<?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-4257187129710961586</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:36:30.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Salutary and Detrimental</title><subtitle type='html'>Just an ordinary blog about ordinary life.
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It's so ordinary, it's unique... I mean ordinary.
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It's been a long time, I know. I've been... occupied? I didn't even post during the biggest school break of the year: &lt;em&gt;summer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I want to make up for that. Hate me anyway, and I'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, life since May the 25th has been... well, 16. Wow, my birthday seems an eternity ago now. I always celebrate with a pile of good friends, and then for two months after I feel completely alone. Sawa moved back in March, Tif moved in July, and Diffy was off doing her Saskatch things. I did visit her briefly in August. With SAWA! Always good times. Expecially at the grand family reunion of Sawa. Diffy and I sat through it, enjoying good food, and finding 101 uses for an empty wine bottle. That's right folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after visiting Toontown, I hitched a ride with Sawa. The Hat is pretty fun. We shopped. I want to get a new pair of Chucks at that mall, because they were so cheap... *shifty eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't seen her since almost exactly a month ago. That was at the CIBC Run for the Cure and we completed 5KM BABY! I feel that all my training over the summer hasn't completely gone to waste. I also raised $150 for the event, and for that I am also proud. Oh, oh, oh, we went because of KALAN. Yeah, he asked his fans to run for his mom, so we did. I still can't believe that his new album is finally out. It just brings a relief to myself and I think for many other fans. And it's alright... I mean, if these are the songs he wants to be known for and enjoys singing, and he's happy, I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Sawa. Speaking of friends in faraway places, a good friend of mine in my class made quite the comment today. She stated that the friendship between Diffy and I won't last. Highly unlikely since I am planning to live in her basement following high school. I mean, I can't imagine it. Not even marriage will force us apart. As in, marriage to other people. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm debating at whether or not I should share my dream with you. It was indeed interesting. It's one of those dreams that would be considered a nightmare to those I share with, but it really wasn't. See, I learned that death in dreams is really a good thing. And mine included a &lt;em&gt;lot &lt;/em&gt;of death, but in the dream I was completely relaxed and carefree, the sun was shining, and when I woke up I thought nothing of it. There's hardly anything in my dream books that inform me of what the dream is telling me, and my memory of it is slipping fast. I think that I'll jsut leave it it at that. Although, my more recent dream of last night pwns all of yours. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a lot of things to do. I'll make a list here for reference and if it's left uncompleted until sometime around March, then there's a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish Social Studies Essay outline&lt;br /&gt;Spraypaint ballet slippers black&lt;br /&gt;Finish carving pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;Do 13 random questions of Chapter 2 Review in Physics&lt;br /&gt;Finish Chemistry homework&lt;br /&gt;Find black fabric for Halloween costume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll now leave you with a final statement: Are your jeans worth 2000 dollars? Kalan Porter's are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4257187129710961586-1622152907912005141?l=salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/feeds/1622152907912005141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4257187129710961586&amp;postID=1622152907912005141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/1622152907912005141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/1622152907912005141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-cant-believe-i-said-what-i-just-said.html' title='I can&apos;t believe I said what I just said'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692906314711793600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4257187129710961586.post-3906747344214444177</id><published>2007-05-25T20:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T21:44:12.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We all wanna party when the MCR concert ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7_lA_wnR-p0/RlefGykbgoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NnxNplheU_8/s1600-h/I%27M+A+FREAKIN+GENIUS!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068694844631384706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7_lA_wnR-p0/RlefGykbgoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NnxNplheU_8/s320/I%27M+A+FREAKIN+GENIUS!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7_lA_wnR-p0/RlefMCkbgpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5UXjBdwrsuo/s1600-h/Ray!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068694934825697938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7_lA_wnR-p0/RlefMCkbgpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5UXjBdwrsuo/s320/Ray!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7_lA_wnR-p0/RlefaCkbgqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/i2ZPVeaLxp4/s1600-h/Bobbbbbbb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068695175343866530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7_lA_wnR-p0/RlefaCkbgqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/i2ZPVeaLxp4/s320/Bobbbbbbb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7_lA_wnR-p0/RlefkikbgrI/AAAAAAAAABE/xiiZR-V0jOA/s1600-h/Mikey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068695355732492978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7_lA_wnR-p0/RlefkikbgrI/AAAAAAAAABE/xiiZR-V0jOA/s320/Mikey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7_lA_wnR-p0/RlefvSkbgsI/AAAAAAAAABM/1aWFOWhHrGI/s1600-h/Geerard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068695540416086722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7_lA_wnR-p0/RlefvSkbgsI/AAAAAAAAABM/1aWFOWhHrGI/s320/Geerard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7_lA_wnR-p0/Rlef2CkbgtI/AAAAAAAAABU/FfWgMPJMXfs/s1600-h/I+Don%27t+Love+You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068695656380203730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7_lA_wnR-p0/Rlef2CkbgtI/AAAAAAAAABU/FfWgMPJMXfs/s320/I+Don%27t+Love+You.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (ALL BLENDS MADE BY ME. DO NOT CLAIM AS YOUR OWN. They are arranged in the order they were made [as you can tell by my slowly improving skills]. All pictures used are screencaps, also made by me, of the IDLY music video.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, as you can see, this post is pretty long already. So let's cut to the chase, shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOTHING WILL EVER COMPARE TO THE NIGHT OF MAY 18, 2007. IT WAS EVERYTHING I EXPECTED PLUS 100x MORE! MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE IS THE MOST TALENTED BAND OF THIS GENERATION WITH A POWERFUL MESSAGE! I LOVE MCR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now that that's done, you can finish reading my post, and then watch lovely vids of the band at that very same show... I relive it every single day. EXACTLY a week ago, I was THERE. How can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're probably wondering about that depression. It wasn't as bad as the Kalan Porter concert. I'll admit it. But that's probably because I had gone through post concert depression before... perhaps this is a really good sign, that I won't have to suffer that way after concerts like the way I did. The depression does not hit directly after the concert, thankfully. It takes a little while... for the MCR concert, it hit me as soon as I stepped into my room with my luggage, and could see my artwork and poster of Gerard and the band on my walls; I sobbed. It wasn't as bad, like I said, but it did last longer than one day. Luckily, I had started work again two days following it and it took my mind off of it for a while. Now I am just thankful to have gone, and look forward to the next time around... hopefully with Mikey this time? Aww, man, it is SO worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else has occured in my life since my last post? Hosting a Japanese student was fantastic: she was sooooo much fun and we share so many memories. Aww man, I wish I could go to Japan right now just to see her. (No, I did not know MCR is there this weekend...