<?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-3740698953792831098</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:32:42.569-05:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Danny'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Activities'/><category term='School/Homework'/><category term='Music'/><title type='text'>Nat's Lyfe</title><subtitle type='html'>Here's the zone where I can post stuff about my life. Later on, I'll be able to look back on everything I've posted here and I'll remember the good and bad times. Call it a journal or diary, whatever, but this is my life that I'm sharing (some of it anyways).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306742685294088329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0n-cKa6mLY/SfO-D0SSjcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CPCg7bCF8Qk/S220/IMG000051.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740698953792831098.post-5530778632889330436</id><published>2009-11-08T20:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:45:17.426-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danny'/><title type='text'>Last Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I have become notorious for periodic posts. Maybe it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; I feel like no one is reading? Oh well, gets things off my chest and allows me to organize my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;And I know my boy reads these &lt;3&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Danners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; was over last weekend (Halloween weekend) and it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;preeeeeeeeeeeety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; great =)&lt;br /&gt;We picked up Danny a little early (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;!!!) and then we cuddled in the back seat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alllllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; the way home. He's so adorable when he's like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We got home on the Friday night and just mostly hung out. I think that was the night we decided to go get some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. We arrived there at like 9:55, just as they were about to close so they let us have some REALLY cheap chicken pieces. Danny wanted a crunch-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;somethingorother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; (Big Crunch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sandwich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;?) instead but they refused to make it. Would have taken SIX minutes and they closed in FIVE. Assholes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So we went back home, ate our chicken, and cuddled some more :) &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; morning rolled around and we just snuggled and hung out again. And Jill, this was the day the "mouse got the cheese". Happy now? (If you don't understand what I mean, don't bother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;). Then came Halloween night itself, the "main event". I was supposed to have a bunch of people over, but we scrapped that idea when 2 people cancelled and things weren't coming together as planned. Krista and her boyfriend stopped over for a quick visit anyways while Danny and I were watching a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Speaking of which, we rented 3 movies: Mutant Chronicles, The Haunting in Connecticut, and The Unborn. We also watched Paranormal Activity (which scared me Saturday night and prevented me from sleeping all that well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;). Before Krista and her bf stopped by, Danny and I had a chocolate fondue by the candlelight (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;AWWWWHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;!!!) and cuddled LOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning we snuggled again and dropped him off in Perth for his mom to pick him up. On the way there, he said that he always worried about me more than he worried about himself when we part ways after dropping him off. That's really something that hit me hard: he really worries about me when he's away. I kinda figured that he would, but hearing him say it means SO much more than just me thinking it, or taking it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same thing goes for him telling me that he loves me . . . he did that quite a bit on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you too, Daniel &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740698953792831098-5530778632889330436?l=natsparky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/feeds/5530778632889330436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/5530778632889330436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/5530778632889330436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-weekend.html' title='Last Weekend'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306742685294088329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0n-cKa6mLY/SfO-D0SSjcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CPCg7bCF8Qk/S220/IMG000051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740698953792831098.post-8818856281706560488</id><published>2009-10-04T22:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:07:46.244-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danny'/><title type='text'>&lt;3 WOW AWESOME WEEKEND WITH DANNERS!!! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I love you Danny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So seven months has come and gone. SEVEN FUCKING MONTHS WITH DANNY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Seven months with my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Seven months with my future husband.&lt;br /&gt;Seven months with the guy of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Seven months of bliss&lt;br /&gt;Seven months with my Danny &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came over this weekend and we spend the entire weekend together. Left my University and then picked him up at his school in Perth and then drove back to my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;I started unpacking my stuff and what does he do? He comes in my room &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; he knows that I'm alone in there and hugs me. I love this kid &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Then we cuddled for the rest of the night, just watching TV and me holding on to him *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the hockey game on Saturday night. The "MAIN EVENT" because I wanted to be with him at the starting of the Sens regular season. We lost (boo!!!) but I think that Danny and I won ;p . . . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; we cuddled the whole game. There was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fondue&lt;/span&gt; intermission that I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Danners&lt;/span&gt; liked a lot so I'm gonna help him shop for his mom and his aunt for Christmas later on in the year. After the game, we cuddled some more and he fell asleep in my arms (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;awwwwhhh&lt;/span&gt;!!!) I was told later in the AM that he woke up and reached over for me but I was in my own bed (had to go or my mom would have killed me). Next time, I'm gonna stay, Danny &lt;3 For you.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to drive him back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lanark&lt;/span&gt; so he took a shower and then we hopped in the van and fell asleep on one another. He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soooooooo&lt;/span&gt; fucking cute!!! I just held him as he was laying on my lap and I fell asleep too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he left, I was so sad to see his truck drive away . . . but I know that he really liked this visit (no matter how clingy I was the whole time). I wanna do that again sometime soon. Maybe in December . . . For the Holidays for about four days maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him so much . . . He's the one I'm gonna marry . . . He's the perfect one for me.&lt;br /&gt;DANNY, I LOVE YOU!!! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740698953792831098-8818856281706560488?l=natsparky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/feeds/8818856281706560488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/10/3-wow-awesome-weekend-with-danners-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/8818856281706560488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/8818856281706560488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/10/3-wow-awesome-weekend-with-danners-3.html' title='&lt;3 WOW AWESOME WEEKEND WITH DANNERS!!! &lt;3'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306742685294088329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0n-cKa6mLY/SfO-D0SSjcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CPCg7bCF8Qk/S220/IMG000051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740698953792831098.post-2308712248888641717</id><published>2009-08-28T15:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:04:53.463-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danny'/><title type='text'>6 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The song is called 6 Months and it's by a band called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hey_Monday"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hey Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. Coincidentally, it's the 6 month anniversary between me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Danners&lt;/span&gt; and it's been the BEST 6 months of my life. He's just been so amazing with every little thing that he does . . . he's so meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was vacationing in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Calabogie&lt;/span&gt;, near Danny's house, and we picked him up while his parents weren't home. He stayed with us in our AMAZING hotel for a few days and I got to spend some awesome quality time with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We swam in the lake there and he gave me a piggyback ride through the water (which was awesome and really cute). One of the other days, we went off to play tennis (shirts were off ;p) and I discovered that I was more in shape than my boyfriend! He was getting tired after almost an hour of tennis so we called it a day and went inside to relax. Just watched a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couple&lt;/span&gt; movies and cuddled LOTS.&lt;br /&gt;He slept over one of the days he was over (we usually brought him back before his parents came home) and got one of his friends to cover for him. I don't think it was ethical, but when you're in love, you say "fuck ethics" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; That morning he got up late (I had tucked him in the night before . . . in a CLEAN way, people) and we just cuddled in bed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; He was so cute and I just loved watching him . . . I know it sounds weird but when you love someone, sometimes it's all you wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;OH! And I totally bought him this expensive necklace from one of the local artisans. I didn't think he liked it at first but I think maybe he warmed up to it . . . He looks SO cute with it on, I cant even begin to describe it . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, Danny. Happy 6 Months!!! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740698953792831098-2308712248888641717?l=natsparky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/feeds/2308712248888641717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/08/6-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/2308712248888641717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/2308712248888641717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/08/6-months.html' title='6 Months'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306742685294088329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0n-cKa6mLY/SfO-D0SSjcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CPCg7bCF8Qk/S220/IMG000051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740698953792831098.post-751099711883613237</id><published>2009-07-27T14:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T15:01:51.631-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Stuff Going On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So on Saturday it was my Mom's birthday, and she didn't want me to buy her anything (I'm supposed to be saving for University) so instead I wrote her some s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;appy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; letter telling her how much she meant to me. She cried a lot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. Pretty great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Anyways I've been working for the past 4 days, killer shifts, on my feet all day, and dealing with stupid people (stupid customers, more specifically). Some of them should just be shot, honestly. Then there was this whole shift problem to deal with today, but it got sorted out and I'm supposed to work again tonight . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;FUCK, I'm tired of working &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; But the money is AWESOME, so I guess I'll take all the shifts I can get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a couple weeks (maybe in as little as 1) I'll get my FULL G Class license!!! So no more restrictions AT ALL!!! (not that the restrictions are even that hindering) So if anyone needs a ride anywhere ;p Don't call me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Byessss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;huggles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740698953792831098-751099711883613237?l=natsparky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/feeds/751099711883613237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/07/stuff-going-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/751099711883613237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/751099711883613237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/07/stuff-going-on.html' title='Stuff Going On'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306742685294088329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0n-cKa6mLY/SfO-D0SSjcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CPCg7bCF8Qk/S220/IMG000051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740698953792831098.post-2675427471133330713</id><published>2009-07-10T10:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:34:05.929-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danny'/><title type='text'>Ottawa with Danny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So yesterday was SO much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to see Danny again (it's been a while) and it was better than I thought it would be. I know FOR SURE that I love this guy. I was depressed a day or two before seeing him because I didn't think we'd ever get to see each other as often. His parents are still struggling with the fact that he's gay and his dad still hasn't said a single word about him being gay since he told his parents. So I'm really worried as to how he's gonna see me in Ottawa. Sure, it's closer than where I am now, but how is he gonna come up and visit me? :(&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, yeah, I was depressed. On MSN I told him that it's unhealthy to be in a relationship where you never see the other person (which is true) and then he said that he would NEVER dump me for any reason . . . Like seriously? My heart melted then and there. I love him . . . SOOO much . . . and I'm very certain that he feels the same about me (if not 100%, then 99.9999999999999% certain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So my mom drove me up to Ottawa where we picked up Danny, who was visiting with his Aunt and Uncle for a week. They were both at work (but they knew that a friend was coming to pick him up). The minute Danny stepped out of the house and I could see him, my heart skipped a beat.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in the van while my mom shopped until we went out for lunch at A&amp;amp;W and then WE went shopping at the place we first met: the Bayshore Shopping Centre. The goal was to try and find Danny some hott clothes . . . which we succeeded in doing (the kid looks sexy in anything, let's face it). So he bought a really nice Hurley shirt that I ordered him not to wear while he's working and doing stuff in the yard or outside. Then he picked out a sexy pair of Adidas shoes at Footlocker and when I dressed him up in American Eagle as he sat on a chair near the change rooms, he looks so adorable!!! Like, with the clothes, it heightened my love for every little thing about him! I know it sounds shallow, but he just looked and seemed . . . like he got an upgrade lol.&lt;br /&gt;And they say that great clothes makes the person feel great. Hell, it even makes their boyfriend feel great!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, one of the funnest days of my life &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Danny for asking me to be your boy . . . Saying "yes" is something that I'll never regret. I love you, Stunner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*huggles* Byes!!! I'll post later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740698953792831098-2675427471133330713?l=natsparky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/feeds/2675427471133330713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/07/ottawa-with-danny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/2675427471133330713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/2675427471133330713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/07/ottawa-with-danny.html' title='Ottawa with Danny'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306742685294088329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0n-cKa6mLY/SfO-D0SSjcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CPCg7bCF8Qk/S220/IMG000051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740698953792831098.post-2631201327725691847</id><published>2009-06-13T22:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:17:16.074-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danny'/><title type='text'>Danny's Prom (AKA: AWESOME)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So here's how to sum it up in one word: Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Now, was that summing up Danny's Prom, or his personality? lol Well, both of course!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a couple days worrying over whether or not I would even be allowed to go. So many people told me to go even if his parents refused to allow me to come. But I couldn't do that because my mother refused to take me if his parents didn't agree. I actually got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; of the bargain . . . his mother agreed. His father doesn't know. My mom called his mom on Danny's request and she helped Danny's mom through some tough stuff. Danny thinks that she's better now than she was (disappointed and in denial).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I went and OMG was I glad that I made it. Apparently there were photos in the park at 5:00 PM but I couldn't make it there in time. We were really lucky to have made it there by 6:00 PM, actually. I texted Danny and he met me in the parking lot of the OTHER Code's Mill building (apparently there are two lol). He brought me into the dinner, introduced me to people throughout the night, and was the BEST boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. Of course, Im biased . . . But not enough to make what I said untrue &lt;3 (Love you Danny).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun just being together for the first time since he's came out to his parents. After the Prom, we waited in a park for my parents to pick me up and we just hung out there. It was really nice to get to hug him again, since I've missed him for so long. Every time he smiled . . . lol I just melted . . . It was one of the best times I've had EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems that a lot of my best moments have been with him . . . Can't wait to see what happens next then &lt;3 Love you SO much Danny &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post later. Byessss *huggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740698953792831098-2631201327725691847?l=natsparky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/feeds/2631201327725691847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/06/dannys-prom-aka-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/2631201327725691847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/2631201327725691847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/06/dannys-prom-aka-awesome.html' title='Danny&apos;s Prom (AKA: AWESOME)'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306742685294088329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0n-cKa6mLY/SfO-D0SSjcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CPCg7bCF8Qk/S220/IMG000051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740698953792831098.post-2032977189933956530</id><published>2009-06-03T16:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:05:56.489-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danny'/><title type='text'>It Hurts So Much . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I realize that you only really know that you love someone and want to spend the rest of your life with them when something that happened to this person affects you emotionally as well . . . You think about them all day, you get worried when they don't reply to your texts right away (and yes, I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;smartphone&lt;/span&gt; now). You get really upset when it doesn't look like they're coping with a certain situation well . . . You get sick of so much so fast when life throws you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;curveballs&lt;/span&gt;. It's even worse when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;curveballs&lt;/span&gt; are being thrown to home plate and you're standing out in left field -- there's no way to get there in time to stop the ball. You can only watch . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny came out to his parents and they've gone through the whole denial thing. They're still going through it. His dad wants him to try going out with girls . . . If he forces Danny to date a girl I WILL hurt him . . . Because I'm gonna be crushed. Karma says that someone else has to suffer, too.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if Danny went through this process when I came out to my parents but I've been so incredibly stressed that I've been losing sleep, I can't solve problems in physics and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;calculus&lt;/span&gt;, I can't read more than a paragraph of a book without thinking if he's okay . . . I've been on the verge of tears the entire day. At one point in physics class I wanted to just storm out of the class, break down, and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to be worrying this much over him? . . . Is it right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; to be worrying about him as much as this? It's almost like I'm reliving my own coming-out experience. All the emotions and memories are blending in with these new emotions and the present . . . It's too much to handle. I wasn't prepared for him coming out so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I think it's great that he came out. I love him to death and everything but I had no idea that I'd relive everything. I want him to pull through and I want us to come out of this still together -- and stronger than ever . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need the world to stop moving . . . I just need to breathe . . . I just want him to be okay &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740698953792831098-2032977189933956530?l=natsparky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/feeds/2032977189933956530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-hurts-so-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/2032977189933956530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/2032977189933956530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-hurts-so-much.html' title='It Hurts So Much . . .'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306742685294088329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0n-cKa6mLY/SfO-D0SSjcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CPCg7bCF8Qk/S220/IMG000051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740698953792831098.post-3537408299263448053</id><published>2009-05-25T19:29:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:56:15.081-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danny'/><title type='text'>Amazing Weekend With Stunner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So I was with Stunner this weekend and we had SOOOOOO much fun just hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way up to Lanark, my friend Jeff accompanied me and I drove for like 2 hours and 30 minutes to get there. My ass was EXTREMELY sore from sitting in that damn seat. We saw a lot or lilac bushes up there (like wtf, why so many?) and two extremely funny ladies in Perth and Smiths Falls (I'm not posting what I said about one of the ladies). But the other one was quite large and was wearing ghetto booty shorts (you KNOW what I'm talkin' bout ;p) with a TIGHT black shirt AND . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bridal veil (WTF???). She was just walking around town like that. Must be her casual day in Perth cuz it was a Saturday. I guess when it's Monday, she'll go back to wearing her full wedding dress??? XD WTF WAS  SHE DOING??? XD SOMEONE TELL ME!!! Anyways, we had fun going up there with Jeff as my navigator and both my iPod and Maggie (our GPS navigator) as our constant companions. Maggie was a DiYkE half the time, so we ignored her . . . she brought me into a parking lot that day. Her screen's display was too fast so I thought I had to turn right there . . . turned out to be a parking lot . . . XD WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Lanark and we saw Danny &lt;3, my favourite person in the WHOLE world!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;We ate some lunch outside on the deck he has. His house is in the middle of the country. It's really quiet and peaceful out there and I love every minute I was there. Then we played the board game Life (Danny won) after making friends with Buddy, the neighbour's dog who came and found us (I petted him first and he was afraid of everyone :O).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny took us fourwheeling and it was a lot of fun. He went REALLY fast on the entire trail. Kinda scary, but I was holding on to his waist really tightly so I felt safer &lt;3. Jeff was at the back, sitting on a pillow because Danny didn't have the back seat on lol. My neck hurt from looking over Danny's shoulder with the big helmet. They made me and Jeff look like Power Rangers!!! XD It was awesome. There was a point on the trail where I decided that I wanted to get hit by every branch that would reach me so I put my visor down and moved my head to get the really big branches XD YES!!! BRAIN DAMAGE!!! lol And when Danny would suddenly accelerate, my hlmet crashed into Jeff's at the back lol XD (Sorry Jeff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back, Danny and I had some alone time upstairs while Jeff chilled out downstairs (Sorry again lol). Then we had to leave so Danny told me I "forgot" something in his room and he kissed me goodbye &lt;3. Such a sweetheart!!! The trip back home wasn't that eventful other than the fact that we visited/flashed Alex at work lol XD (Sorry Alex XD)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post something else of interest later!