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2006/11/general-background.html' title='General background'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-116270591141386234</id><published>2006-11-05T14:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:16:46.644+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever The Sarcastic One... presenting Larceny The Pirate.</title><content type='html'>EDIT: Changed information on a few things (mostly names), a little bit on the personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm going to kick myself. I've decided to make a new comic. (yes, I know. ANOTHER comic I'm likely never to finish - or even start.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the title fool you. The comic has NOTHING to do with pirates. I just drew a girl one day in class and decided to call her Larceny and she had a pirate outfit... so yeah. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters so far? The main one. Larceny Badeau (this surname was recycled from another character that I lost interest in. A cookie to the first person to guess.) . (will post pictures later.) Always sarcastic, cynical, cruel to anyone who isn't her best friend Tawny, or her lover, Orane. Secretive, fiery and fierce.(Orane doesn't come into the story for ages tho.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawny D'Aubigne (this surname was recycled from another character that I lost interest in. A cookie to the first person to guess.) (Surprisingly her name was the easiest to pick). Larceny's best friend. A little cynical at times, but usually nice and friendly. A regular book worm. She spend most of her time reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orane De Lorme (surprisingly her name was the easiest to pick). Larceny's lover. I haven't worked on her personality yet, but I've now finished her design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgandy Noel. A senior at St. Paul's Academy of the Arts. She takes Larceny and Tawny as her 'freshmen pets'. Nice enough girl, though annoying at times, competitive, fierce and secretive. Dana's rival. Most call her Morgan, though. Also intent on turning Larceny into a Techie... whether she likes it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana Adair. Morgan's rival. Stage manager of the theatre. Usually pretty nice, more so to the freshmen. Not much to say about her. She carries her satchel and clipboard EVERYWHERE. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've got for now. I'll post more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, before you go all "WTF kinda name is "Orane"?!?!1111"/ "WTF kinda name is "Larceny?"?!111?!!!!"... or like that to any of the names I picked... -.- the names are French /Celtic.(well, 'Orane' and 'Tawny' are French. Morgandy and Dana are Celtic, I think. Larceny came from a book I was reading and yeah... it's unusual, and that's what I really wanted.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to report. except for the lovelife of a certain friend &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the couple are back together now. Darn. Just when I started to flirt with Melissa. &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone (well, it's just my friends that I sit with at lunch) seems to think it was really pathetic that they got back together. I do too. I still find it weird that he hasn't told his parents he has a girlfriend. C'mon, they've been going out for 7th months or so now... I still think that Melissa could do &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;much better&lt;/span&gt; than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... that's all for now. Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-116270591141386234?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/116270591141386234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=116270591141386234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/116270591141386234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/116270591141386234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2006/11/ever-sarcastic-one-presenting-larceny.html' title='Ever The Sarcastic One... presenting Larceny The Pirate.'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-116193635935352972</id><published>2006-10-27T17:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:16:45.944+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble in Paradise</title><content type='html'>Very sad for a friend right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She broke up with her boyfriend today. And cried. A lot. She said the "spark was gone", and she just wanted to be friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to kick myself because I stayed home today, and I could have been there to comfort her. &gt;_&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hug her for ages.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was talking to her I thought it was something I'd said or done... for a while I've been saying "Dump him. You don't know anything about him, he never compliments you without you complimenting him first, and he's not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; interested in you." Connor was saying stuff like that too, but I didn't really want her to broke up with him because of someone I'd said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they'll still be friends.... so everything should turn out ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I feel awful for her &gt;_&lt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* well, in other news; I spent most of today reading. I read (and finished) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Care Factor Zero&lt;/span&gt; by Margaret Clark (I think...), and now I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kiki Strike: Inside The Shadow City&lt;/span&gt; by Kirsten Miller. *heart* GREAT book. I fell in love with it on the first page. I recommend these two books. Great to read on those rainy weekend day with nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In OTHER news:&lt;br /&gt;If you follow my devArt account you'd know about my comic "Taking Over Me" or TOM for short. It's been mentioned in here a couple of times. Well, rewriting the script. I've run out of room in my sketchbook as well... Basically, I was inspired by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kiki Strike&lt;/span&gt; the book I'm reading, to write something better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on the time I get, I should have the first few chapters done in a few weeks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-116193635935352972?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/116193635935352972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=116193635935352972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/116193635935352972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/116193635935352972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2006/10/trouble-in-paradise.html' title='Trouble in Paradise'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-116099531557382552</id><published>2006-10-16T20:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:16:45.314+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap-tastic day</title><content type='html'>Sometimes humanity just pisses me off. *sigh* Monday... the beginning of a week with no end in sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a pretty... crappy day today. A couple of girls I sit with at lunch, and one of the guys are supposedly trying to kick me out of the group. Which I don't get because I thought they liked me &gt;_&lt;. The conversation was basically like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan: Ok, who agrees with me?&lt;br /&gt;*most of the group raises their hand*&lt;br /&gt;Beth: What are we agreeing to?&lt;br /&gt;Brendan: Just raise your hand.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What are we agreeing to, anyway? *refuses to raise hand*&lt;br /&gt;Connor: They're trying to kick you out of the group.