<?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-21015794</id><updated>2011-06-23T16:19:54.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La vida de Mia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06557105658357214910</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21015794.post-115508950348665258</id><published>2006-08-08T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:11:43.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>without him. It was okay I guess. Did the kidscommons thing, had lunch with Seann at Subway, took Raph to his eye appointment and wasted 4 hours there ... lol. Dad and I went swimming again, which was really nice. I can't believe I haven't gone swimming in years in this lake. I am going to go every day from now until I leave, you can bet on it. Anyway it's great exercise and I am getting SO fat! I have gained like 7 pounds since soccer season ended! It sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I am dealing okay. But right now is the time we normally talk. And we're not going to be. And so my heart will be aching a lot as I'm going to bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go clean. I already wrote a letter to my friend and will mail it tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning always helps me. And my room is a mess. I better start packing too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015794-115508950348665258?l=vidademia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/feeds/115508950348665258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21015794&amp;postID=115508950348665258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115508950348665258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115508950348665258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06557105658357214910</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-21015794.post-115488778234456024</id><published>2006-08-06T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T14:09:42.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>title</title><content type='html'>Not creative enough to come up with a good title for this.&lt;br /&gt;After tomorrow I'm going to be single and IT ABSOLUTELY SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;I hate society.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that we would be miserable in a long-distance relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that we're not going to the same school.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that so many other of our friends are staying together but we are not.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you are the one I want but I can't have you.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that we are so right for each other, that we probably have the best relationship in the world, but we can't stay together.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I'm losing my boyfriend and my absolute best friend at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how sick I feel just thinking about all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try not to be jealous of the smart, pretty girls you'll meet at school.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll still be friends.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike most people who say that ours will actually work.&lt;br /&gt;But god it's not going to be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love something, let it go. If it comes back then you really know.&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is pray you'll realize WE are supposed to be together - as in, you and me - and in a couple years (or sooner) we'll be back together. And then we'll finally be old enough to get married and live how we've dreamed for the past 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much. I don't want to let you go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015794-115488778234456024?l=vidademia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/feeds/115488778234456024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21015794&amp;postID=115488778234456024' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115488778234456024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115488778234456024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/2006/08/title.html' title='title'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06557105658357214910</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21015794.post-115432128568796189</id><published>2006-07-31T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T00:48:05.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Webcomic</title><content type='html'>I made a webcomic. If anybody cares. I doubt it. &lt;a href="http://thesqrt.atspace.com"&gt;The SqRt&lt;/a&gt;. It's basically just a way for me to get my funny stuff out there. Because I'm the only person in the world who will even find it funny.&lt;br /&gt;I told you I was a geek.&lt;br /&gt;It looks boring. I can tell he doesn't think it's the greatest thing ever. Which doesn't make me feel too great in return. Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't draw. But I can do weird programming/math/science/history/tea/random. I can do random.&lt;br /&gt;And I guess Miss Top 10 National Winner can't do HTML either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I'm so hungry and there's nothing in the house except yogurt. And I don't want yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Harry Potter. I'll eat some Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans that I got a year ago at the 6th book release at Viewpoint in your honour. I might even do the real English spellings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he wanted to spend more time with me. I wish all my friends wanted to spend more time with me. Nobody asks me to go do stuff anymore even though I am not on a schedule whatsoever. I am the most free out of everybody. I wish I could've gone to Wisconsin with Ryan but I wish he hadn't done it this past weekend. Bad weekend. Maybe I'll still get to do something/go somewhere. I have one weekend left with my friends. God, that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I hate change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015794-115432128568796189?l=vidademia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/feeds/115432128568796189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21015794&amp;postID=115432128568796189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115432128568796189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115432128568796189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/2006/07/webcomic.html' title='Webcomic'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06557105658357214910</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-21015794.post-115421842076987685</id><published>2006-07-29T20:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T20:13:40.