<?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-2471899609216460553</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:59:02.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyloii</title><subtitle type='html'>Don't Even Ask About The Name &gt;.&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568428579783936809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j5qkxUNFpac/SAo_ThEpedI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PDH1wTSiJ8/S220/Annabelle+(Rhythm+Guitarist).bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471899609216460553.post-7908123858319587703</id><published>2008-12-15T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T02:28:26.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15th December 2008</title><content type='html'>I had a very strange dream the other night. I shall have to write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I was in town (I say town, but it didn't even look like it... it looked like America XD) with Abby and Aimee at night time. I don't know what it was, but we were trying to find something. We ended up going into this alley, and there was a guy there with a gun. We said something to him, then he shot Aimee in the heart, then ran off. Abby and I carried her to the library (God knows why we thought that would help), but halfway there Abby just let go of her so I had to carry her (she was lighter when it was just me actually). We got to the library (there was blood everywhere btw... it was horrible XD) and my mum was there, and maybe their mum too. There were other people all going into ambulances, and about 10 minutes later some woman showed up and took Aimee to an ambulance saying, "They should have took her first.". Then I was in Abby's, and Aimee had died (which was quite horrible btw). But I seemed more upset about it than Abby and her mum did. I was like, devastated, and they were just moving on straight away. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, maybe it was a completely different dream, but it was in the same night... anyway. I can't remember exactly what happened, but we were in some creepy place, and by we I mean, me, I think Lydia, Becky and Carina... maybe Jade too, and Chris, Claire and Leon off RE (but Leon looked like Nick off CSI for some reason). Chris and Claire were all evil-like though, and we were chasing them for some strange reason, but Leon went off down another corridor, and I followed him (don't know why like). Then Claire randomly appeared in the room we ended up in, and I think she was trying to kill us so we had to dodge and whatnot (XD), then I said something weird like, "It's not her anymore.". I think I meant she never used to be evil. XD Anyway, when I said that, she gave me a dirty look and ran off so we followed her. Then her and Chris like, jumped off wherever the hell we were. XD And we were all shocked and whatnot (even though they were still alive 'cause they were attached to a rope), and then it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was incredibly strange. XD I wonder why Leon looked like Nick off CSI...&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even seen CSI in ages. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now. :P&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the date hasn't made a liar out of me again.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing. Phoenix Wright and Edgey rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471899609216460553-7908123858319587703?l=kyloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/feeds/7908123858319587703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471899609216460553&amp;postID=7908123858319587703' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/7908123858319587703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/7908123858319587703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/2008/12/15th-december-2008.html' title='15th December 2008'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568428579783936809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j5qkxUNFpac/SAo_ThEpedI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PDH1wTSiJ8/S220/Annabelle+(Rhythm+Guitarist).bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471899609216460553.post-3298352233853044361</id><published>2008-12-04T20:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:18:10.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Refuse To Put The Date Because It Will Make A Liar Out Of Me</title><content type='html'>I need to write an actual post for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Obsessions: Jonas Brothers, Joe Jonas, Always by Bon Jovi and WoW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas Brothers are just amazing. I don't care what anyone else says, or whether or not my mates like them too. They don't. Lily does, and Jade loves Joe, but that's it. I just love their music (and Joe is cute ^.^), it's so damn catchy. Carina thinks I'm a traitor, but I don't care... I like the fact that I have a different obsession to my mates. That way I can torture them with it. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always by Bon Jovi = amazing. Ruth sang it on X Factor the night she went out, and I thought it was fantastic (she shouldn't have went), so I got round to downloading the actual song today. It's incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've betrayed my rogue on WoW. When WotLK came out, I just made a Death Knight and now it's level 65 while my rogue is level 57. I'm sure I'll at least get it into Outland at some point, but my Death Knight is awesomeness. My rogue is too... but still. Btw, Death Knights start at level 55.