<?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-8920444910138837133</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:49:01.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Detailed Dork</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detaileddork.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920444910138837133/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detaileddork.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kendall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186845190502864387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.easysite.com/SiteData/themartins/EasySitePicture_705350.jpg?id=913249'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920444910138837133.post-6217503900264824633</id><published>2009-08-15T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T17:33:23.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, it's been forever, eh?</title><content type='html'>Wow I just found this after a loooong time of ignoring it. This poor forlorn blog is so empty, I kinda feel bad. I just read some of my past entries and shuttered... God, i'm such a freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone who happens to read, you really need to get a life. I don't even know how you happened across this. (Seriously, are you that bored?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a lot has happened. I'll sum up my summer, that sounds like a fairly okay topic. I moved the day after school let out at Liberty, which entitled me to a lonely summer. I stayed in my room more than a healthy amount, and didn't do much. I left my summer for the weekend before school. (not my smartest idea..) So you can guess what I'm up to now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited my family in NC, my father, step mother, and step brother. Sweet people. (: I adventured to TWO DCI performances.. One in Orlando and one in Atlanta. Orlando one got rained out, but it was still pretty awesome to hear. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band camp was a blast.. I'm happy I got to meet lots of new friends. I feel like a total dork for admitting it, but I really missed being around people.. I mean.. I only got to visit tampa two or three times.. which kinda sucks, but that's personal stuff. Stop being so nosy, eesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, go get on with life. School starts monday, I'm sure you have got some Summer Reading too, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920444910138837133-6217503900264824633?l=detaileddork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detaileddork.blogspot.com/feeds/6217503900264824633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920444910138837133&amp;postID=6217503900264824633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920444910138837133/posts/default/6217503900264824633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920444910138837133/posts/default/6217503900264824633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detaileddork.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow-its-been-forever-eh.html' title='Wow, it&apos;s been forever, eh?'/><author><name>Kendall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186845190502864387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.easysite.com/SiteData/themartins/EasySitePicture_705350.jpg?id=913249'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920444910138837133.post-8002347528161811421</id><published>2007-10-10T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T16:41:15.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you say...best game ever?</title><content type='html'>Rightsoyeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely we've all heard of super smash brothers brawl, the new SSB game to the trilogy. And the rumors of sonic? Finally proved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guessed it, he's an actual factual character, unless they are pulling an early April Fool's joke on us. Plan on seeing him in your future, beating you up of course. And with the addition of sonic, will most likely be Shadow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadow is my emo lover, so yeah. So if shadow is there, than sonic will be replaced. But if not, then sonic will just have to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the song they played, what a wonderful song. It's live and learn by crush 40. Look it up on youtube or something, its one of their best songs, video game related or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. off to be happy and shiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920444910138837133-8002347528161811421?l=detaileddork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detaileddork.blogspot.com/feeds/8002347528161811421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920444910138837133&amp;postID=8002347528161811421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920444910138837133/posts/default/8002347528161811421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920444910138837133/posts/default/8002347528161811421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detaileddork.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-do-you-saybest-game-ever.html' title='How do you say...best game ever?'/><author><name>Kendall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186845190502864387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.easysite.com/SiteData/themartins/EasySitePicture_705350.jpg?id=913249'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920444910138837133.post-1953394878427024144</id><published>2007-10-06T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T15:45:50.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to write. So I'm writing.</title><content type='html'>ooc: Uh....Yeah... I'm kinda bored. This is pretty much just some writing that I am doing out of boredom. New plot line I came up with. Chya. So....this isn't really something ya halfta read. Just some expressing of boredom and emotions. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurred figures past as the girl lay on the floor, easily ignored. The creatures that walked past, they were humans. One of the lowest forms of life, ones that cannot survive on their own. The pair of eyes of the oblivious female opened, her eyes adjusting to the vision. A regular sight for an allza hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sighed as she sat up, her posture changing to more of a straight one. She yawned as she stretched her arms, resembling a human who had just awoken. With an exhale of breathe, her voice returned to her, the tone ringing, but no echo kept it alive. She finally opened her eyes, a brilliant golden color with a thin set of pupils. She glanced around, humans walking by with different expressions. Above each human stood three prominent numbers, clearer than frozen water. The crystal numbers were all she needed, each one different for each human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The numbers were allza. She sighed as the numbers flashed, the numbers finding their way into her mind and ranking them into categories. If the number was low, it wasn't good. Usually bellow 300 was the limit. Although, the hunter had to choose whether or not to let them live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allza represents people's power to live. The numbers, the higher the better. She sighed as she finally locked her legs, standing. Her brown hair pushing back to reveal a set of ears, pointed on end. The black audibles stuck out on either side, identifying her as a hunter. In her right hand appeared a bow, a flashing brown color. It was obviously not there before, a work of a hunter of high training. An arrow then appeared to accompany it, the girl taking aim with her pale hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the release, a blurred figure came into focus, a man. He was no older than thirty, but his will was in the hundreds. She sighed as she watched the white arrow sink into his skin, the man dissolving into the wind. The real world seemed unaffected by his disappearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooc: Alrighty. Lost my muse. I'll explain this plot thing later. It's uh...still kinda scattered in my brain. I just wanted to write this down and start it somewhere. Sorry if it makes no sense at all. Like a said, just some random crap from boredom.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920444910138837133-1953394878427024144?l=detaileddork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detaileddork.blogspot.com/feeds/1953394878427024144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920444910138837133&amp;postID=1953394878427024144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920444910138837133/posts/default/1953394878427024144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920444910138837133/posts/default/1953394878427024144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detaileddork.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-want-to-write-so-im-writing.html' title='I want to write. So I&apos;m writing.'/><author><name>Kendall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186845190502864387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.easysite.com/SiteData/themartins/EasySitePicture_705350.jpg?id=913249'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920444910138837133.post-8022212007158375003</id><published>2007-09-28T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:40:24.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent? Apparently so.</title><content type='html'>I was very surprised today during band. A pair of saxophone players approached me with smiles on their faces. I thought it was awkward, seeing as I usually never talk to them, however I have talked to them on several occasions. They commented on my playing on a certain song, one most of our class enjoys playing. I thanked them very nicely, still asking myself why they were talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. No, I'm not a reject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they finally stop beating around the bush after a small chit chat session. They asked me if I wanted to enter the talent show with them on the song we had just played. They explained that just the saxophone part would be quite a bore, so they asked me to join them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am completely excited! A trumpet and two saxophones playing, what else could be better? I cannot WAIT till we start the try outs for the talent show. Who knows, there might even be a first prize. I'll be sure to scan the music to show you guys.....specifically Eric. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, in the arts section, I might be doing a writing program at our school. Called reflections, we are given a prompt that we can do some form of art for. I plan on writing, but if I had a second choice, it could most likely be photography. Might just do photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my next post. LOVE, PEACE, AND HAIR GREASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920444910138837133-8022212007158375003?l=detaileddork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detaileddork.blogspot.com/feeds/8022212007158375003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920444910138837133&amp;postID=8022212007158375003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920444910138837133/posts/default/8022212007158375003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920444910138837133/posts/default/8022212007158375003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detaileddork.blogspot.com/2007/09/talent-apparently-so.html' title='Talent? Apparently so.'/><author><name>Kendall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186845190502864387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.easysite.com/SiteData/themartins/EasySitePicture_705350.jpg?id=913249'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920444910138837133.post-3656571302439070339</id><published>2007-09-14T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T19:53:18.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DISTURBIA -eye twitch-</title><content type='html'>Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, scarred for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were watching right? And Kerry, step-dad, turns out the lights. I immediately scream and thrust the couch as I stand up. I go to turn it on, and he turns it off. I SCREAM at him to turn it on, and right now I am crying. Now I haven't realized how scarred my am by horror movies, but now it is official that they creep me out. I never thought I would be. I always remind myself it is just movie. I never expected myself to react like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So. Anyway. We were watching a scene, and don't worry I will not spoil anything. I didn't breathe. I was just ready to bawl out and return into my little turtle shell of an online life, but it was so pulling I had to stay. After the thematic music paused, and all was quiet, mom reminded me, 'Kendall, breathe.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had to remind me to breathe. Gawd. *goes to catch up on her breathe* I have a new fear, petefilish murders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920444910138837133-3656571302439070339?l=detaileddork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detaileddork.blogspot.com/feeds/3656571302439070339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920444910138837133&amp;postID=3656571302439070339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920444910138837133/posts/default/3656571302439070339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920444910138837133/posts/default/3656571302439070339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detaileddork.blogspot.com/2007/09/disturbia-eye-twitch.html' title='DISTURBIA -eye twitch-'/><author><name>Kendall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186845190502864387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.easysite.com/SiteData/themartins/EasySitePicture_705350.jpg?id=913249'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920444910138837133.post-5424170323735177583</id><published>2007-09-13T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T16:55:31.