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary to Us</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Jacob and my 34 months' anniversary... 2 years and 10 months... wow. We must be doing something right, right? Oh yeah - we communicate. I've always loved that. We can talk about anything. If something's bugging us we'll talk. And then we'll fix it. We trust each other.&lt;br /&gt;We went hiking around Tipton trails (some of them are crazy-overgrown). It was so much fun! I want to go hiking all the time... and camping... and canoeing... etc. I never got to do these things when I was younger so I've got to take advantage of them now. Then we ate a semi-picnic lunch (on his sunporch...). We went putt-putting and to Ritter's... then we played video games with Josh, Lauren, and Miranda... then we went to dinner at Bistro 310 (*very* yummy I might add). Then we came back and I officially stayed at his house the longest ever. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;It was a very, very, very good day. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been boring. I have felt like doing nothing and doing tons of things. I have wanted to sleep but I don't. I am sick of talking about college but apparently that's all my mom wants to talk about. I want to go shopping for college but I don't actually want to GO.&lt;br /&gt;And I've decided I want to be an architect. So, I should have gone to Rose. Whatever... I don't want to be an art major though. I don't know WHAT I want to do. I want to do a create your own major thing.&lt;br /&gt;I used to want to be an architect for the longest time. Then yesterday while we were walking around Jacob and I were talking about it... I was getting all excited telling him about the house I want to build &amp;amp;c and he's like, "Have you ever thought about being an architect?" I say, "Yes, for years I wanted to be, but then I discovered I can't draw and am not great at math" and he says, "Well, that doesn't matter anymore - you've got CADD programs now"&lt;br /&gt;SO! I can be an architect now!&lt;br /&gt;And I got a boost in my math confidence when the kidscommons people asked me to make those pyramids and I actually used my trig/geom knowledge to do it and I actually did it.&lt;br /&gt;Just have to working on the drawing part now. Luckily I'm good with rulers and protractors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015794-115421842076987685?l=vidademia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/feeds/115421842076987685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21015794&amp;postID=115421842076987685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115421842076987685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115421842076987685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-anniversary-to-us.html' title='Happy Anniversary to Us'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06557105658357214910</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-21015794.post-115401899128598901</id><published>2006-07-27T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T12:49:51.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Night</title><content type='html'>Last night a bunch of people came over for a movie night... Jacob, Ryan, Emi, Matt, Rob, Peyton, Nick, and Pat, Raph and I watched Star Wars: Episode V The Empire Strikes Back. It was pretty fun but a little stressful. For one I apparently am a very bad party hoster because I waited too long to straighten up downstairs and get the ice cream, so my mom was not too happy. But in the end it all turned out all right. We had ice cream sundaes (well... ice cream, homemade chocolate sauce, and whipped cream) and popcorn. Thank goodness nothing spilled and none of our party glasses got broken (the plastic stems break really easily). We also played Trivial Pursuit (our favorite game).&lt;br /&gt;Other than that yesterday I didn't do much. I thought about drawing but I didn't. I thought about playing some music, but I didn't... I thought about doing something - anything - productive, but I didn't. I guess my life is a little pathetic...&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. I did go shopping. I had to return a bunch of stuff to JC Penny's and Elder Beerman and I went grocery shopping. The workers at Marsh are getting so used to seeing me almost everyday... what will I do when I don't have a Marsh at DePauw? I am going to die. It's my most favorite grocery store ever... I hate Kroger! There is a Kroger up there. But Kroger is so incredibly impersonal.&lt;br /&gt;And I stopped by PromptMed to let Dr T borrow this book - "Maria" by Eugenia Price - because she's also into the whole historical fiction thing. She's taking it on vacation so it's Dad's responsibility to get it back after I'm off to school. She's pretty cool. It's a small world... she and her husband are my precalc honors teacher's best friends. The Dr T's are little Gutjahr's godparents.&lt;br /&gt;So... my brother is getting his wisdom teeth out today. I feel bad for him because it kind of sucks to not be able to eat, and then not be able to eat solid foods. At least I didn't have that bad of a time with it last month. But you always hear about the horror stories...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to go clean. And then make Jacob's anniversary present. Though I have this strange urge to put on a bathing suit and go lay out in the grass in the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015794-115401899128598901?l=vidademia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/feeds/115401899128598901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21015794&amp;postID=115401899128598901' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115401899128598901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115401899128598901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/2006/07/movie-night.html' title='Movie Night'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06557105658357214910</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21015794.post-115389165935833750</id><published>2006-07-26T00:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T01:27:39.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've neglected you again</title><content type='html'>How dare I?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (seeing as it's almost 1am...) was pretty good. I had kidscommons stuff where I officially did nothing (well, okay, I played with some paint, which I haven't done in ages... I should go get the watercolours out). Kind of sucks. It was fun though, more fun than doing stuff I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;I am making a new friend and it makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;Went to lunch with Seann and Betty (kind of spontaneous after kidscommons stuff). We went to Kramer's Kitchen. Honestly I didn't know what to expect. I was avoiding it because the owners put up such a fuss about the smoking ban issue. It really bothered me. Obviously they have not lost business over it (they were pretty full!) and the food was actually good. Prices are decent too. Nascar stuff is all over the walls but I guess that's okay. I'm not big into car racing (but Ryan is getting me more into it). The techie part of it is interesting though. Design, etc.