&lt;br /&gt;Byes *huggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740698953792831098-3537408299263448053?l=natsparky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/feeds/3537408299263448053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/05/amazing-weekend-with-stunner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/3537408299263448053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/3537408299263448053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/05/amazing-weekend-with-stunner.html' title='Amazing Weekend With Stunner'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306742685294088329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0n-cKa6mLY/SfO-D0SSjcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CPCg7bCF8Qk/S220/IMG000051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740698953792831098.post-3239793323667029452</id><published>2009-05-24T19:31:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:14:14.790-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danny'/><title type='text'>Prom Weekend &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Kay so, in short Prom was amazing. I've been putting off this post for a long time and my boyfriend has reminded me that I should post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We arrived in style and in a limo. It rained whenever we were inside the limo, but it was fine when we were out taking pictures down by the water. Check out my pics on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; for more pics. Limo was AMAZING!!! And because I paid for it, my mom is buying me a cell phone :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!! (FINALLY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Prom itself was full of drama between two chicks that I had to get in the middle of to fix. Other than that, it was the BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE!!! Danny and I slow danced a lot and we got tons of compliments: people telling us that we looked so cute together, stuff like that. He's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; perfect in every way and I dunno how I'll be able to live up to his standards but I'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; try &lt;3.&gt; worth it &lt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The next day, we went shopping for some groceries and it was one of the funnest times I've had with Danny. He liked it cuz we acted like "husbands" and I thought that was sooooo sweet of him to say :$ I melted right there &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I love you Danny &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740698953792831098-3239793323667029452?l=natsparky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/feeds/3239793323667029452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/05/prom-weekend-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/3239793323667029452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/3239793323667029452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/05/prom-weekend-3.html' title='Prom Weekend &lt;3'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306742685294088329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0n-cKa6mLY/SfO-D0SSjcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CPCg7bCF8Qk/S220/IMG000051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740698953792831098.post-1644740881382415777</id><published>2009-05-07T19:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:02:23.772-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danny'/><title type='text'>Prom Tomorrow!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So guess what? READ THE DAMN TITLE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Yes that's right, I ALWAYS use 3 exclamation points when I'm excited . . . Oh, and Prom is tomorrow     :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm going with Danny (obviously) and we're picking him up in Ottawa. It's like halfway between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Lanark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; and here kinda so his dad is bringing him to his work in Ottawa and then we go there to pick him up and take him back. While we're in town, he have to but him a matching shirt and tie and pocket square that are opposite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; from what I'm wearing . . . if this sounds confusing, I'm sorry but you'll see pics soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff that happened this week . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;gahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; . . . found the song Dreaming by an artist known as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;BT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. He's on the trance/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;electronica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; scene and although I'm not into that kind of music, I remember hearing one of his songs a LONG time ago and I found it after years of searching. Check him out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BT_(musician)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. Dunno why I love it so much but I do.&lt;br /&gt;Another band that I found after a little time and effort in searching is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Say_Anything_(band)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Say Anything, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;a punk band with awesome lyrics and great melodies and tunes. Check out their song Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too on YouTube by clicking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EpWGhCTw_l8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. In short, awesome songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More stuff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;isssssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; . . . In Bio class, our teacher was giving a talk on the workings and parts of the ear and then Krista, Alex, Sam, and I see that Kevin is starting to dove off. And he's like RIGHT in front of where our teacher was standing as he was talking and he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;'t seem to notice. It was ironic because he was talking about how our brains filter out background noises and things that we should ignore. So then, after some encouragement, I asked the question: "So is that why Kevin can sleep right now and ignore all other sounds?" Then the teacher looked at Kevin and smacked a pointer rod down on Kevin's books and woke him up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Pretty great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that last story came because of a lack of things to talk about . . . Anyways, I'm gonna go back to cleaning my room in preparation for Danny's arrival. Don't want him to see a messy room (for those of you who have been in my game room, you KNOW what I'm talking about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Byesss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;huggles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740698953792831098-1644740881382415777?l=natsparky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/feeds/1644740881382415777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/05/prom-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/1644740881382415777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/1644740881382415777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/05/prom-tomorrow.html' title='Prom Tomorrow!!!'