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The band trip taken right before MCR was quite enjoyable. I really had a great time. Wednesday night, Diffy and I went out to dinner with two dudes we are good firends with, and it was very pleasant. Next day we hit Radium Hot Springs... now THAT is relaxation. Also enjoyable. That night we watched a band concert in a church... sort of enjoyable. I think it would be more exciting for me to be in a band like that when I am older, but watching it was very difficult as I had trouble keeping focus. Day after that, which was the day of MCR, did not start out as a very good day. Not a bad day... just one of those lame days I suppose. We went shopping, and I am happy with my new shirts, but I was late for the bus, even though I wasn't the last one there, I was hungry and annoyed. And I got to see SARAH!!! She watched our band perform at an elementary school, and then we headed back to Calgary as the rest of the band went home. We booked tickets to Shrek 3 the next morning and bought books. Then we waited in our hotel until... MCR! And you know the rest form there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hopelessly obsessed with yet another man in my life (what else is new?). His name is Blake Lewis. I am so proud of how far he went in the competition. He ended his Idol journey at the perfect time: the idol single does NOT suit him, whatsoever, and now he is guaranteed to have a record out soon and he can do the music that does suit him. I'm also happy I was able to see him until the very last night of Idol. ^_^ &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, and it would appear that Blake had been digging in Gerard's closet before the finale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068699023634563810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7_lA_wnR-p0/Rlei6CkbguI/AAAAAAAAABc/Qr9xhd8rLzI/s320/BlakeandtheBlackParadehaha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I thought I was going to die! Sounds exciting, doesn't it? I don't know what happened, but my mother woke me up later than usual, and I stretch my legs in my bed, and a muscle felt like... stuck... and it hurt so freakin bad. :( Eventually I messaged it and the pain went away. I prepared getting dressed and started feeling super dizzy. Then, an immediate impulse to throw up. I rushed to the washroom, or at least tried too, because it felt like I was blacking out, and I couldn't see a thing. I was eventually laying on my stomach in the bathtub because I felt the need to be upside down. Once the sickness weared off a little, I just felt overly exhausted and lied in the corner of the bathroom for a while. I felt so emo. My mom let me sleep for about an hour and then I went to school feeling great. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any idea what is wrong with me? I don't think I ate anything weird yesterday. And... I'm NOT pregnant. Hee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here you go Diffy, and anyone else who comes along. Note that none of these videos were taken by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="370" width="530"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/98A33F44BADB53AF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/98A33F44BADB53AF" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="530" height="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*sigh* I miss them so much now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4257187129710961586-3906747344214444177?l=salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/feeds/3906747344214444177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4257187129710961586&amp;postID=3906747344214444177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/3906747344214444177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/3906747344214444177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-all-wanna-party-when-mcr-concert.html' title='We all wanna party when the MCR concert ends'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692906314711793600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7_lA_wnR-p0/RlefGykbgoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NnxNplheU_8/s72-c/I%27M+A+FREAKIN+GENIUS!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4257187129710961586.post-2053433727923925567</id><published>2007-04-21T17:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T19:47:16.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm your biggest fan, would you leave me lying here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: Satisfactory. A little hungry.  &lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; My Way Home is Through You, MCR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, it's time!!! Yesterday, I completed reading, for the second time in my lifetime, Airborn by Kenneth Oppel. And you know what that means? Exerpts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to begin? I just love this book. Well, it'll take me a while to find them all, so whatever time this post claims I posted it, isn't close to the actual time I posted this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WARNING: Some of the following may &lt;em&gt;appear &lt;/em&gt;to contain sexual content to those who have not taken the time to read this book [you should consider it. Really.] but there really isn't. I promise.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the tour? Just you and... him."&lt;br /&gt;She said &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; like I was something oozing from the bottom of a trash can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watch out for the woman with the scary hair," he whispered to me, as we traded places.&lt;br /&gt;"I know all about her," I whispered back.&lt;br /&gt;"Said her tea tasted like a fish had bathed in it."&lt;br /&gt;"Should have taken the poor fellow out earlier," I told him. "Then she wouldn't have known."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'd better go take a look at this stream and report back to the captain," said Baz. "Everyone's agreed that I found it, right, and I had to fight a crocodile and piranhas on the way? Good. Thank you very much Miss de Vries, you're a font of wisdom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm glad being shipwrecked appeals to you."&lt;br /&gt;"Captain Walken made a point of avoiding that word."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, he was trying to keep everyone jolly, wasn't he. It's no good having everyone running around screaming and eating each other."&lt;br /&gt;"I wouldn't run around screaming," she said. "I can see eating someone in a pinch, though. If it really came down to it, I mean."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't doubt it."&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, Matt Cruse, don't you find it just a bit exciting, being here?"&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me as if I'd suggested we stop breathing for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about Miss Simpkins!" I cried.&lt;br /&gt;"Her? She'll sleep for hours. She excels at sleeping."&lt;br /&gt;Not much of a chaperone, our Miss Simpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I'm not around," I said miserably. "Not where it counts, anyway. The ship, that's where I should be. Not gallivanting around the forest, playing scientist and wrapping up bones in your knickers! I've never seen so much underwear!"&lt;br /&gt;"Some of it belongs to Miss Simpkins, I'll have you know!" she retorted angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can always leave you behind, Mr. Vlad!" one of the crew called out.&lt;br /&gt;"And who would cook for you, imbecile!" Mr. Vlad looked at me and smiled. "You're a good boy, Mr. Cruse. You understand food, not like some of the lunkheads around here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You two were in a cave together?" said Miss Simpkins in horror.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," said Kate, "and it was very, very dark."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all thought we were off in the forest whispering sweet nothings to each other. I tried to imagine Kate whispering a sweet nothing to someone, and couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I finish off your mango juice?"