&lt;br /&gt;Me: They are? *hurt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least Connor's being nice to me (everyone else is acting like I'm a horrible person) and he stuck up for me and told me to refuse to leave, because they're just dicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... my best friend was away today, so I didn't really have anyone to comfort me T^T. There's only a couple of people in my group that I don't like, but most of them I do like. And I know that there's some people who wanted want to kick me out (unless they were forced to or something)... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. I don't know what's up with these girls. A few months ago i pissed them off with a small misunderstanding (accidentally sat in her seat and I didn't even KNOW she was going to sit there, jeez...) and it took ages to fix it, but i thought it was fixed... and now they're being bitchy to me. I don't know why. I haven't done anything to them or anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to get kicked, because I don't have a lot of friends and I don't really want to hang out with one of my old friends, cause I really don't like her &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully they'll stop being bitches to me, and this whole thing will get sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;I've felt depressed and hurt ever since they did that, and that was around 11:30 am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough bitching/angsting for now. I'm going to go and drown my sorrow in chocolate and gothic angst poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics for today:&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll wake up for once&lt;br /&gt;Not tormented daily defeated by you&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying again&lt;br /&gt;-Evanescence-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-116099531557382552?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/116099531557382552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=116099531557382552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/116099531557382552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/116099531557382552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2006/10/crap-tastic-day.html' title='Crap-tastic day'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-116080938870583276</id><published>2006-10-14T16:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:16:44.419+10:00</updated><title type='text'>weird dream +slayer marathon</title><content type='html'>Had this weird dream last night. I was at home and rummaging through my wardrobe and I found this game... and it had something to do with deviantArt &gt;&gt; I installed it on my computer and the demo started up... and I had to enter my screenname (on deviantArt) and my persona would come up. It's one of those games where you do missions and collect stuff and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Mag (fortheloveofpizza) was there, and I had to do a mission for her and her girlfriend, Rinacat &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so weird, but before I could actually start playing the game, I woke up. TT__TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked so cool. And ringaneko, and a lot of people I know were there... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm hellbent on spending the rest of today (and quite possibly tomorrow) watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Ha. Starting from the first season... so it'll take... I dunno ages... to watch it. :/ yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's pretty much it for now. Um, if you watch me on devArt, I'll be submitting some pages of TOM (when I'm not so lazy to do it &gt;&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-116080938870583276?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/116080938870583276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=116080938870583276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/116080938870583276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/116080938870583276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2006/10/weird-dream-slayer-marathon.html' title='weird dream +slayer marathon'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-116004800597660427</id><published>2006-10-05T20:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:16:44.129+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Stormbreaker movie + TOM</title><content type='html'>Current Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;I am more then you will see,&lt;br /&gt;I am more than you will need,&lt;br /&gt;I am more than you will see,&lt;br /&gt;more than wanted.&lt;br /&gt;-Vanessa Carlton-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my holidays are almost over. School starts up on Monday. YAY. JOY. HAPPY HAPPY DAY. Highlight of my LIFE. Well, it's not all bad. At least I can see my friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Going to see a movie with a couple of my friends tomorrow. (Actually I'm only going because my best friend is going). We're seeing that Stormbreaker movie, you know, the one about that 14 year old spy kid. GAWD, how I despise those movies (after watching that one with Frankie Muniz). But, we're supposedly "shopping" afterwards. Yet, the place we're going to has SHIT cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. There was something else I wanted to post but I can't remember. I'll update if I remember it. Enough angst for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on a new comic right now. (I would be practicing my guitar, BUT one string broke and I need that for like every chord &gt;_&lt;) "Taking Over Me". It was hard to decide on a good title, so I went with this one (which I was going to use for a comic strip, only I suck at those, so I decided to reuse the title. It's also inspired by an Evanescence song.) It's basically about two girls, and their blossoming romance. It was inspired by one of my fave webcomics: &lt;a href="http://www.go-girly.com/"&gt; Girly &lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quick summary (which I'm making up right now XP. MAY CONTAIN SPOLIERS. I'll write something decent when I'm not half asleep): Girl meets Girl. Girl falls in love and hits Girl with a giant mallet (and other random objects! =D). Sage meets Anastasia Badeau (known as "Rim" or "Ani" &lt;- Sage's nickname for her, thanks to her childhood) and falls in love with her. She gets her attention by hitting her with a giant mallet. It takes a while, before realising she loves her back. Sage loves adventure and often drags Ani to them, and Sage is always happy to protect her sidekick. Whether from Fang (who is always talking about his penis and asking Ani out) or from Le chasseur des femmes (he "pleasures" women, if you get my drift...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, Anastasia is unsure of how she feels about Sage. Sage is a cute, but always hyper and caffine high, eccentric person. Ani is sarcastic, cynical and moody. Their relationship is kept secret, because Anastasia is too scared of people finding out, and her parents would find out... and let's just say her life would be fucked from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Shit summary. Well, I'm half asleep and about to be kicked off this computer... so I'll leave you with a pic of Ani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/3732/1600/A_B_sketch2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3033/3732/200/A_B_sketch2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and visit my devArt account &lt;a href="http://namisdarkpast.deviantart.com"&gt; here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-116004800597660427?