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/41dbt0qIB3L._AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/41dbt0qIB3L._AA280_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Uh......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920444910138837133-5424170323735177583?l=detaileddork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detaileddork.blogspot.com/feeds/5424170323735177583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920444910138837133&amp;postID=5424170323735177583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920444910138837133/posts/default/5424170323735177583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920444910138837133/posts/default/5424170323735177583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detaileddork.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Kendall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186845190502864387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.easysite.com/SiteData/themartins/EasySitePicture_705350.jpg?id=913249'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920444910138837133.post-5406178967715716778</id><published>2007-09-11T16:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T17:02:49.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ME Creative? Pfft.</title><content type='html'>Yeah Yeah. I got something in my old noodle today. I was surfing Deviant art, and an idea sparked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres what I've come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The database is a location in the connection, an area strictly forbidden unless your password is approved. The fire walls protect the database throughly, refusing the viruses to intrude. If by chance a virus gets through, they will reach something precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The data in the database has enough information for someone to make the fire walls, as well as the viruses insane. This would spark a war in the connection. No one wants a war, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm still working on it. I have some characters and stuff in my mind, but I don't have the drawing ability to draw it out. It'll probably end up being a book or something. Tell be your comments or things I should add. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920444910138837133-5406178967715716778?l=detaileddork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detaileddork.blogspot.com/feeds/5406178967715716778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920444910138837133&amp;postID=5406178967715716778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920444910138837133/posts/default/5406178967715716778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920444910138837133/posts/default/5406178967715716778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detaileddork.blogspot.com/2007/09/me-creative-pfft.html' title='ME Creative? Pfft.'/><author><name>Kendall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186845190502864387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.easysite.com/SiteData/themartins/EasySitePicture_705350.jpg?id=913249'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920444910138837133.post-9204541358662252037</id><published>2007-09-04T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T17:14:21.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FCRAP</title><content type='html'>Not a great ranting subject, but it will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who might not know about Florida's GLORIOUS education system, we spend all year studying for a test that apparently tells us if we are smart enough. We spend all year learning, how to write an essay, how to write a persuasive. ALL FCAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, if we know what is on the FCAT we will know how to read literature and analyze Chaucer and Shakespeare and all that wonderful jazz. I cannot STAND the education system. "In order to pass the FCAT...." "If you want to pass the test...." Those quotes are all too common in school and during lessons, mostly in reading, of course. *huffs off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor excuse for a writing. Kind of mad now, so I am typing a little awkward. Next entry will be better, promises~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920444910138837133-9204541358662252037?l=detaileddork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detaileddork.blogspot.com/feeds/9204541358662252037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920444910138837133&amp;postID=9204541358662252037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920444910138837133/posts/default/9204541358662252037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920444910138837133/posts/default/9204541358662252037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detaileddork.blogspot.com/2007/09/fcrap.html' title='FCRAP'/><author><name>Kendall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186845190502864387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.easysite.com/SiteData/themartins/EasySitePicture_705350.jpg?id=913249'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920444910138837133.post-4944614035655761180</id><published>2007-08-25T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T18:32:55.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Job</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I have a job I guess. I am constantly keeping up with two youngins and a new addition to the family, Princess. But I have nothing to complain about, I mean really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, JC is 15 months old and is just the most adorable thing ever. He does the cutest things and more. I can't really explain it in words, but it will have to do. He smilies when you play certain songs, giggles when you tickle him with the right words, and his eyes are just the most brilliant color blue, they even seem violet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is still getting her personality straight. She's only...four months now? She has the cutest smile, and if you can get it out of her, a glorious giggle. I can't help but smile every time she smilies and her dimples stretch on her face. I guess out family got our dimples from my mother. What a wonderful feature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have a new addition, Princess. She's a Doberman. She's sort of Shy, I guess you could say I'm just a shy guy~ Sorry, backyardigans moment. She is a shy little doggie. She's a year old and fairly well trained. Adorable puppy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, Saturday Night, blogging. But naught for a blank cause. I'm saving up for one of my drooling items, a tablet. The Wacom one, only a hundred bucks. Mom promised me twenty for allowance this month, and I got a kid at school to deal with me for a buck. And hopefully, after my first baby sitting job overnight, I'll get a few extra moneyz. *sigh* I cannot wait to get one. Hopefully I'll gather some extra change and pull together soon. Mom swore up and down that she wouldn't pay for it. So I told her I would get the money. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't worked on band homework. And when mom comes home, she might be mad to find out that my laundry has yet to be started. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much. I think my next post will be a rant. FWEE. You'll just have to wait to see about what. ^^ Toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920444910138837133-4944614035655761180?l=detaileddork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detaileddork.blogspot.com/feeds/4944614035655761180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920444910138837133&amp;postID=4944614035655761180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920444910138837133/posts/default/4944614035655761180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920444910138837133/posts/default/4944614035655761180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detaileddork.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-job.html' title='My Job'/><author><name>Kendall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186845190502864387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.easysite.com/SiteData/themartins/EasySitePicture_705350.jpg?id=913249'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920444910138837133.post-5100398437717145193</id><published>2007-08-24T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T14:46:53.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Week</title><content type='html'>I didn't think that school was this...boring. Sure I've kept my memories of school over the years, but this one is like none the others. In previous schools, you are too young to remember rules, so they roughly go over them or already expect you to know them. In sixth grade, you want to know the rules so you fit in. But when you go to seventh grade, same school as sixth, with the same campus and layout, you already know what they spend telling you for a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the fact that the rules have been bugging me, school is great. I'm seeing my friends a lot, most of them are in all my classes. Even Kelly, one of my best friends, is in three of my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language Arts was dumb, as usual. We took an FCAT Pretest as we do at the beginning of the year, only to take the same thing at the end of the year. That took the majority of our time, but alas, I have some homework still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazz Band was okay. Although, for the first time in two years, I HAVE BAND HOMEWORK. He expects us to learn what...six short songs, but they are fairly difficult! There are only a few seventh graders in Jazz Band, and I'm not as experience as all of the eighth graders, sorry to disappoint you Mr. Navy Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math was the usual lesson, classwork, and then airheads. Yes, air heads. Of course we have to prove we are smart to get one, but none the less, SUGAR. Just something to last me till next period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography and Lunch was probably the best part of the day. Lunch first though. Lunch we had a blast playing telephone at lunch. We are a bunch of silly dorks with not much but our imagination and smarts. Of course the lines were long, as usually for the first week of school. But all in all, a wonderful lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geo was cool. We got to decorate our notebooks, cutting and pasting, but not in computer terms of course. Yes yes, scissors, some magazines, and glue. Amazing they still sell those things at school instead of replacing them with computers. But we all need a break sometimes I presume....but not me. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...What was next? Right. Science. It was okay. Another FCAT Pretest, fwee. Although I sit at a table of boys, they crack me up. Brandon was singing his version of the new chips ahoy commercial. A british remedy of 'Don't You Want Me Baby' Gawd it gets annoying, but still, I can't stop laughing. Daniel was being a usual nerd, usually keeping quiet, but still letting out a few jokes that made us laugh. And Johnathan just kinda sat there, not really speaking, but laughing occasionally. No homework, and a few laughs, what fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band was okay. Yeah, I have band twice a day. GO BAND GEEKS. ^^ Daniel, from Science gets a little less shy by then, and we talk more. He's not bad at Trumpet, he's getting better too, but not yet as good as myself. The other day we even tried to convince the new band teacher I played the bag pipes. He didn't take it too well, so it wasn't as funny. But Brandon kept making his jokes, and by the end of the day, he had us cracking up with his pretend piccolo solos. We almost got in trouble, but thats what you get when you mix a 42 year old navy veteran with a bunch of seventh graders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home, and I was soaking wet. Of course it rained today, and it was embarresing to get home with mail dripping from wet ink. But i dried off and changed. I'm abount to check my daily dorkish sites to see the scoop on my sites, so I can't rant on and on about how messed up my places are on the internet. Thats for another blog I presume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then I guess. Toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920444910138837133-5100398437717145193?l=detaileddork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detaileddork.blogspot.com/feeds/5100398437717145193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920444910138837133&amp;postID=5100398437717145193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920444910138837133/posts/default/5100398437717145193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920444910138837133/posts/default/5100398437717145193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detaileddork.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-week.html' title='The First Week'/><author><name>Kendall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14186845190502864387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.easysite.com/SiteData/themartins/EasySitePicture_705350.jpg?id=913249'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