&lt;br /&gt;"No." I pushed the mug away from her reaching hand. "It's spiked with something. He's trying to get us drunk so we'll slip up if we're lying."&lt;br /&gt;"Good luck to him," she said. "I'm not the slightest bit slipsy."&lt;br /&gt;"You just said 'slipsy.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do I have time to visit the toilets?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;I stared back at her, incredulous. "You can go in the forest later."&lt;br /&gt;"I certainly won't," she said.&lt;br /&gt;"Suit yourself."&lt;br /&gt;"All very well for boys," she muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take your pants off!" I told Kate.&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pulled her hands free, and her lips trembled and were wet with tears.&lt;br /&gt;I kissed her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to, so I did it.&lt;br /&gt;... "Do it again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was very nice," she said. "That was the second time I've been kissed."&lt;br /&gt;"You were kissed before?" I said jealously.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, just now by you, but I thought I'd count each time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, we'll take some of theirs," said Kate. "We'll get inside and make some noise. They'll send one man out to investigate. We wait for him. We whack him--"&lt;br /&gt;"Whack him?" I repeated.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, bash him with something very hard, like a frying pan or a lug wrench, right in the skull."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate looked at me, impressed. "Is there anything you can't do, Mr. Cruse?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Can't sing," I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Really?"&lt;br /&gt;"Not worth spit. It's a terrible sound I make."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, are we all ready to whack some pirates?" Kate said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, that's all for now. The entire book is good, really. Just some memorable quotes for your enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other news since my last post? Well, no... except, Gerard left a letter on the official site. Apparently the whole band feels that Mikey needs a bit of time off with his sweetheart. A honeymoon, to be exact. And I feel very happy for him, despite that it's highly unlikely he'll be back in time for me to see him perform with the rest of the band in mid-May. No problem now, I'll just have to find a time to see them again in the future, all five of them together, won't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 7:45pm here now. Like I said, it took me a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4257187129710961586-2053433727923925567?l=salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/feeds/2053433727923925567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4257187129710961586&amp;postID=2053433727923925567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/2053433727923925567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/2053433727923925567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-your-biggest-fan-would-you-leave-me.html' title='I&apos;m your biggest fan, would you leave me lying here?'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692906314711793600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4257187129710961586.post-7388787690544638899</id><published>2007-04-20T11:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T12:28:40.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; It's Friiiday. &lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Why Say Anything Nice? BNL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="centre"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..Why'd you put your backpack on if you won't just take a hike?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I love this song. Anyway, I am posting this entry through a current spare I have at school. No, I'm not on another week-long break... unfortunetely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, so school's not the problem. Well, sometimes it is. The work hasn't been much of a problem. But being in this building... it's really getting to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experienced something today. At lunch, Meredith left for Subway... I didn't feel like going. It was fine. I didn't count on Tifani leaving for 7eleven though. So I was pretty lonely. Viktorya offered me her seat at her table to eat my lunch, which was generous, considering I accidently penetrated her arm with my pen in Science earlier that morning. I sat there, eating in silence, in isolation from the conversation speaking-wise, but I listened intently. The bunch was talking about colleges and universities, but eventually they came upon a different topic. I really hope they don't come across this blog entry and think that all I write about is their conversations. So instead of going into detail, I'd just like to share something I learned during that discussion. When you notice that outcast, sitting in the corner looking out the window, you may think they aren't very social, you may poke fun at them among your group of friends or ignore their existence entirely, but consider that there's a story behind every person, and that one person that you may look as "weird" and the "loner" likely has a sad story. I learned that in my own exclusion at lunch today, and it isn't fun to be lonely when surrounded by people. I just wish that sometimes I wouldn't judge. It's one thing I could do without.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyyyywayyyy... I have a Japanese student who will be staying at my house a week from now. Yes, I am in grade ten and the program is intended for junior high, but.... the Japanese outnumber us. =P So my vice principal needed help and Vikki and I took the opporunity to have another student, despite our old age. She's only one year younger than I am, actually, and we'll be taking her to many places. There is little to do in Canada, but much to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recieved my package from Waterloo recently, and I have to say that I have mixed feelings about the seminar. I am really thrilled to be chosen and I know this will be a perfect opportunity, especially to find out what Science classes I'd like to take in the future. But I'm also likely to be missing my exams while over there... all of them. And there might not be time to study. But... too late now. Haha. I picked going during the June week over the May week because MCR is simply more important. MCR. They claim to save lives with their concerts. So... I have to go, right? It's worth it. End of story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how much I've written so far. But I think I've worn out everything... the complaining has ended. For now. I thought I might actually sleep in this morning. I thought it was Saturday. But instead I wake to the reality of Friday, get up, and arrive to the bus stop EARLY to find that the bus is about to LEAVE. Ya, apparently she picks us up 4 minutes earlier every day now. And I have 22 freakin' minutes to waste before my first class which could otherwise be spent sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the whining has ended for good now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday! Can't wait to hear Madison's Friday song. *smirk*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4257187129710961586-7388787690544638899?l=salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/feeds/7388787690544638899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4257187129710961586&amp;postID=7388787690544638899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/7388787690544638899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/7388787690544638899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/2007/04/mood-its-friiiday.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692906314711793600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4257187129710961586.post-2511931671223423457</id><published>2007-04-14T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T23:33:22.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; meh. Worried but okay in general. &lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Nice Dream, Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so quick update before I post this quiz... I've gone absolutely nowhere with my homework/exam today. I wanted to finish it. Today. But I did quite a lot of research... I have a theme and line... woopee. *sigh* But I work best under pressure... it's the sad reality for moi. I'm just gonna be slightly busy tomorrow... so hopefully I can go to bed a little earlier so I can also wake earlier. Oh, and be sure to read the post below this as I posted it... I think 22 hours ago. Anyway, onto the quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) &lt;em&gt;AVAILABLE:&lt;/em&gt; Yes, me is.