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306742685294088329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0n-cKa6mLY/SfO-D0SSjcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CPCg7bCF8Qk/S220/IMG000051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740698953792831098.post-1419052233177385547</id><published>2009-05-02T14:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T15:12:57.221-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danny'/><title type='text'>&lt;3 Best Day Of My Life!!! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Kay so yesterday I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lanark&lt;/span&gt; to see Danny. I was able to go because, as it turns out, my aunt only lives 6 minutes from him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was waiting for us at the end of his road with his bike because he wasn't sure if we would find the road (which by the way is AMAZINGLY long) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. It's really quiet up there, though, and if we lived near each other in that kind of country &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OMFG&lt;/span&gt; my life would be complete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; Anyways, we got to my aunt's house and sat in her living room around the coffee table and, because the couch was taken, Danny and I had to take chairs to sit around the coffee table where the food was laid out for lunch. Just when I thought that we'd be getting no alone time based on how the house was laid out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; there was no other chill-out room, he puts his foot over mine and started rubbing mine. It was SUCH a surprise/turn-on that he would do something affectionate with 3 people who he didn't know at all in the room. &lt;3 u Danny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom told us that we could go to the room above the new addition in my aunt's house  (which we didn't know about) and we could talk up there. So we went and talked for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;prolly&lt;/span&gt; like 0.5 seconds and went right to making out for like an hour and a half . . . He brings out the beast in me, what can I say? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; Then my mom interrupted us by shouting from the bottom of the stairs and asked if we wanted to go for a walk. I figured that we could take a breather so we went for about 20 minutes and then came back inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went straight up to the room again and started where we left off. More stuff in there, but I'm not going into detail on that one    ;p    Use your imagination &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; I'm still a virgin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We cuddled a lot too and just talked. I gave him a back massage that seemed to really relax him, and I'm happy that it did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So then after all that, we had to go back home so we dropped Danny of at his house. He kissed me before he left tho and it was the sweetest thing ever     :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, he's just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; amazingly perfect &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740698953792831098-1419052233177385547?l=natsparky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/feeds/1419052233177385547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-best-day-of-my-life-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/1419052233177385547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/1419052233177385547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-best-day-of-my-life-3.html' title='&lt;3 Best Day Of My Life!!! &lt;3'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306742685294088329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0n-cKa6mLY/SfO-D0SSjcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CPCg7bCF8Qk/S220/IMG000051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740698953792831098.post-3627215355478912533</id><published>2009-04-25T21:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:44:31.343-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Danny &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Kay so this is a post about my boyfriend, Danny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;He's like honestly the best thing that's ever happened to me. I never reallybelieved in love at first sight but when I met this guy, everything clicked. He was sweet, charming, funny, cuddly . . . (an AMAZING kisser). I'm still SOOOOO in love with him, you have no idea. And I'm sooooo psyched to take him to Prom because then everyone will get to meet him and tell me what they think. Of course, if they're bad things, then I don't really give a damn cuz he's like the perfect guy for me lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krista, my sister basically, seems to be able to judge where all my relationships go so I'll leave it up to her to decide if he's a good guy . . . kinda lol. I know that he's amazing and I know that she'll like him so really, it's just a formality. I know that he's someone that I can spend the next couple years with, if not forever with. It's slightly embarassing to say that but I think it's the truth. I mean, if someone makes you happy, they're good for you, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;He doesn't do drugs or anything and he's athletic lol. Bad thing is that he lives in Lanark so he's a little far away (2 hours and 38 minutes) . . . I'm seeing him this Friday so there will prolly be a post about that (no naughty details ;p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I have to go now so I'll be posting later.