&lt;br /&gt;I had my second-to-last voice lesson with Mrs G today. It makes me kind of depressed. I have had voice lessons with her for almost 6 years straight. I know I'll still be able to take lessons in the summers but it won't be the same. She's been such a vital part in contributing to the singer I am today... she broke me out of stupid children's choir singing into soloist... and hopefully I'm going to get some wedding business through her. We're now singing "On My Own" from Les Miserables (one of my most favorite musical songs ever...) and "Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again" from Phantom of the Opera (another one of my faves).&lt;br /&gt;Then I played soccer (well... played as best I could for not having touched a ball in 8 months and having just been cleared yesterday by the doc) with Jeffrey, Peyton, Heather... and Georgia and Nick showed up but they didn't play. It was pretty fun. We also stood around by the cars and chatted for a long time (around an hour). Got some good advice from Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have physical therapy anymore. My range is basically all back. Very good, very happy. Now to get back in shape.&lt;br /&gt;I should probably go to bed because it's late. However I am no longer tired. This time used to be my most creative period. After midnight, before 2. I wrote so many songs and did so much creative artsy things when I was younger. Where did that go? I want it to come back so badly. I miss it. But there are no lyrics there. No chords in my head. No designs poking through.&lt;br /&gt;The only design floating around in my head for the past 2 years has been a blueprint for my dream house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love school supply shopping time. Everything is on great sales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015794-115389165935833750?l=vidademia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/feeds/115389165935833750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21015794&amp;postID=115389165935833750' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115389165935833750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115389165935833750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-neglected-you-again.html' title='I&apos;ve neglected you again'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06557105658357214910</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21015794.post-115289828733547020</id><published>2006-07-14T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T13:31:27.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring</title><content type='html'>Not doing very much lately. I feel like such a bum. I was supposed to spend this summer hanging out with my friends... all the time... what happened to that? Oh yeah, everybody else goes on vacations {{while I'm stuck here}} or they have to work or something. I should have gotten a job, maybe, then I could buy my own stuff. But I would hate it. There's nothing interesting going here for kids like me. But then I would've been able to escape my house. I hate arguing with my parents but it happens when I hang with them too much. And summers = way too much. One of the only reasons I'm looking forward to college. Huz-zah.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the fair last night with A-Mac, was pretty fun. We went with his parents, they're cool. Saw a couple people we knew, not too many though. We made the mistake of walking through the midway and all the vendors assumed we were {together} just because we were walking around together... uh, no. I really despise society. Can't guys and gals just be friends? I think of this and remember the movie "When Harry Met Sally" and promptly forget about my question...&lt;br /&gt;Physical therapy is going well. I think this coming week will be my last. Hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;Need to get out and use my camera. Might take Raph out later and do his senior pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida esta aburrida. :( I want to get my mojo back and scrap and write some music. I really miss writing music. I haven't done it in so long. There just aren't any notes there though. No notes, no lyrics. Probablemente mucha de mi musica ahora estara en espanol. Pero no puedo hacer los accentos... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015794-115289828733547020?l=vidademia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/feeds/115289828733547020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21015794&amp;postID=115289828733547020' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115289828733547020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115289828733547020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/2006/07/boring.html' title='Boring'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06557105658357214910</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21015794.post-115265573850901049</id><published>2006-07-11T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T18:08:58.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A to Z About Me</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I don't really have anything to write about, so I stole this from Nancy at &lt;a href="http://myfiercewonderings.blogspot.com"&gt;http://myfiercewonderings.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; ... A to Z about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Aviendha; one of my favorite characters in my favorite book series, the Wheel of Time by Robert Jordan&lt;br /&gt;B: Baja; short in Spanish, I am short&lt;br /&gt;C: Cats; I am allergic to some and not others, I used to hate them...&lt;br /&gt;D: Discover; I like to learn about new things&lt;br /&gt;E: Emu; the animal everyone used for "e" when we had to make Animal Alliteration in school&lt;br /&gt;F: Friends; my friends are incredibly important to me and I have some great ones&lt;br /&gt;G: Girl; I am a girl but I'm not incredibly "girly". I fit in better, much better, with the guys&lt;br /&gt;H: Happy; I am usually very happy&lt;br /&gt;I: Ilyusha; my middle name&lt;br /&gt;J: Jacob; my boyfriend &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;K: Knee; I had knee surgery this summer&lt;br /&gt;L: Latino pop music; my favorite music right now&lt;br /&gt;M: Mia; me&lt;br /&gt;N: November; my birth month&lt;br /&gt;O: Organized; my friends call me obsessive but I like to call it organized... I am usually organized&lt;br /&gt;P: Phantom of the Opera; one of my most favorite musicals of all time&lt;br /&gt;Q: Quirky; I have many, many quirks. Most of them are just funny things I do on purpose, though...