&lt;br /&gt;B) &lt;em&gt;BIRTHDAY:&lt;/em&gt; June 27! Almost 16! =)&lt;br /&gt;C) &lt;em&gt;CRUSHING?:&lt;/em&gt; *shifty eyes* It's not coming out into the open... =P&lt;br /&gt;D) &lt;em&gt;DRINK YOU LAST HAD:&lt;/em&gt; Come to think of it, I am thirsty. Holy moly, I only drink water yet the last drink I had was hot chocolate...&lt;br /&gt;E) &lt;em&gt;EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO:&lt;/em&gt; Well, I suppose that would be Diffy.&lt;br /&gt;F) &lt;em&gt;FAVORITE GROUP/BAND/SINGER?:&lt;/em&gt; Hehe! Group? I dunno of any I like... lol. Band? My Chemical Romance. Singer? Kalan Porter. Yes, they are SO alike... *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;G) &lt;em&gt;GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS:&lt;/em&gt; Gummi Bunnies!&lt;br /&gt;H) &lt;em&gt;HOMETOWN:&lt;/em&gt; I live.. in... wait for it... BELLEVUE! Don't stalk me! =(&lt;br /&gt;I) &lt;em&gt;INSTRUMENT(S):&lt;/em&gt; Pretty decent flutist(Is that right? lol), amateur pianist, and sucky guitarist. =P&lt;br /&gt;J) &lt;em&gt;JUICE:&lt;/em&gt; If I ever see another juice box.... *cringes* I like cranberry believe it or not. O.o&lt;br /&gt;K) &lt;em&gt;KILLED SOMEONE:&lt;/em&gt; Not that I know of!&lt;br /&gt;L) &lt;em&gt;LONGEST CAR RIDE:&lt;/em&gt; How about 3 days? To Quebec? Anyone wanna do that AGAIN?&lt;br /&gt;M) &lt;em&gt;MILKSHAKE FLAVOUR:&lt;/em&gt; I hate making milkshakes! But I suppose banana. =P&lt;br /&gt;O) &lt;em&gt;ONE WISH:&lt;/em&gt; I want to be a wicked guitarist. =D&lt;br /&gt;P) &lt;em&gt;PERSON YOU TALKED TO LAST:&lt;/em&gt; My sister. GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;Q) &lt;em&gt;QUIZZES TAKEN LAST:&lt;/em&gt; I took a quiz to figure what My Chemical Romance song I am. Unfortunetely, it was really lame, and the author needs to be exposed to my friend, grammer.&lt;br /&gt;R) &lt;em&gt;REASONS TO SMILE:&lt;/em&gt; MCR concert. Seeing my favorite people on Monday. *is smiling*&lt;br /&gt;S) &lt;em&gt;SONG YOU LAST HEARD:&lt;/em&gt; Well, I am currently listening to the live version of &lt;em&gt;I Don't Love You &lt;/em&gt;and as you can see from the beginning of this post, it takes me longer than the length of one song to post an entry.&lt;br /&gt;T) &lt;em&gt;TIME YOU WOKE UP:&lt;/em&gt; 9:30. Not too bad, considering I don't even know when I fell asleep...&lt;br /&gt;U) &lt;em&gt;UNDERWEAR:&lt;/em&gt; White with colourful polka dots.&lt;br /&gt;V) &lt;em&gt;VEGETABLES:&lt;/em&gt; Lettuce, Tomatoes, Cucumbers, and that's about it. lol&lt;br /&gt;W) &lt;em&gt;WORST HABITS:&lt;/em&gt; Augh! Where do I begin? Procrastinating, being an annoyance, being an airhead, complaining... the list goes on. I'm lucky I have people who love me.&lt;br /&gt;X) &lt;em&gt;X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD:&lt;/em&gt; Just the one on my arm, methinks...&lt;br /&gt;Y) &lt;em&gt;YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL:&lt;/em&gt; Lemur! And Sea Turtles... and Sharks. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Z) &lt;em&gt;ZODIAC SIGN:&lt;/em&gt; Cancer. I think it suits me. Me loves horoscopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I dunno when the next time I post will be... but hopefully once more before the awesomely amazing concert. =D I am getting a Japanese student soon so maybe I can update you alls on that. Umm... okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4257187129710961586-2511931671223423457?l=salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/feeds/2511931671223423457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4257187129710961586&amp;postID=2511931671223423457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/2511931671223423457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/2511931671223423457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/2007/04/oops.html' title='Oops...'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692906314711793600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4257187129710961586.post-6838463940007375559</id><published>2007-04-14T00:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T00:36:24.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been so lost without you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; I honestly couldn't tell you.  &lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; My head is ringing with Blake... tis nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured it was probably time to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't accuse me of procrastinating. I promised one post at least every break... and you're getting it now. It's still Easter break, just the near end of it! Oh gosh, where did the time go? The February break was awesome. I enjoyed myself and it took its time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter has been significantly quicker. And I'm not so... bubbly. Despite all the wonderful Spring happenings!!! Well, I suppose one of the reasons is... Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her so much. I miss all my friends right now, we're all in different places... but I'm stuck in the place we all live, which you know, has a lack of excitement from time to time. But the fact that Sarah won't be at school anymore... it breaks my heart. But I don't want to tell her that, because the last thing I want is for her to go into a deep depression over where she is... she needs to enjoy herself there, make new friends, even though it's hard for all of us really. And even though she will read this post... I miss you Sarah. But you mustn't lose hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at any rate, I did complete some things on my to-do list this Easter. I cleaned some of my room. I've reallly progressed at playing guitar, although now I have a feeling it's as far as I can go. The chords are so hard for me. I CAN'T DO IT, DAMMIT! I don't even know if it's my nails anymore. You have to be... &lt;em&gt;nail-less.&lt;/em&gt; Or maybe it's just me. I dunno. Other things I've done... well, the other half of my English essay is NOT one of them. I'm really getting worried now, that my teacher may not accept it because it should have been done in class but we ran out of time. And I know I'm an IDIOT when it comes to these things but I was really having a breakdown that day. Although something that lifted my spirits was going to Meredith's for a sleepover! That was quite fun. Especially seeing Sarah, and all her pertiful new clothing... and having Tif there also was just awesome. Hee, the four of us. I really don't want those moments to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else is there? Ahh.. of course... I can only keep it away for so long. Yes, I've been reading Airborn! Every night, in fact, and I'm almost finished. Kenneth is an absolute GENIUS! I love this book. And I want the movie to be out. Really badly! And I want Emma Watson to do Kate de Vries. Also badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's more I need to say... let it be now. Blake Lewis shall rule American Idol history. The scrolling song info on my Sirius Satelite radio is UPSIDE DOWN. It is really late. I am going to Waterloo in June for a computer science seminar. I bought cream eggs today- my FAVORITE Easter treat. I need a shmoopy. My mom ordered Paint Shop Pro 8 off ebay. And KALAN PORTER FINISHED RECORDING HIS SECOND ALBUM! Thank the lord, this moment has come. Now to wait until I can hold it in my hands... meanwhile I get to see the amazing My Chemical Romance in May! It's all too much to take in. I'm &lt;em&gt;considering &lt;/em&gt;trying to do something about Saturday, May 19th. I'm really foreboding it. I mean, really now, it is most difficult to be seriously impatiently awaiting with much excitement for a moment in life, and then really dreading the moment to come right after. Augh, I will need drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose I have told you everything! Now run along, shoo. It is 12:30am here and my body is tired but my mind is racing around like the crazy weather around here. I honestly don't know what to make of myself... I'm just really messed up right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please enjoy your last moments of Easter. I know I probably won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4257187129710961586-6838463940007375559?l=salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/feeds/6838463940007375559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4257187129710961586&amp;postID=6838463940007375559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/6838463940007375559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/6838463940007375559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-been-so-lost-without-you.html' title='I&apos;ve been so lost without you...'