&lt;br /&gt;Byesss *huggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740698953792831098-3627215355478912533?l=natsparky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/feeds/3627215355478912533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/04/danny-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/3627215355478912533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/3627215355478912533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/04/danny-3.html' title='Danny &lt;3'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306742685294088329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0n-cKa6mLY/SfO-D0SSjcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CPCg7bCF8Qk/S220/IMG000051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740698953792831098.post-5017874185869388846</id><published>2009-04-22T16:26:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:05:30.661-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Homework'/><title type='text'>Report Cards and Alternate Universes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So report cards came back today. I scored an 85 average. In Calculus I had a 72 (REALLLLLLY low for me), Physics saw an 82 (basically more math), in English i had a 90, and in Bio I had a 94. I was shooting for an 80 in Calculus but the failboat had other ideas . . . On the plus side, I can now calculate with 72% accuracy what trajectory the failboat can take so that it reaches the harbour and spills its cargo . . . Oh yeah, I went there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calculus is one of those classes where you step through the doorway and you fall towards the ceiling: the laws of the universe no longer hold and are, in fact, reversed. By this, I mean that the smart children score lower than is usual (just ask me and Alex, who usually score very high in all classes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Jeff is over right now practicing piano, since he doesn't have one. He's quite good, as I've said before (I mean, he's no ME, but he's still pretty good). He needs to work only on his timing and reading sheet music. He'll get there eventually :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm . . . what else? Oh yeah, I'm so unbelieveably upset with the Phelps family in the States. Basically, they're a bunch of inbreds who believe that everyone is going to Hell . . . EXCEPT themselves. Well, if that's the way you feel about gays, people who are okay with gays, families of soldiers, and anyone who believes in things OTHER than what they preach, then maybe I don't wanna believe in what you cal a "God". They basicall say that "God" hates me for what I was born as . . . Well, maybe I'm not interested in what a "God" who hates me has to think, and I SURE AS HELL am not interested in what the Phelps family only thinks. If they believe that I'm going to Hell, not only am I going there with all of my friends (who accept me for being gay) but I'll be driving them there in a bus! And I'll be running that family over when I see them on their merry way to Hell . . . so technically, they'll be getting there before I do :) &lt;--This makes me happy!!!  So anyways, I'm off to teach Jeff a lil more before he has to go and to talk to my boyfriend on MSN. I'll post later, byesss *huggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740698953792831098-5017874185869388846?l=natsparky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/feeds/5017874185869388846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/04/report-cards-and-alternate-universes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/5017874185869388846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/5017874185869388846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/04/report-cards-and-alternate-universes.html' title='Report Cards and Alternate Universes'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306742685294088329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0n-cKa6mLY/SfO-D0SSjcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CPCg7bCF8Qk/S220/IMG000051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740698953792831098.post-4150265604145216668</id><published>2009-04-13T20:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:38:10.762-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Ay Ay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So I already posted today but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whatevs&lt;/span&gt;, a guy can post twice in one day, can't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jeff is over right now. He wanted to learn how to play the piano so I taught him. Well, teaching* him. He's actually not that bad. He picked it up about as fast as I did, which is saying something considering how I'm at a Level 4 Royal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Conservatory&lt;/span&gt; of Music level (there are only 8 levels). SO right now he is playing a song called . . . lemme check . . . "Patterns". The second song in the book. The first song, "music Land" Tim was trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;learn&lt;/span&gt; but it didn't go so well. Jeff is still diligently playing in the background without me having to tell him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. He has his own drive. AWESOME!!! Best kinds of music players ever!!! Kudos Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else did we do? . . . we ate ice cream cake and we printed out some sheet music that Jeff wanted to learn . . . upon seeing that it was something that even I would have to work at, I thought that I'd better teach Jeff the basics before he plays the hardcore stuff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; Next song he has to play is called "Traffic Cop" (the book was made for smaller children &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;). Of course, when I had said to Jeff what the title was, I accidentally said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Traffic&lt;/span&gt; Cock" . . . Yes, I am ashamed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Shhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt; Speak not of that moment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'ma&lt;/span&gt; go back to help him play. Byes *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;huggles&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/3740698953792831098-4150265604145216668?l=natsparky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/feeds/4150265604145216668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/04/ay-ay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/4150265604145216668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/4150265604145216668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/04/ay-ay.html' title='Ay Ay'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306742685294088329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0n-cKa6mLY/SfO-D0SSjcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CPCg7bCF8Qk/S220/IMG000051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740698953792831098.post-4463613509844573620</id><published>2009-04-13T11:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:39:35.511-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danny'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter Everyone!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Kay so my Easter went pretty well. I got chocolates, obviously, and a new blowdryer and straightener. Yes, I care deeply about my hair -- Bite me -- and I really appreciate the gifts. After talking with Danny for a bit on MSN, we left to go to my memere and pepere's house for some supper and some relax time over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back home, I immediately hopped back onto MSN so that I could talk to Danny. My mom and I had an agreement -- I could go on the internet as long as I git off by 11 (and it was 9:30 at the time). So I said fine. I watched the clock, and I started saying *byes* to everyone at like 10:58. Then as I'm about to say goodbye to my last contact, she comes in and starts yelling at me because I'm not off the internet yet. So I look at my laptop's clock as she was leaving to shut off the router and it says 10:59 . . . WTF??? So she got all upset that the 11 o'clock news came on and I wasn't off the internet . . . I don't get any leeway, I have to get off at an exact time. This is f'king bullshit!