&lt;br /&gt;R: Rapha; my brother&lt;br /&gt;S: Sudoku; I am not fully awake until I do my daily Sudoku puzzle&lt;br /&gt;T: Technology; I love playing with technology&lt;br /&gt;U: Ubiquitous; I just love this word&lt;br /&gt;V: Vivacious; Hopefully I live with passion&lt;br /&gt;W: Water; I have always been obsessed with the ocean, the water in general, boats, etc&lt;br /&gt;X: Xavier; my mom wanted me to go there for college&lt;br /&gt;Y: Yellow; I *hate* most shades of yellow!&lt;br /&gt;Z: ZooBooks; I always wanted my parents to order this but they never did. We have airplane things like this though from my grandparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was hard. And a lot of them I have more than one good word for the letter... like C, Chocolate... and T, Tea... and B, Books, etc etc etc. So many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is going pretty well. I have had physical therapy, etc... Did the kidscommons thing again... basically I do a bunch of crapwork that they don't want to do. I hate doing all that and not getting paid. The only difference between a paid staff and volunteer there is that volunteers don't have to clean up after kids if they get sick. Yeah. It's so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Online Karaoke is the best thing ever. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015794-115265573850901049?l=vidademia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/feeds/115265573850901049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21015794&amp;postID=115265573850901049' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115265573850901049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115265573850901049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/2006/07/to-z-about-me.html' title='A to Z About Me'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06557105658357214910</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21015794.post-115239216108262873</id><published>2006-07-08T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T16:56:01.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PotC II</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I got to spend almost the whole day with Jacob and his family... &lt;3 :) We also saw Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest, which is VERY good if you are thinking of seeing it! GREAT music, graphics, acting... all around awesome. Also there's going to be a 3rd one, lol!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I get to go to Ryan's for pizza and movie night with hopefully a bunch of people. Should be a blast!!&lt;br /&gt;Germany beat Portugal 3-1... BEAUTIFUL goals on both sides! So my Germany is 3rd place instead of 2nd. Oh well... Hopefully France will still be 1st, have to wait till tomorrow to find that out though ;) But oh how I don't want World Cup to end. It's the best soccer ever to watch... you learn so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015794-115239216108262873?l=vidademia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/feeds/115239216108262873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21015794&amp;postID=115239216108262873' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115239216108262873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115239216108262873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/2006/07/potc-ii.html' title='PotC II'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06557105658357214910</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21015794.post-115224650158629169</id><published>2006-07-07T00:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T00:28:21.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy belated 4th</title><content type='html'>I had a great time at all the parties and everything. Ryan's was a blast &amp; so was Alex's... hopefully some awesome layouts will come of those as there are some FUNNY pictures lol!&lt;br /&gt;I got my first cardstock ever today!&lt;br /&gt;Have rediscovered Latino pop and am so lovin' it!&lt;br /&gt;Jacob's back!!! It's SO GOOD to talk with him again, though he is still pretty tired. He's growing a beard :( And he thinks he knows more about soccer than me! Sorry honey, that's impossible! (lol) I've only got 18 years' experience under my belt! ;)&lt;br /&gt;PT is going well, my knee is hurting though lol. Imagine that. I take a lot of Ibuprofen to get the swelling and pain down. So much fun 8-)&lt;br /&gt;Gramma gave me a music box today that plays "Memory". It's so pretty...&lt;br /&gt;Well, off to bed maybe. It's late - whoops... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015794-115224650158629169?l=vidademia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/feeds/115224650158629169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21015794&amp;postID=115224650158629169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115224650158629169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115224650158629169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-belated-4th.html' title='Happy belated 4th'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06557105658357214910</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21015794.post-115189609315164774</id><published>2006-07-02T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T23:08:13.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one more day...</title><content type='html'>until he's home. I can't wait!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And my brother came home today. It's been nice having him back. :)&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do too much today... cleaned up my scrap area, talked with Ryan, went to Arni's (GRRR bad story about this one). Other than that, just waiting for tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I chopped off my hair! About 6 inches... all by myself basically. Mom trimmed it up a little but it was pretty good anyway :) I lurf it, post a pic later! It looks so cute - much better than when it was long lol :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015794-115189609315164774?l=vidademia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/feeds/115189609315164774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21015794&amp;postID=115189609315164774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115189609315164774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115189609315164774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-one-more-day.html' title='Just one more day...'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06557105658357214910</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-21015794.post-115180821668283616</id><published>2006-07-01T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T22:43:36.