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692906314711793600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4257187129710961586.post-8600018550164385191</id><published>2007-03-01T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T08:57:36.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing this when I should be doing other things...</title><content type='html'>Name 11 people you can think of right off the top of your head. Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 11 people. This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list&lt;br /&gt;the names first.. No cheating!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Meredith&lt;br /&gt;2. Sarah&lt;br /&gt;3. Emelia&lt;br /&gt;4. Sheridan&lt;br /&gt;5. Nobuho&lt;br /&gt;6. Zach&lt;br /&gt;7. Hadyn&lt;br /&gt;8. Tifani&lt;br /&gt;9. Nolan&lt;br /&gt;10.Viktorya&lt;br /&gt;11.Mr. Auffrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T LOOK AHEAD UNLESS U FILLED UP THE TOP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet #4? Probably sometime randomly in grade 5. Didn't get to really KNOW her till we went to Japan. Oh man, that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you hadn't met number 1? I dunno. *cries* Life would be...depressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 1 and 2 were going out? Hehe. I'd feel ditched, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 8? Grade five again, but I don't remember it. She's been a great friend though last year and this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do u think of number 7? He's pretty cool. I guess many times he's just there... pretty creepy really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would u do if #3 confessed they loved you? I would be onfused, haha! I think I would just feel really really uncomfortable and awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 10 live? By the lake! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is number 2 your friend? I love Sarah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's 9's best friend? I asked Nolan, and he said his grandmother. So there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever eat around 6? He usually eats around us! He sits either beside our table o at our table. Then Tifani has to beat him out of her chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss number 1? Yes! I immenely miss her already! MEREDITH! *HUGS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's 4 dating? Um... some Japanse guy maybe? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your opinion of number 6? It's nice having him around to talk to. Although he usually has dark thoughts and thinks everyone should die a slow and painful death, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 3 and 9 were going out? I would probably be sleeping, as it would only happen in a dream! Oh my, now THAT would be the talk of he school for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you marry #5? I doubt she's agree to it. It'd be a long distance relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last see 11? Just now. He's on the computer supervising the class. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love #8? Yes! Tifani is greatly loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever slept in the same room as any of the numbers? Meredith, Viktorya, Sarah, Emelia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of their phone numbers do you have? Merediths, Sarah (though I forget it often) and... Viktorya. Think that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4257187129710961586-8600018550164385191?l=salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/feeds/8600018550164385191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4257187129710961586&amp;postID=8600018550164385191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/8600018550164385191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/8600018550164385191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/2007/03/doing-this-when-i-should-be-doing-other.html' title='Doing this when I should be doing other things...'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692906314711793600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4257187129710961586.post-352724224141204226</id><published>2007-02-17T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T19:35:10.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinkberry Frozen Yogurt</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to say about today. Except... it's been absolutely perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up at a good time, took a shower, had a light breakfast and then trimmed all of the pictures I took while I was in Japan so that they would fit in my Japanese photo album. I played an hour on my sister's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gameboy&lt;/span&gt;, (she wasn't here most of the day... makes it that much better) had a yummy lunch and then my mom and I took the dog for a run. I come back and proceed to cut out pictures from Japanese brochures to put in my journal. It's hard to imagine I was in Japan over three months ago now. During this, I was listening to Alt Nation on Sirius radio, and I find out there's a new channel... one for 90's alternative music. New preset alert! Then I play, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;, on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; ball a bit... then the whole family goes to a Chinese restaurant. And lucky us, it's the beginning of the Chinese New Year, so it's that much more special. After a satisfying dinner, we return home and I come on the computer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I learn that it may be a good idea to check my email more often, or else I get so much good news at once that it's overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl I met in Japan emailed me; we've been exchanging emails quite a bit since I was there. And she tells me she's coming to Canada (through my high school program more specifically) so we'll be able to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also found out that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Kalan&lt;/span&gt; Porter's going to be on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;etalk&lt;/span&gt; on Monday. I haven't seen him on television for... well, I can't remember when. But it'll be good to see him. And he refuses to stop updating us on what's happening. Even if it's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;brainfreeze&lt;/span&gt; from quickly eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Pinkberry&lt;/span&gt; Frozen Yogurt. But this is good... he's apparently really going forward with the record, and it might actually come out when he says it will this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what else do I find in my email inbox?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nothing... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;MCR&lt;/span&gt; is coming to Calgary in May,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, like I said, it's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Going to go watch a hockey game now. If the Calgary Flames win... I swear, this day couldn't be better. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I MIGHT FINALLY GET TO SEE MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE, BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4257187129710961586-352724224141204226?l=salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/feeds/352724224141204226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4257187129710961586&amp;postID=352724224141204226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/352724224141204226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/352724224141204226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/2007/02/pinkberry-frozen-yogurt.html' title='Pinkberry Frozen Yogurt'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692906314711793600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4257187129710961586.post-4427462685506619137</id><published>2007-02-16T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T17:24:41.