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyloii (level 57 Blood Elf rogue)&lt;br /&gt;Zaylian (level 65 Blood Elf Death Knight)&lt;br /&gt;Peplaer (level 33 Draenei warrior)&lt;br /&gt;Kilao (level 30 Blood Elf hunter)&lt;br /&gt;Kiorei (level 24 Blood Elf warlock)&lt;br /&gt;Kleiko (level 18 Blood Elf mage)&lt;br /&gt;Xealeon (level 25 Blood Elf priest)&lt;br /&gt;Xenoas (level 14 Blood Elf paladin)&lt;br /&gt;Roxiek (level 4 Blood Elf warlock... just a bank)&lt;br /&gt;Zarkia (level 6 Night Elf druid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Blood Elves. And the letters K, X and Z. Peplaer is the odd one out with P there. XD Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayley showed me the best video on Youtube before. Someone edited a Sonic video and put Shoop Da Whoop things in it, or something like that. Anyway, Sonic's all "Nobody has the right to touch you if you don't want them to. So what do you do? First, you say..." then it cuts to what looks like a cartoon of Cell off DBZ that goes, "I'MMA FIRIN' MAH LAZOR." I was crying with laughter. It was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;"Nobody has the right to touch you if you don't want them to. So what do you do? First, you say, 'I'MMA FIRIN' MAH LAZOR.'" Best thing EVER.&lt;br /&gt;Another bit in it is, "There's more cool than being hugged by DR. OCTOGANAPUS."&lt;br /&gt;And, "Then you say, "Oh my God, I can't wait to eat this watermelon. I just hope that MYSTERIOUS THING doesn't happen to me again."&lt;br /&gt;It's an incredible video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is off now. I needs sleeps. Bye! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471899609216460553-3298352233853044361?l=kyloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/feeds/3298352233853044361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471899609216460553&amp;postID=3298352233853044361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/3298352233853044361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/3298352233853044361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-refuse-to-put-date-because-it-will.html' title='I Refuse To Put The Date Because It Will Make A Liar Out Of Me'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568428579783936809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j5qkxUNFpac/SAo_ThEpedI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PDH1wTSiJ8/S220/Annabelle+(Rhythm+Guitarist).bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471899609216460553.post-4379641207473739233</id><published>2008-10-30T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:08:49.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31st October 2008 (but I bet the date will say something different)</title><content type='html'>I don't have anything to say. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471899609216460553-4379641207473739233?l=kyloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/feeds/4379641207473739233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471899609216460553&amp;postID=4379641207473739233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/4379641207473739233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/4379641207473739233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/2008/10/31st-october-2008-but-i-bet-date-will.html' title='31st October 2008 (but I bet the date will say something different)'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568428579783936809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j5qkxUNFpac/SAo_ThEpedI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PDH1wTSiJ8/S220/Annabelle+(Rhythm+Guitarist).bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471899609216460553.post-1584560192383519911</id><published>2008-09-13T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:23:56.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14th September 2008</title><content type='html'>I went to town yesterday with Lily and Lolz. Was pretty fun, Lolz left Lily in the middle of the road, I nearly killed Lolz with Lily's wheelchair, I ran into Lydia, Becky and Melissa twice, and I completely fell in love with some guy in a restuarant. All in all, pretty eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy was that gorgeous that when he saw me looking, instead of looking away like, "Oh no, he caught me.", I was just like, "Like hell am I looking away from that.". So he gave me many weird looks 'cause I was staring at him for like the whole time he was there. There was a guy/girl (couldn't figure it out) sitting next to him, and he/she caught me staring at the other guy too, and then looked all smug and was glancing at him and then at me as if to say, "Hell yeah, I get to sit next to him.". I was just like, "Cheeky bitch...". XD :P&lt;br /&gt;Aww, I should of taken a sneaky, very stalkerish picture of him. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICT in normal school on Monday. :/ Not really looking forward to it tbh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't really have anything else to say. &lt;br /&gt;So... bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The date above my posts always makes me seem like a liar. ¬.¬)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471899609216460553-1584560192383519911?l=kyloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/feeds/1584560192383519911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471899609216460553&amp;postID=1584560192383519911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/1584560192383519911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/1584560192383519911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/2008/09/14th-september-2008.html' title='14th September 2008'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568428579783936809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j5qkxUNFpac/SAo_ThEpedI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PDH1wTSiJ8/S220/Annabelle+(Rhythm+Guitarist).bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471899609216460553.post-8477405494583825187</id><published>2008-08-20T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:47:48.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21st August 2008</title><content type='html'>Wow, a month since I last wrote here. And still I have nothing to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471899609216460553-8477405494583825187?l=kyloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/feeds/8477405494583825187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471899609216460553&amp;postID=8477405494583825187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/8477405494583825187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/8477405494583825187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/2008/08/21st-august-2008.html' title='21st August 2008'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568428579783936809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j5qkxUNFpac/SAo_ThEpedI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PDH1wTSiJ8/S220/Annabelle+(Rhythm+Guitarist).