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee</title><content type='html'>I slept over at my friend's house last night for the first time in ages... It was fun. Her dbf was there until like 12:30am and then he went home... we went to bed about 1:30am lol! Very fun... we watched World Cup all day today (I wanted England to win... didn't happen... wanted France to win... hooray!!) and her dbf came back over and we all played Sequence... then I left :P and had dinner with my family (yummy macaronies and meat sauce with bread and salad... really good). And just now I was watching the fireworks out my window.&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling pretty lonely without my beaux. :( Especially seeing my friends together holding hands, kissing, cuddling, that sort of thing. It makes my heart hurt. I just keep thinking, two more days, just two more days...&lt;br /&gt;I hope he gets home safe and sound. I can't wait! I miss him so much... &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015794-115180821668283616?l=vidademia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/feeds/115180821668283616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21015794&amp;postID=115180821668283616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115180821668283616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115180821668283616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/2006/07/whee.html' title='Whee'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06557105658357214910</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-21015794.post-115167825038069948</id><published>2006-06-30T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T10:37:30.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boringness</title><content type='html'>I did nothing yesterday. Well I played with my camera (woo!) and talked with my mom for 3 hours straight... That was fun :) I woke up late though and then my whole day was off...&lt;br /&gt;Today I'll clean. And finish that stupid website...&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to do web design, and here I am doing it... why am I so not-wanting-to-do-it-ish? I don't know... hopefully I can get out of this funk and just do it. And I really want to scrapbook... maybe I'll do the water bottles. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015794-115167825038069948?l=vidademia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/feeds/115167825038069948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21015794&amp;postID=115167825038069948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115167825038069948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115167825038069948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/2006/06/boringness.html' title='Boringness'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06557105658357214910</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-21015794.post-115151132797490878</id><published>2006-06-28T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T12:15:27.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>It's been like two months and I figured what the heck, I might as well blog again. I already keep a journal and scrapbook, what's one more thing to update? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Life is going well. My knee is healing and now I'm in physical therapy (yuck).&lt;br /&gt;Today is Jacob &amp; my 33 months' anniversary (2 years &amp;amp; 9 months of being together... wow!) but he's in Europe of course so we can't celebrate. Mom told me to go celebrate by myself... haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015794-115151132797490878?l=vidademia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/feeds/115151132797490878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21015794&amp;postID=115151132797490878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115151132797490878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/115151132797490878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/2006/06/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06557105658357214910</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-21015794.post-114649551546857388</id><published>2006-05-01T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T10:58:35.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>Heh. I, uh, yeah. Happy May!&lt;br /&gt;Prom is Saturday and I am so excited! I'm going as a colonial/1700s English noblelady in a ball gown... it'll be so fun!&lt;br /&gt;I get to vote tomorrow for the first time EVER. I am excited and a little nervous. I don't know what to register as... and I only know a few people for sure who I'm voting for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015794-114649551546857388?l=vidademia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/feeds/114649551546857388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21015794&amp;postID=114649551546857388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/114649551546857388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/114649551546857388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/2006/05/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06557105658357214910</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-21015794.post-114097060078818087</id><published>2006-02-26T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T11:16:40.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>So, what happened to keeping up with this thing? Not like anyone reads it anyway... but hey.&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day was wonderful. Jacob came home with Rapha after Shakespeare and I had PT so I came home about 5:15. We hung out for a bit and then went to dinner at Satuma (oooh, yum). Then we came back and exchanged gifts - he got a card and 14 homemade chocolate fudge hearts (with a J &amp; M cut out of fudge in the middle). I got a really nice (almost) full body massage from him. :D I love him so much!&lt;br /&gt;The musical is going well. Less than two weeks to opening night! It has gone by so extremely quickly - probably because I don't want it to end. This is my last show at East and I'm going to miss the program SO MUCH. I've been in it since 7th grade... We are losing more than 10 seniors this year, too, so it's going to pretty much kill the department.