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barenaked on a stick, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; happy! :)  &lt;strong&gt;Song: &lt;/strong&gt;Heaven Help Us, My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;, finally, it's like the five day weekend marking the end of the first semester all over again! Except this time it's not the end of the semester... and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Febuary&lt;/span&gt;. And nine days off! Whenever I have these really long breaks, it's the best time for me to post in my blog. If you were wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what's new with me? Well, if you've read my previous post, I was waiting to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Barenaked&lt;/span&gt; Ladies perform live for the first time... and I did! Wow, it was unbelievable. I mean, it was inevitable before I saw them that they'd kick butt in their live shows, but this was better than that! I couldn't be more satisfied. The show was opened up by Tomi Swick. Ya, Diffy and I hadn't exactly heard of him either, but once he started performing, we recognized three songs! One which I happen to like very much. After that, I got to purchase my Barenaked on a stick! (That's the USB stick thingie with music on it already). Even more happy. Then the concert just... completed my life, can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so there's not much more to say, except that tomorrow is a special day! It's Sarah's sixteenth birthday! Wow, we get old fast, don't we? I'm a little happy that Sarah delayed her party... and she'll find out why soon enough. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched all twelve&lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/tgsmenu.html"&gt; teen girl squad&lt;/a&gt; episodes... they bring back such good times.&lt;br /&gt;"Wave o' babies"&lt;br /&gt;"Corn is no place for a mighty warrior..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for now, unless I think of other things that you'd care to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4257187129710961586-4427462685506619137?l=salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/feeds/4427462685506619137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4257187129710961586&amp;postID=4427462685506619137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/4427462685506619137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/4427462685506619137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/2007/02/barenaked-on-stick-anyone.html' title='Barenaked on a stick, anyone?'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692906314711793600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4257187129710961586.post-792663151828315118</id><published>2007-01-26T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T23:26:56.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You didn't think I'd never come back, did you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Fine, thank you.   &lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; The Perfect Crime No.2, The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! I suppose you've been wondering where I've been. Well, it's a little thing called &lt;em&gt;high school. &lt;/em&gt;Anyway, semester one is officially done for the year, including two final exams written and finished (and I feel oh so good about that Math final). So now that I'm two days through my five day weekend, I thought I'd drop by and leave a post. Wasn't that nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I watched &lt;em&gt;The Hour &lt;/em&gt;and Ed and Steve from the Barenaked Ladies were on (though Diffy already told me)! They were talking about this cool product, where you can purchase memory sticks that plug directly into one's computer through USB, and contains their new CD. It's one of their methods to bringing around new technology (because lets face it; the CD is becoming increasingly unpopular) and a small step to saving the planet; because CDs get used once to rip music, then lie around. At any rate, I really agreed with what they had to say. I can imagine it's an idea that's been around for a long while, but record companies are too hesitant to try it because there is no protection on the music. But Ed is right; once you pay for the music, you don't want restrictions. Sharing music is the best way to spread the word about the artist or band. And besides, music &lt;strong&gt;can never&lt;/strong&gt; be completely protected. People will download music off the internet for free anyway (especially if you can't get music off a CD onto your mp3 player). It's also a step toward my vision of a completely CD-free world, where you take your portable mp3 player to any store that sells CDs today, plug it in, and purchase the music you want. That way, less materials are used to produce CDs that end up going to waste any way. And I can't wait to go to the Barenaked Ladies concert on February 9th!!! I am so excited, I just want to sleep all through the next two weeks. And who knows, I may buy one of those memory sticks if they're sold at the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... I recently found out some info on the upcoming Airborn movie. *is excited* Rumours say that Matt Cruse (the main character of course) may be played by Liam Aiken. You know, the supposed-to-be Harry Potter (but we're so used to Daniel, he's better), and he starred in the movie, A Series of Unfortunate Events (based on one of my favorite book series, of course). I am actually quite excited that he may be playing the part, I like the kid. I do remember, though, looking at the cover of the Airborn book and thinking that Matt looked just like a boy in my grade, Joey (they shared quite the unusual expression, too). Wow, Differs and I laughed a lot over that. Moving on, a much more recent rumour indicates that the lovely Kate de Vries may be played by Emma Watson. I just have to laugh out loud. Because she'd be absolutely perfect for the part. I mean, Hermione and Kate have very similiar personalities. I'd be that much more impatient for the movie if this rumour is true. And it apparently comes out in 2008. That's a year! Hey, I've waited an entire year for Kalan Porter's second CD (and still waiting...), I can handle this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I think that's about it for any exciting news. I should sign off, because I need to awake early tomorrow morning, because the family is heading to the brand new Walmart located 20 minutes away. Haha, it sounds silly, but we're all excited for it. DO NOT JUDGE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend, my few readers! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4257187129710961586-792663151828315118?l=salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/feeds/792663151828315118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4257187129710961586&amp;postID=792663151828315118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/792663151828315118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/792663151828315118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-didnt-think-id-never-come-back-did.html' title='You didn&apos;t think I&apos;d never come back, did you?'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692906314711793600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4257187129710961586.post-7920359497539147072</id><published>2007-01-04T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T13:48:08.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was bound to happen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; *sneezes* Eww... &lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Everything In Its Right Place, Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go... quess what? I wake up this morning, and I feel just downright awful. My throat is sore, I can barely talk, I'm sneezing like mad... well, with a household full of people with colds, it was bound to happen, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I practiced a bit of guitar today. With shorter fingernails, it is&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alot&lt;/em&gt; easier. Although I may have to cut them a bit shorter. Can't someone out there invent a guitar for people who like their fingernails a little longer?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been having a bit of fun this morning doing quizzes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Are Likely a Third Born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/birthorderpredictorquiz/third-born.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your darkest moments, you feel vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;At work and school, you do best when you're comparing things.