<?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-37036510</id><updated>2011-07-14T17:38:00.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thought of the Second</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomthoughtofthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37036510/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomthoughtofthesecond.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Trust Me, You Don't Get It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494052827271077344</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37036510.post-8762069604876552071</id><published>2007-08-25T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T20:10:25.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>I became a little MySpace obsessed, so I guess I completely forgot about blogger...no one comes to read on here anyway. But I guess I should update a bit. It's August 25th aka the day after my 15th b-day! Today I spent the whole freaking day in New Orleans and I got my cartilage pierced! I don't really feel like making a whole post, so....see ya. Maybe more tomorrow about all my presents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37036510-8762069604876552071?l=randomthoughtofthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomthoughtofthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/8762069604876552071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37036510&amp;postID=8762069604876552071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37036510/posts/default/8762069604876552071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37036510/posts/default/8762069604876552071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomthoughtofthesecond.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-been-long-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time AGAIN!'/><author><name>Trust Me, You Don't Get It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494052827271077344</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-37036510.post-117140649471135701</id><published>2007-02-13T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T14:41:34.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Randomness (like study guides and concerts)</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh, I completely forgot about this! I didn't even remember that it existed, but when I checked Mrs. Todd's I remembered this! Anyway, I should be doing my work for Mrs. Todd, as I have a study guide to turn in tomorrow, but I lost the paper......I feel horrible. I tried calling my MaxRideFriend, but she didn't have it either. Now I'm in despair (which is in, according to "The End").&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of My Chemical Romance (!) I get to go to a concert April 24!!!!!!!!!! That is so fricking awesome!&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;I get to go with a friend from school, she is awesome, and is obsessed with Frankie, so she doesn't try to steal Gerard! Anyway, must do my work before someone notices I'm not doing it! :) I'll be back soon, hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I forgot, two of my classmates were at a Britney Spears concert a long time ago, and I just realized today that I was at the very same concert! Rad concept, like we were meant to meet then, but we didn't. Anyway, hate Britney Spears. Kinda like Hate Spinnerbait (no one will get that except the MRF, but oh well)&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'm done this time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37036510-117140649471135701?l=randomthoughtofthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomthoughtofthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/117140649471135701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37036510&amp;postID=117140649471135701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37036510/posts/default/117140649471135701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37036510/posts/default/117140649471135701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomthoughtofthesecond.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-randomness-like-study-guides-and.html' title='New Randomness (like study guides and concerts)'/><author><name>Trust Me, You Don't Get It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494052827271077344</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-37036510.post-116439253647487371</id><published>2006-11-24T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T10:22:18.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so Bored</title><content type='html'>I'm listening to my Christian-y music and singing along. worthy is you rname...........Jesus, lamb of God, worthy is Your name.....&lt;br /&gt;anyway, something is screwed up at the maxride forums and it's giving me that page unavailable thing, but I put up chapter 14! w00t! I'm enjoying having a fanbase, and maybe if My MaxRideFriend will go read it she will come around to my way of thinking. Haiku time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my story&lt;br /&gt;I like fang and he likes me&lt;br /&gt;what will happen now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever, so I had the creepiest dream last night. It was seriously disturbing. Parts of it were like a movie and parts of it was really me when things were happening. There was this horrible shadow thing and (this is the part that's like a movie) it starts bothering this mom. it infiltrates the dad's body and makes him really mean to his wife and his two children (boy and girl). then it was me, and I was sitting at a cafeteria table, and I got up and went in a locker room and we were allabout to get in the shower, and I noticed that some of the peeps were from sumner, and some I didn't know. so, all of a sudden everbody is taking their shower with the little shower curtain closed, and everyone starts sticking out their heads around the shower curtain and the Shadow is at the door looking at us. I noticed Jenna (a girl from sumner) right at that exact moment. (Don't know why she was so signigicant) Then, my shower curtain was all the way open and I saw the shadow come in, so like an idiot I turned around and tried to pretend he wasn't there, so he comes all up in the shower and flings me around, but there are spaces between the walls and his sides, so I slip through. then he kind of tackles me on the ground and it's almost like we're merged, like he's taking over my body and, i don't know, it was just a horrible feeling. so i start banging my head around on the ceramic tile to try to get him out of me and it works. then it flashes back to the movie part and the shadow is in the boy's room and the sister comes running in their and turns the light on and it dies. i don't know why light didn't work before. anyway I was totally disturbed when I woke up. come to think of it, the shadow was a bit like a grim reaper. maybe i've been listening to don't fear the reaper a bit too much. enh. haiku about disturbing dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was disturbing&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me to think of it&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm cracked up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37036510-116439253647487371?l=randomthoughtofthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomthoughtofthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/116439253647487371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37036510&amp;postID=116439253647487371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37036510/posts/default/116439253647487371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37036510/posts/default/116439253647487371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomthoughtofthesecond.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-so-bored.html' title='I&apos;m so Bored'/><author><name>Trust Me, You Don't Get It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494052827271077344</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-37036510.post-116432424231194773</id><published>2006-11-23T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T15:24:02.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>woooooooo</title><content type='html'>I got on here and was surprised to see that someone besides my MaxRideFriend had been here and commented! Thank you, person! Also, if anyone on here read my chapter one and wants more, the rest of it is on maximumride.com and it's in the forum titled Fan Fiction. I don't remember if I put the name on the last post, but it's called What If I Said I Loved You. There are 12 chapters up as of now. I've got a few people who are strong followers, but otherwise it kinda gets ignored because of its miggyness (max and iggy together)&lt;br /&gt;anyway haiku, because i have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people like my fic&lt;br /&gt;but now my heart is broken&lt;br /&gt;I wanted Iggy for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol! Anyway MRF, you do not hate me. also, if i liked fang, then we would fight over him, so it's better this way :)  oh well, i'll leave you to your opinion&lt;br /&gt;Happy turkey day"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37036510-116432424231194773?l=randomthoughtofthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomthoughtofthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/116432424231194773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37036510&amp;postID=116432424231194773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37036510/posts/default/116432424231194773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37036510/posts/default/116432424231194773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomthoughtofthesecond.blogspot.com/2006/11/woooooooo.html' title='woooooooo'/><author><name>Trust Me, You Don't Get It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494052827271077344</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-37036510.post-116406293701137265</id><published>2006-11-20T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T14:48:57.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back. I've finally started writing MaxRide fanfiction, and I'm trying to get my first chapter of my first ever story up on the web page over there, but my internet is all screwy today. so here it is here, if my MaxRideFriend wants to see it and I don't get it up over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;Max's POV&lt;br /&gt;        Groggy, I sat up slowly, wonderig what sound had awoken me. I glanced around, rubbing my eyes, and realized that I was perfectly alone. They had all managed to leave without my noticing. And it was supposed to be MY watch.....I was so dead. Laying back down on the bed of leaves I had constructed the night before, I covered my eyes with my hands, partly to shield them from the blinding sun and partly to allow myself to think. I heard a loud rustling behind me, and immediately shot up from the ground.           I calmed myself when I realized that it was only Iggy. The voice in my head piped up for the first time in days. [i]Wonder why he's here and they're not....Strange, eh, Maximum? [/i] I shook my head, glad that Iggy could not see me cringe at the voice. It hadn't spoken in a while and it had come back whiney and obnoxious. Maybe Ari had found a way to mess with the voice. That's [b]exactly[/b] my luck.            "Max?" Iggy questioned, edging his way towards me. "I'm here, Ig," I said, sounding as awake and calm as I could. For some reason, my heartbeat was still just as fast as it had been before I had realized it was Iggy.            "Where are the other?" I asked, taking a step toward him and looking around his shoulders. As I did, I noticed that they had become more broad, more like a man's. I shivered, throwing off the thought. "They're gone," he said, smiling. "Swimming at that little pond. I didn't want to go."             He stepped closer to me, holding his arms out as if searching for the way to go. We both knew better than that. Iggy had been beyond that for so long. He had adapted to being blind so quickly. He found his way to me and placed his hands on my shoulders. "There you are," he said, looking a bit wicked. I froze in a strange, anticipating panic as he leaned in for a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;             "Wake up, Max!" Nudge was shaking me awake. "It's time for all of us to get up and fly and go to wherever we're going and we have to eat and fly some more and get new clothes and I need a haircut and then we can sleep again and....."              "Ok, ok, I get it motormouth!" I said, irritated. The faint strands of a dream lingered in the front of my mind. Something to do with Iggy. I had a very odd feeling in the pit of my stomach. He appeared through the trees, and I found myself blushing furiously. He couldn't see me, of course, but I had just realized exactly what my dream had been about. Now I felt awkward, something I wasn't used to feeling.                "Are we ready, Max?" Fang asked from behind me. I refocused my mind, putting the dream to the back of my mind, hoping to forget it but knowing I wouldn't. I turned to Fang and nodded quickly. "You better wake the Gasman. He looks like he's still down for the count." Fang gave no reply but agilely slid to his feet in a single fluid motion. We were all graceful, but Fang would be the last to call it that. He left to wake Gazzy, who was sleeping high in a tree about 60 yards away.               "Hi, Max,"               Oh, great. Angel. This was really no time to have a mind-reader around. I quickly thought [i]sleepy sleepy sleepy [/i]over and over again, blocking the dreaam that lay beneath. "We should go eat. It would wake us all up," she said. I could feel her working my mind, trying to make me take us to some huge breakfast place so they could all pig out.              I turned away from her. "I don't think so, hon," I sighed, keeping my thoughts on breakfast and Erasers and such. "We really need to get going. We never know when...."            I froze. Turning slowly, I came face to face with at least twenty Erasers, including the one I hated the most: Ari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's pretty cool, but my MaxRideFriend will not like it because it is very, very Miggy, and she only likes Faxness. But anyway, I think it's good. The big spaces are where the paragraphs are split up. Well, I guess I HAVE to do a haiku, since it's my thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing fic&lt;br /&gt;About love of Max and Ig&lt;br /&gt;Now Saty is mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. anyway, I really have to go clean my room, cause we're gonna paint it. Loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Iggy and Fang!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37036510-116406293701137265?l=randomthoughtofthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomthoughtofthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/116406293701137265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37036510&amp;postID=116406293701137265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37036510/posts/default/116406293701137265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37036510/posts/default/116406293701137265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomthoughtofthesecond.blogspot.com/2006/11/well-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Trust Me, You Don't Get It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494052827271077344</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-37036510.post-116310643610348297</id><published>2006-11-09T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:07:16.