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to the hospital tenure awards ceremony / dinner / thing. It was fun. I got to get gussied up (semi-formal) and be my dad's date. I love mingling with the doctors. I made a couple of friends, too - a scrapbooker, even! And it's such a small world... the lady I met who scrapbooks (who is also a doctor) is like best friends with one of my math teachers. She and her husband (also a doc) are the godparents to his son! And the people who were sitting across from me were also best friends with these other people and my math teacher's family, and they're trying to have a daughter for my math teacher's son (who is just a few months old) to grow up and fall in love with. Yeah, it's an extremely small world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015794-114097060078818087?l=vidademia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/feeds/114097060078818087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21015794&amp;postID=114097060078818087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/114097060078818087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/114097060078818087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/2006/02/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06557105658357214910</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-21015794.post-113968772354725061</id><published>2006-02-11T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T14:55:23.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Night</title><content type='html'>Tonight we're all going to Ryan's for our 9-weeks-ly movie night for Lord of the Rings. I don't have to read an extra LP book this 9 weeks because we're doing Pride and Prejudice in class, but everybody else who is in Shafer's class has to do something else. Haha for them :P So we get together to watch LotR since it's on the senior year LP list.&lt;br /&gt;First I have to download all my video and pictures from Sociedad Honoraria Hispanica because I completely used up my 512 on that the other night.&lt;br /&gt;We had rehearsal this morning from 8.30 to noon. It was a lot of fun. I love Fiddler sooo much. I can't believe the end is only a month away. I do not want this show to end. It's my last at East and I cry every time I think about it just being over. I love theatre... but doing it anywhere else is going to be nothing at all how special it is to do it for East.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a better day. We had rehearsal (which was good), then I had physical therapy which was fun (and a good workout), then I met up with Jacob at Taste of Chocolate. I had this chocolate cheesecake with chocolate crust and Smucker's Fudge and just ooh it was good! We had a fun time. We saw Len, Paul, Christine, Sara, and a bunch of other random people we knew. This is such a small town, lol. But I love it just the same!&lt;br /&gt;So I just looked out the window and it's pouring down snow! Huzzah!&lt;br /&gt;Franklin College really wants to get me! They email me personally all the time, call me, invite me to all these things like shows ('cept I can't go coz it's when OUR show is!) for free and food and overnighting... I'm a finalist for either full tuition or a 14,000 $ scholarship... I don't know what'll happen if I get that much money and gifts for school, lol! What happens if I get accepted somewhere out East? Then I'll be so screwed. Ah... build a bridge when that time comes, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015794-113968772354725061?l=vidademia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/feeds/113968772354725061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21015794&amp;postID=113968772354725061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/113968772354725061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/113968772354725061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/2006/02/movie-night.html' title='Movie Night'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06557105658357214910</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-21015794.post-113953760838286861</id><published>2006-02-09T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T21:13:28.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Second-best with Injury</title><content type='html'>Lots to update on&lt;br /&gt;1. Found out yesterday that my ACL really is torn (at least partially) and some miniscus is most likely torn as well. Makes me mad at the radiologist who looked at it in September. Now I'm in physical therapy for a month. After that I'll probably have it scoped. Two surgeries in one year - yuck. Who knows, maybe that means people will come visit me all the time like they did when my brother was in his car accident (thing). But - here I am being pessimistic - it'll probably turn out that people will pretty much forget about me when I'm not there (they can forget about me pretty well even when I AM there) and not care that I'm incapacitated. They'll probably plan some really fun events for when I'm out. And they probably won't even remember to invite me since they don't even remember to do that when I'm sitting right in front of them (literally).&lt;br /&gt;2. I just need to get this off my chest. I hate being second-best at EVERYTHING. We voted on the "Most Likely" and "Best" and whatever else you want to call them... I didn't win a single thing. Not that I particularly expected to, but a lot of people were writing my name for various categories and a lot for the same category... so I thought I might have a chance. And that anticipation was hightened when Matt said in Government - oh yeah, you got something too, let me check. So I was thrilled. Until he said, "oh wait, never mind, you only got second here and third here". You know what I was 2nd and 3rd in? Winning the Nobel Prize and becoming a Billionaire. You know who I was 2nd and 3rd to? Val. Like always. It's so disgusting. I can never win anything over her. Whatever the case is, she will find a way to beat me out by just one point. On an assignment or paper or test - just one point. I think I've only gotten a higher grade than her on two assignments in our entire high school career - and we met and became friends the very first day of freshman year.&lt;br /&gt;You know, it wouldn't bother me so much if I weren't ALWAYS second, or third, or whatever. It would be easier to swallow if I could be the best at something. One thing - that's all I'm asking. One thing that I'm better than EVERYONE at. But I've never been first or best in 18 years. The only thing I've been "first" is being born... and even then I was shortchanged since firstborns always get jipped out of everything. At St B's I was jipped. They got the gym after I left, the new church to actually use after I left, new windows after I left, a band! after I left, the youth ministry moved into the school after I left, better teachers came after I left, a better sports program emerged after I left, the technology got drastically better after I left, everything in general got better after I left. By left I mean graduated. In school I was never the Best at anything. There were always those in front of me. I didn't even get to be Vice President of Student Council of my own accord. For one it was a popularity contest, and by no means was I at all popular in that 32-member class (I wasn't preppy, I was a tomboy, I read too much, I didn't care what people thought generally). For two I came in second out of two running for VP. I was only moved to that position because the guy who won actually had D's and F's in his classes and the teachers thought that I, being an A+ average student, would be a much better choice, so they kicked him off citing horrible academics.