&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, you tend to like to please them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In friendship, you are loyal to one person.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal careers are: sales, police officer, newspaper reporter, inventor, poet, and animal trainer.&lt;br /&gt;You will leave your mark on the world with inventions, poetry, and inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/birthorderpredictorquiz/"&gt;The Birth Order Predictor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;^&lt;/em&gt; Some of this is correct... except that I'm a first born. &gt;D ^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Are 45% Indie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howindieareyouquiz/indie-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty indie, but you don't make a fuss letting everyone know.&lt;br /&gt;You just do what you like. You enjoy many types of things - from trendy to bizarre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howindieareyouquiz/"&gt;How Indie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^ Yeah... I think that about suits me! =D ^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your Eyes Should Be Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/brown.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes reflect: Depth and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's hidden behind your eyes: A tender heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Eyes Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^ Hmm... really? Well, my eye colour likes to change... so maybe they'll be brown one day! ^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your Taste in Music:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsyourtasteinmusicquiz/music.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90's Alternative: Highest Influence&lt;br /&gt;Adult Alternative: Medium Influence&lt;br /&gt;Alternative Rock: Medium Influence&lt;br /&gt;80's Alternative: Low Influence&lt;br /&gt;80's Pop: No Influence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourtasteinmusicquiz/"&gt;How's Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^ I quite agree with this really... one of the better quizzes I've taken! ^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4257187129710961586-7920359497539147072?l=salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/feeds/7920359497539147072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4257187129710961586&amp;postID=7920359497539147072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/7920359497539147072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/7920359497539147072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-was-bound-to-happen.html' title='It was bound to happen...'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692906314711793600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4257187129710961586.post-6884031043960132755</id><published>2007-01-03T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:15:37.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Give me the lowdown on your hoedown"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;Quite satisfied. And sleepy. As usual.  &lt;strong&gt;Current Song: &lt;/strong&gt;Eva Avila - I Do it All for You (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I just got home from Sarah's house (after almost being stranded there because of snow) and I have to say that I feel much better that I got to hang out with her. Plus, my entire family is sick, except for moi, so getting away from the icky nastiness germs was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at Sarah's, we mostly spent time on the computer. She showed me her new beautiful blog (which I updated her link with under "Co-Pilots") and then we played Avatar High. We ended that shortly because Sarah's character was a loner and kind of friendless, and there was this neat glitch, because we created this dude we know named "Shaun" and he completely dissapeared from the game. He was there, but no one could see him. It was really funny how he was still the topic of many discussions, however. "Hey, has anyone seen Shaun lately?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we talked to Meredith on msn. That was fun. We were clowning around with Sarah's new digital camera which we used as a webcam. The funniest thing though, was when Sarah asked Meredith; "Ok, give me the lowdown on your hoedown." We laughed till our sides ached. Meredith was all "WHAT?" then "I'm not entirely sure what that means... lol".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played more Avatar High. This time EVERYONE was visible, luckily, and it proved interesting. But I was also busy reading Sarah's SPIN magazine, then Sarah's mom bought her the latest issue, so I was enthralled in that as well. Some very good reviews on MCR, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had supper, and watched TV! Yay! Especially shows I don't have at home. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was pretty much my day. Before heading to Sarah's though, my mom and I picked up our van. It was being repaired for... something... and my parents said they've recently been researching for a new vehicle. A more reliable one, anyway. Turns out we may get a brand new one! I'm very excited for this if it turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been really annoyed that I don't have much music to listen too. I mean, my Zen Micro can hold 5GB, yet I only have 285 songs? There are many artists and albums out there I am eyeing, but I don't have enough money to purchase everything I want, nor can I decide what to buy one at a time. It really sucks. And I refuse to download music on the internet for free, because frankly, to me it is illegal, even if the site says it is not. So I need music... but to have music, I need money. I guess money &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; buy you happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel that is all I need to share right now. I went to bed early last night, and woke up late this morning. But I still feel soooo exhausted. So I'm going to try to get some rest, and hopefully catch up to my school schedule before it arrives (you know, early to bed, early to rise kind of thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4257187129710961586-6884031043960132755?l=salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/feeds/6884031043960132755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4257187129710961586&amp;postID=6884031043960132755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/6884031043960132755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/6884031043960132755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/2007/01/give-me-lowdown-on-your-hoedown.html' title='&quot;Give me the lowdown on your hoedown&quot;'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692906314711793600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4257187129710961586.post-2937132149739529706</id><published>2007-01-01T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T14:11:30.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you miss me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Lazy (is that a mood?) &lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; That new one by the Dixie Chicks... stupid radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I am refreshed, perhaps I can give you a more proper post. It's hard to imagine I was on the computer 12 hours ago. I woke up at 10:30am this morning, which isn't a time I usually wake up at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what did I get for Christmas 2006? When I woke up on Christmas morning, and took a glance at the shapes of the gifts by the tree, I immedietely thought, "Well, I may not have gotten what I wanted, but it's okay." I did want, if you were wondering, an acoustic guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did get was my very own hairdryer (finally), this thing with hooks on it for my jewellery and a necklace, a bunch of sweets, the final book of the Series of Unfortunate Events to complete my collection, a toque, THE AMAZING RACE DVD/BOARD GAME, a Tweety Mug, and... a puzzle that my sister made that I had to put together. It read something lame like "G is for girl, G is for Grass" or something like that. And I was thinking "Hee, G is for Gerard." Until the end of the note said to go downstairs, and sure enough, there is a guitar case waiting for me. Mom said the shape would have given it away