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;She said that I had the internet taken away for tonight . . . but this is 11:41 in the AM so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;techinically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, I can still have the internet. I guess I win lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Nazi 0, Nat 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byesss *huggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740698953792831098-4463613509844573620?l=natsparky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/feeds/4463613509844573620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/04/kay-so-my-easter-went-pretty-well.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/4463613509844573620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/4463613509844573620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/04/kay-so-my-easter-went-pretty-well.html' title='Happy Easter Everyone!!!'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306742685294088329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0n-cKa6mLY/SfO-D0SSjcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CPCg7bCF8Qk/S220/IMG000051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740698953792831098.post-1602169061798232891</id><published>2009-04-11T19:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:16:01.918-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>My Situation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone. So this is my new blog (I had another one but I deleted it cuz I didn't keep it up to date). Basically I'll be trying to keep up to date on this bugger for as long as I possibly can as often as I can, ie. if I have a boring lunch hour and want something to do in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the deal. I'm a seventeen-year-old guy with a bit of a problem, by today's standards. I'm not what one would call a "normal guy". I love music to death (creating and listening to) and I love my friends even more (provided they deserve it). Sounds pretty normal so far, huh? Well, I'm also in love with someone and here's where it gets weird. This person is . . . a guy. If you can't deal with that so far, then I guess you shouldn't read the rest, huh? That's your problem then. My friends are all fine with it and I just recently came out to my parents. They're slowly learning to accept it and my new situation with my boyfriend, Danny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So, if you're still reading this, you've chosen to accept me for who I am. The world is changing and people like me are becoming more and more common among the population. No, we're not an infection, and no, we won't hit on you (I mean, let's face it, the ones who are most paranoid of being hit on are the ugly people . . . which is extremely sad). And I never hit on people anyways unless I know them pretty well. Besides, I'm in a relationship right now with someone who I could possibly spend the rest of my life with if things go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny I click. The minute I met him at the Bayshore Shopping Center, we just formed this immediate bond with each other and ever since, I have never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; regretted saying "yes" when he asked me if I wanted to be his boyfriend. This song is for him and for anyone else who may thing that they're in love. It's by a band called The Latency and this is from their EP called CRUNCH! Their new album arrives this year in stores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hO9xtbEt3Ac"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hO9xtbEt3Ac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a taste of what you'll be seeing on the blog, basically:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan and Jeff were over on Saturday. We played some game with robots who kicked the shit outta other robots (I forget the name of the game) and then we played Twisted Metal. I couldn't even kill anyone in that game, it was soooo f'king cheap lol XD Then the game froze so we stitched to playing Naruto. It was actually pretty fun cuz I eventually ended up beating Jeff's favourite character after being whupped a buncha times by him and Nathan. I got progressively better and better once I figured out the controls and how to play properly and that's when I beat him lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Then Shelbey and Brit came over and we hung out at the park where Nathan and Jeff threw rocks at each other while I protected myself from a random umbrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; that they found earlier . . . which, of course, I broke and therefore rendered it useless (stupid me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After supper, we ended up in my game room playing the Sims on Xbox and Nathan and Jeff alternated playing Soulstorm on my laptop. We ended up putting stupid things in our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0n-cKa6mLY/SeEybzxSe3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/SO9Qh6StjWI/s320/DSC00436.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323591687863434098" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; hair, cuz we're THAT cool lol. Then on the ride to drop off Nathan and Jeff at their houses, I ended up going absolutely insane and fell into a giggle fit and yeah . . . I had fun lol XD Nathan thought I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; was crazy lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll post some stuff later!!! Byess *huggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3740698953792831098-1602169061798232891?l=natsparky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/feeds/1602169061798232891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-situation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/1602169061798232891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740698953792831098/posts/default/1602169061798232891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natsparky.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-situation.html' title='My Situation'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16306742685294088329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0n-cKa6mLY/SfO-D0SSjcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CPCg7bCF8Qk/S220/IMG000051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0n-cKa6mLY/SeEybzxSe3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/SO9Qh6StjWI/s72-c/DSC00436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