&lt;br /&gt;Anything I've won has been a charity.&lt;br /&gt;BPA doesn't count. Winning first place in an event that is so easy for me is fun, yes, but sort of pointless. I've been programming for 7 years now. Most of the kids in that event have been doing it for about 2 weeks. District doesn't matter because nobody recognizes that you've won anything. State isn't much better. Nationals are a little better, but I didn't win first and so nobody cared about me. They only cared about Jacob because he won 1st at nationals. I only got 9th (out of 100 at Nationals), so I don't matter that much. There was virtually no publicity. My dad had to work so hard to get us into a little side column in the student section of the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;My parents say all this hardship is building my character for something I'm supposed to do later in life. Well, personally, I really wish this hardship would stop so I could actually build up some of my self-esteem! I have virtually no self-esteem. This is mostly because I hate it when people brag or one-up others... it's so immodest. So I don't even let anyone know if I've done well at something. If I do mention it, I am immediately one-upped (which is SO ANNOYING). I tried telling someone about my ACL today, hoping, you know, maybe to get a little sympathy, but no - what'd she do? Tell me straight-away that oh yeah, her dad had to have surgery and it was right before they could fix things with the scope and that's why he can't ski and blah blah blah. It's just like... I don't care!!! I'm trying to tell you about myself for once, and you don't even want to listen to it! It's just an excuse for you to one-up me and brag and just ALASDKFJ!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I was more of a talker than a listener. I listen so much to other people that I become a mere atomic particle in the vast ocean of people around me. I fade into the shadows and people forget I'm the one listening to all their junk and whining and crap, and sometimes I'd like to be listened to, too.&lt;br /&gt;That's what blogs are for, though not many people read this. They probably think it is inherently boring. I apologize for being boring, but it is my life, so take it as you will. I also apologize for being so pessimistic tonight, but I had a pretty crappy day.&lt;br /&gt;I almost made a layout of it, but then I realized that I would be depressed every time I looked at it, so I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;The only really good thing that happened today was that I found out that I have something like a 103.6% in Economics class. Now, only if it actually counted for something. I hate second semester senior year. Pointless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015794-113953760838286861?l=vidademia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/feeds/113953760838286861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21015794&amp;postID=113953760838286861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/113953760838286861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/113953760838286861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/2006/02/second-best-with-injury.html' title='Second-best with Injury'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06557105658357214910</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-21015794.post-113916374326767781</id><published>2006-02-05T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T13:22:23.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Indiana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, Indiana, don't you cry for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For I come from Canada with a cold front on my knee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sing to the tune of Oh, Susanna and pronounce Canada like "Ca-nae-da")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our heat stroke broke Friday night - the cold front from Canada moved in! We got a couple of inches of snow... it snowed all day yesterday (not even kidding - from 1am until 10pm at least... and then more this morning). Crazy Indiana weather! I love it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I really don't feel like doing homework... but I have to. Sigh. I actually don't really feel like doing much of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Peyton's for the Super Bowl tonight. (Mom says we're going to Peyton Manning's... lol! Yeah, right). I don't really know who to root for since the Colts aren't playing. So I'm wearing orange and hoping just to have a good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015794-113916374326767781?l=vidademia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/feeds/113916374326767781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21015794&amp;postID=113916374326767781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/113916374326767781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/113916374326767781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/2006/02/indiana.html' title='Indiana'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06557105658357214910</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-21015794.post-113847123092439163</id><published>2006-01-28T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T13:00:30.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night we went to Ryan's for a movie night. We watched Lord of War (which I hated... so much guns, violence, death, and Nicholas Cage. I hate Nicholas Cage! The only good thing about it was that there was some Russian in it, which I understood even without the subtitles) and then Monsters, Inc (which I liked MUCH better). We had pizza and also played Balderdash. Ryan's house is awesome, but I made the mistake of going at 5:45, when the sun was setting. He lives to the West. It was kind of scary driving so much into the sun, but once I turned and was heading South it was a lot better. The scenes were absolutely gorgeous, though! I wish I was a passenger because I wanted to take sooo many pictures. Once I got to Ryan's I took some of the surrounding land (he lives on top of a hill). It was just beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;Today I get to sing the National Anthem at the HHC swimming meet - hopefully my voice won't die on me. Then Jacob is coming over to celebrate our anniversary - 28 months on the 28th! :) &lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015794-113847123092439163?l=vidademia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/feeds/113847123092439163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21015794&amp;postID=113847123092439163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/113847123092439163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/113847123092439163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/2006/01/busy-weekend_28.html' title='Busy weekend'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06557105658357214910</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-21015794.post-113787966401957472</id><published>2006-01-21T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T16:41:04.