if she put it under the tree. I can't say I was overly thrilled, but I did appreciate that she got something I had asked for. Later that day I tried it; I also got a book/CD/DVD that teaches guitar basics. Turns out it may be difficult to play with my insanely long fingernails after all. I didn't think it would be a problem, but when switching notes and chords, my nails often get in the way of the string beside the one I intend to push down, and the other string gets muted. Aww well. I'll trim my nails then. I asked for this gift, and I'm determined to learn it, and hopefully really, really enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, mom also got the family a brand new HP printer (thank god!) as well as a portable DVD player. I'm really proud of her, she said she got it cheap but it's very good quality and has 30 built-in games on it! Neat. On Boxing Day, my family and I set out to Edmonton for our 3-day vacation. I was kind of dissapointed, I ended up shopping at stores in West Ed Mall that didn't have Boxing Day sales, and it was a bummer. Wednesday was fun. We went to Galaxy Land early in the morning, so it wasn't busy - no line-ups. I was amazed how small it looked to me. I guess when I always went there as a little kid, it all seemed so huge. But Galaxy Land seemed so small this time. Hey, it's almost been six years. Then the Water Park. Wow, that was fun! I went on four slides in total, even some advanced ones. Then that night we ate dinner at my cousin's house and my aunt was visiting. It was very good, and the gift they gave me was a $20 gift card for HMV. The conversations at the table were &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;interesting; my cousin is fluent in both French and English, her husband only knows English and my aunt only speaks French. So here we have a jumble of two languages into one conversation. My parents jumped between the languages, and overall it was fascinating to listen too. I'm also happy I understood most of the French and can keep building on those skills even if I'm not in French class. We woke up early the next morning, because the plan was to go to the mall right when it opened for two hours to finish our shopping (because Boxing Day was SUPER busy.) What we ended up doing was taking our time, and my dad began saying at breakfast that he felt really guilty that now we are in Edmonton, and my aunt is visiting all the way from Quebec, and the last time we saw her was five years ago. In the end, my dad decided to stay another day. We got an extra hour at the mall, not that I spent all my money, and we spent the night at my cousin's. So that was interesting. This trip was supposed to be a huge shopping spree for me, because I had saved up over five hundred dollars. I spent just over two hundred instead. So I guess I'll have a lot of money for Vancouver when I go there on the band trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that's a lot of typing. Nothing much happened since then; I've been sleeping in and sitting on my butt all day. But like I said, I hope to visit Sarah and finally see her house on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's year 2007 and I still don't have any resolutions... not that I'd fulfill them anyway. Maybe see MCR in concert. There, that's a good one. If they get up here to Canada, that is. This month they are starting a tour in the US with Rise Against as their opening act... *shudders*. I just... dislike that band. But after that tour, apperently, Muse will be opening for them! That'd be nice to see, and I'm hoping that tour includes Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that makes a sufficient second post. If you're wondering on how to post a comment, you have to click on "Flight Log" which is my posts, but you'll see beside the title this time that there is a link to post comments. Sorry, this template did not include a commenting feature and that's the best I could do. And comments are really, really appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4257187129710961586-2937132149739529706?l=salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/feeds/2937132149739529706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4257187129710961586&amp;postID=2937132149739529706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/2937132149739529706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/2937132149739529706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/2007/01/did-you-miss-me.html' title='Did you miss me?'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692906314711793600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4257187129710961586.post-4970327311737485148</id><published>2006-12-31T17:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T01:08:48.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog, New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;Sleepy&lt;strong&gt; Song in my head:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Idiots in Photographs, Stabilo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... it has been a while. I mean, a &lt;em&gt;long &lt;/em&gt;while. I kind of miss it. Ok, I miss it a lot. You know, writing down things that happen to me everyday... it's provides me with such a breath of fresh air. And oh, it is so amazing to read back on what I previously wrote! Please, see for yourself (if you have a lot of free time, that is): &lt;a href="http://www.carebear627.bravejournal.com"&gt;http://www.carebear627.bravejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And take a look at this template! I mean, I swear I've searched the entire world wide web and didn't find anything I was completely satisfied with, until this. It strongly reminds me of my favorite novels of all time, Airborne and Skybreaker (both by Kenneth Oppel). And how about having a little fun now and then? It sure is different. I mean look at the flash down below! It goes from day to night. That is SO COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hard thing about keeping a blog is if you keep it random; it's difficult to find stuff to write about. If I always had a topic in mind, it wouldn't be so hard. I've decided to share the dreams I have during the night (but only if I am willing), to get me started. As well as other things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't want to rant on about recent experiences, because 2006 is nearly done now. It's time to focus on year 2007. But I do want to mention a book I finished just last night. I started it in the summer. It's the entire series of the Chronicles of Narnia, all seven books, into one large book. So really, I've read seven books since summer! Don't get me wrong, the stories about Narnia are excellent and I enjoy them, but I am not sure how I feel about the very ending. I mean, was it really necessary for all of the main characters to die? A planned death, no less. I know they are happier now that they've... passed away. Perhaps I am jealous that they are in real Narnia, and I am stranded on this pitiful copy of the real Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that didn't ruin it for you if you planned on doing a bit of reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am once again experiencing depression during the Holidays. And I think I've figured out why. When I am around my friends, I am nearly always laughing and having a wonderful time. And now I haven't seen them in over a week. Funny thing, because I felt I needed this break, to get away from it all and get some me time. That's fine for a few days, but now I'm suffering. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I sound so... emo. Well, maybe I'm typing bitterly. Anyway, I've planned to see Sarah on Wednesday, so hopefully it goes through. I'm looking forward to it. A silver lining perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go before I fall asleep on my keyboard. Please, enjoy the New Year, and may some of your resolutions be met.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4257187129710961586-4970327311737485148?l=salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/feeds/4970327311737485148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4257187129710961586&amp;postID=4970327311737485148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/4970327311737485148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4257187129710961586/posts/default/4970327311737485148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salutarydetrimental.blogspot.com/2006/12/blaaaaa.html' title='New Blog, New Year'/><author><name>Carolyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13692906314711793600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