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/116004800597660427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=116004800597660427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/116004800597660427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/116004800597660427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2006/10/stormbreaker-movie-tom.html' title='Stormbreaker movie + TOM'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-115969006298411253</id><published>2006-10-01T17:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:16:43.850+10:00</updated><title type='text'>dark, silent, elegant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 300px; min-height: 250px; background-color: rgb(216, 233, 237); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="background: rgb(129, 172, 201) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; height: 4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left;" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right;" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="padding: 0pt 0pt 5px; background: rgb(129, 172, 201) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="padding: 3px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which J-rocker are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="padding: 5px; text-align: left; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(216, 233, 237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/gijeumo/1055267932_ETemporaryjrock_mana.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gothic. Elegant. Vamp.  You are Mana from Moi Dix Mois.&lt;br /&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/gijeumo/quizzes/Which+J-rocker+are+you%3F"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding: 2px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/gijeumo/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=140253"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-115969006298411253?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/115969006298411253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=115969006298411253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/115969006298411253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/115969006298411253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2006/10/dark-silent-elegant.html' title='dark, silent, elegant.'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-115898683012662865</id><published>2006-09-23T14:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:16:43.635+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Listening to : Maneater - Nelly Furtado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since my last post, hasn't it? I haven't been online much due to schoolwork and whatever. Luckily, it's the spring break/vacation now, so my brain can rest before it explodes (which it just might thanks to all these warm weather &gt;&lt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks without school.... paradise.  I'll miss my friends (most of them are really busy still or have gone somewhere for the holidays.) though. And my aunt is flying up from Sydney next week :D I love it when she visits cause she always brings presents, plus my cousins are coming up as well and I haven't seen them in a couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, short post today as my head is killing me thanks to this heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye freaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-115898683012662865?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/115898683012662865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=115898683012662865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/115898683012662865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/115898683012662865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2006/09/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940639.post-115753016324191825</id><published>2006-09-06T17:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:16:43.330+10:00</updated><title type='text'>First post.... and news of a teenage girl's lovelife.</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally started a blog. Why? .... I'm not quite sure myself. I've started blogs before, like on MySpace or something but never really kept it for long. I always got bored of it and never had anything to post. What's so special about this time? Well, this time I intend on actually posting something and actually using this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for some &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;news.... Feeling kinda... down these past few days. Missing someone special who I'll never see again (and I'm not talking about Steve Irwin.) Maybe I should start at the beginning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago we (my class) got a exchange student. From France. (Well, it &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;a French language class &gt;.&gt;) She's from Paris and 17 years old. Sophie.... it was great having her around. She was a great help with homework (there were some beginners in my class and they know very little, so Sophie helped them a lot.) and, it was lots of fun having her around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to hear about a teenage girl's lovelife (or lack of), then stop reading.... NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still here? You want to know? Alright. I fell for her. I don't know why, maybe it was one of those love-at-first-sight things or something, but I thought she was beautiful. I didn't know what to do as I've never been through this before, so I did nothing really. I started avoiding her at school as much as I could (she wasn't in my classes, as she's a senior and I'm a junior, so it wasn't hard) and tried not to think about her as often. I think it helped, and I thought I was over her. But, now I feel kind of betrayed.... like she left me on purpose, though she doesn't have a choice because she has to go back to France D:. It kinda hurts to hear her name spoken, or to really think about her. Basically, no one knows about my "crush" on Sophie and I wanted it that way, because gossip spreads so fast at my school. Like, in less than a couple of hours, everyone will know. I kept silent about it and didn't tell anyone, except for a couple of very well trusted friends. For the last couple of weeks that Sophie was here I debated with myself whether I should tell her or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to. I didn't want to be dudged and I thought I'd scare her and she'd run away. But, the one week that I had to get the flu, was Sophie's last week at school. I missed signing the good-bye card and the going-away party D:. I wished I could have said good-bye to her, but I did get to the day I came back. I was waiting for my bus (since I catch the bus every day, or nearly every day.) and saw her walking up the path with Alistair. (not sure about the spelling of his name ^^; , but he's the guy she's staying with.)  But, yeah, I was kinda suprised and really happy to see her, so I waved her over and talked to her for a little while. It was good to see her before she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get over her eventually. Sorry I made you read through all of that ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm still tired and still have a headache so I'm gonna finish this post now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940639-115753016324191825?l=miss-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/feeds/115753016324191825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940639&amp;postID=115753016324191825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/115753016324191825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940639/posts/default/115753016324191825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-artiste.blogspot.com/2006/09/first-post-and-news-of-teenage-girls.html' title='First post.... and news of a teenage girl&apos;s lovelife.'/><author><name>Chantal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17913423190395862516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/earthy1725/afore_et_after.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