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I have a doctor's appointment. Booooooooooo! but anyway, I spent 10 minutes trying to figure out how to say herzegovina and I still don't know. I think Ms. Missy says it wrong. but I guess it doesn't matter. It' s haiku time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna go see&lt;br /&gt;the evil doctor Mabry&lt;br /&gt;but I do have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I really don't feel like writing today. I wanna go check out stuff on quizilla. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37036510-116310643610348297?l=randomthoughtofthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomthoughtofthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/116310643610348297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37036510&amp;postID=116310643610348297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37036510/posts/default/116310643610348297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37036510/posts/default/116310643610348297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomthoughtofthesecond.blogspot.com/2006/11/tomorrow-i-have-doctors-appointment.html' title=''/><author><name>Trust Me, You Don't Get It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494052827271077344</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37036510.post-116265612916914723</id><published>2006-11-04T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T08:02:09.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Post!</title><content type='html'>I'm off the crutches, yay! My ankle still hurts like heck but it's better than hopping around all day. I will never think crutches are cool again, I promise. I'm really missing all my Sumner peeps today, because I went over to MySpace and checked out all their profiles. It really hits you hard when you realize that people's lives don't depend on you. I can't talk to any of them cuz most of them hated me or ignored me. I'm glad to be at Bowling Green with my twin friends and Emily and Macey (I spelled your name right!) and everyone. Anyway, haiku time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really bored&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to sleep now&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of Andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. That one was totally random. Which is why this is random thought of the second. Anyway, I had two really weird dreams last night that kinda blended together. The first was me watching Andrew ride a roller coaster and wave at me, and when he got off we ran to this place where people were singing and he grabbed my hand and we sang something totally different and then I fell asleep with my head on his chest. It was strange.&lt;br /&gt;The other one was like a movie, and I was some actress and the guy was Johnny Depp and we were, like, going to the fair. We were gonna catch the little bus thing that stops at the winn-dixie but instead we went in the winn dixie, and came out and after that I really don't remember because I was just about to wake up. So last night was an odd night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New haiku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my dreams were weird&lt;br /&gt;But they were interesting&lt;br /&gt;Especially Drew!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I started a poem in my head the other day when I was listening to "Enter the Sandman" by Metallica. It says "Take my hand," which I think is the cheesiest line of anything ever. So I started writing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please dont' take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Your touch is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;wildfire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It spreads.&lt;br /&gt;By the time I know&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;burned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like it you can totally give me some feedback, if you don't then.......do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gotta go catch some more zzz's. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37036510-116265612916914723?l=randomthoughtofthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomthoughtofthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/116265612916914723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37036510&amp;postID=116265612916914723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37036510/posts/default/116265612916914723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37036510/posts/default/116265612916914723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomthoughtofthesecond.blogspot.com/2006/11/second-post.html' title='Second Post!'/><author><name>Trust Me, You Don't Get It</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494052827271077344</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-37036510.post-116251196488872370</id><published>2006-11-02T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T15:59:24.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi! My first blog!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! You're probably some random person, or else somebody from Bowling Green! Well, I don't really have much to say except that everything sucks right now because I'm on crutches thanks to Ms. Shandel. Plus, how is it possible to have a D in PE. Anyway, if this is my MaxRide friend (you know who you are) then hey, what's up, go over to the website, I might be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you who are just random people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name's Lauren.&lt;br /&gt;I'm 14, and have been since Aug. 24, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;I just transferred from public school to private school.&lt;br /&gt;I love Maximum Ride and anything else that's readable, including shampoo bottles and medicine.&lt;br /&gt;Music is like number 2 on my list of priorities and reading is 3. NO wait, the other way around. No, the first way was right. I don't know. They're in a dead heat.&lt;br /&gt;I just started watching FUSE on tv and the music rocks. My favorite cds that I have right now are &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Green &lt;/span&gt;Day and Good Charlotte, and let's make Hawthorne Heights one of them too.&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing about any kind of Japanese animation, but hopefully my MaxRide friend will help me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, a haiku, cause I'm weird like that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate these crutches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm totally in &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;from Max Ride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who doesn't know what Maximum Ride is should check out &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;maximumride.com.&lt;/span&gt;    Seriously, cause it rocks. Read, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mom will be here soon, so, a closing haiku, cause I have to have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come back and read this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every two days or so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I might have new stuff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37036510-116251196488872370?l=randomthoughtofthesecond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomthoughtofthesecond.blogspot.com/feeds/116251196488872370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37036510&amp;postID=116251196488872370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37036510/posts/default/116251196488872370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37036510/posts/default/116251196488872370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomthoughtofthesecond.blogspot.com/2006/11/hi-my-first-blog.html' title='Hi! 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