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scholarship!</title><content type='html'>Dad's birthday went well; he loved his scrapbook! (And the rest of his presents :))&lt;br /&gt;Had rehearsal this morning from 8:30-11:30 am... fun! But my knee is SO messed up... we are probably going to see the orthopedic doctor because there's something definitely wrong with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the most exciting news since I started getting acceptance letters: Scholarship letter!!! DePauw gave me the Faculty something Scholarship Award, which means $12,000 / year for 4 years ( = $48,000 for 4 years!!) as long as I keep a certain GPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I actually got an academic scholarship! This makes me SO HAPPY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015794-113787966401957472?l=vidademia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/feeds/113787966401957472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21015794&amp;postID=113787966401957472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/113787966401957472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/113787966401957472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/2006/01/scholarship.html' title='Scholarship!'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06557105658357214910</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-21015794.post-113763435814617696</id><published>2006-01-18T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T20:32:38.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 hour delay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yay! We did get a two hour delay today - it was lovely! I got to sleep an extra hour, study more for my Calculus test, and relax. Turned out that we only had to do 5 problems of the Calc test today (what a great surprise!) since we only had 30 minutes instead of 45. (Huge difference!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some pictures of the snow, but my camera is way over there and I don't have time to upload them. Hasta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015794-113763435814617696?l=vidademia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/feeds/113763435814617696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21015794&amp;postID=113763435814617696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/113763435814617696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/113763435814617696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/2006/01/2-hour-delay.html' title='2 hour delay'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06557105658357214910</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-21015794.post-113754565819629359</id><published>2006-01-17T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T19:54:18.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!</title><content type='html'>After an abundance of 50 and 60 degree days in January, it's snowing right now! The temperature dropped a full 30 degrees from this morning (after raining ALL day). I tried to take some pictures, but they turned out horrible, so I won't post them. Gotta love Indiana!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015794-113754565819629359?l=vidademia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/feeds/113754565819629359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21015794&amp;postID=113754565819629359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/113754565819629359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/113754565819629359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/2006/01/snow.html' title='Snow!'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06557105658357214910</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-21015794.post-113745231032583245</id><published>2006-01-16T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T17:58:30.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MLK, Jr. Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the day off from school for Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. It was pretty nice, actually! The day was absolutely gorgeous. I went to the library, walked around downtown, took pictures, and went to Hobby Lobby. I started my dad's soccer coaching album for his birthday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6592/2122/1600/dad_soccer_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6592/2122/320/dad_soccer_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015794-113745231032583245?l=vidademia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/feeds/113745231032583245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21015794&amp;postID=113745231032583245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/113745231032583245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/113745231032583245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/2006/01/mlk-jr-day.html' title='MLK, Jr. Day'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06557105658357214910</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-21015794.post-113734956171168871</id><published>2006-01-15T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T13:26:01.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Bandwagon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hopped on the Blog Bandwagon today - again! I figured I might as well... This one is mainly for my scrapbooking stuff, photography, artsy things like that. My MSN one is for my friends, and my atspace one, well, I don't know what that'll turn into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a layout today :) I made one for Emi for her 18th birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6592/2122/1600/happy18emi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6592/2122/320/happy18emi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am also going to create a new album for features of all my friends. Can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21015794-113734956171168871?l=vidademia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/feeds/113734956171168871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21015794&amp;postID=113734956171168871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/113734956171168871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21015794/posts/default/113734956171168871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidademia.blogspot.com/2006/01/on-bandwagon.html' title='On the Bandwagon'/><author><name>Mia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06557105658357214910</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></feed>