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471899609216460553.post-8161616973082908136</id><published>2008-07-21T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:10:11.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22nd July 2008</title><content type='html'>'Tis 06:31am, and I'm sitting in the living room, as the wireless adapter on my laptop is broke, so I now have to connect it to the wireless box with a network cable. ¬.¬ &lt;br /&gt;Also, Carina stayed over. She's currently asleep on the couch. Her alarm is currently going off. But no movement from her. God, that alarm is quiet. It's stopped now. But there's still a blue light flashing on her phone. Stupid blue light.&lt;br /&gt;And now it's going off again. ¬.¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've turned it off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the time that Carina's been asleep I've been messing around on the World of Warcraft forums. I came across this thread that said there were six children in a house north of Goldshire, who just stood there in the shape of a pentagram. And apparently, if you went there at 7:45am and waited till 7:50am, you'd hear a voice saying, "You will die.". Well, I was pretty freaked out by this. I wanna go see if the children will be there, but I don't wanna do it on my own, and I don't wanna wake Carina up. It's only a game, but I'm still scared. XD&lt;br /&gt;Some people are saying that the children aren't there anymore though, just really freaky music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a less freakier note, there's a Gnome on WoW dressed in green called Linken. Obvious reference to Link from LoZ. And if you do the quests he gives you, you can pick between a boomerang and a sword, which are obvious references to the weapons off LoZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely bored now. I just watched a video of those WoW children. The, "You will die." is really clear. XD Although, who's to say the maker of the video didn't just add it in? I don't know. I'll see if it'll work for me. Later though, it still freaks me out. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, people keep moaning on my video of HM bachelors &amp; bachelorettes that their fave isn't first. &gt;.&gt; WHAT DOES IT MATTER? It's only a game. It's only a crappy video. It's only my opinion. Oh, and Becky's and Lydia's. XD Seriously, the majority of them want either Skye or Rock to be the number one bachelor. Why? Skye looks like a girl, and Rock looks like a 4 year old. Dr. Trent on the other hand, is extremely cute. SO STOP MOANING. A few people moan about the girls. Someone asked why Muffy wasn't on it. 'Cause she looks like a whore, that's why. Someone also asked why Ann wasn't on it. 'Cause she looks about 9, that's why. People annoy me sometimes. ¬.¬&lt;br /&gt;(Maybe I'm just tired though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 past 7 now. No, it didn't take me like 40 minutes to write all that. I went on the WoW forums again and forgot about this. Carina's just woke up. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off now. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471899609216460553-8161616973082908136?l=kyloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/feeds/8161616973082908136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471899609216460553&amp;postID=8161616973082908136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/8161616973082908136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/8161616973082908136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/2008/07/22nd-july-2008.html' title='22nd July 2008'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568428579783936809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j5qkxUNFpac/SAo_ThEpedI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PDH1wTSiJ8/S220/Annabelle+(Rhythm+Guitarist).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471899609216460553.post-2182515422807806428</id><published>2008-07-07T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T12:23:11.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7th July 2008</title><content type='html'>I've resorted to just writing the date again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I can't think of anything to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, what a waste of a blog post that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471899609216460553-2182515422807806428?l=kyloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/feeds/2182515422807806428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471899609216460553&amp;postID=2182515422807806428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/2182515422807806428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/2182515422807806428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/2008/07/7th-july-2008.html' title='7th July 2008'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568428579783936809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j5qkxUNFpac/SAo_ThEpedI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PDH1wTSiJ8/S220/Annabelle+(Rhythm+Guitarist).bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471899609216460553.post-5014527976540428267</id><published>2008-06-27T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:50:35.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Aim At Myself, Take Back What You Said...</title><content type='html'>I hath a new second favourite band. Avenged Sevenfold have been taken over by Fall Out Boy. And Carina is probably gonna shout at me for it. But I can't help it. Pete's lyrics and Patrick's voice are just win. Sure, Pete may irritate me, but that's only 'cause of stupid teenies thinking he's good looking, when he just blatantly isn't. Also, he isn't the best bassist in the world, but to be fair, Patrick writes all of the music. And, neither of those reasons are his fault. So... whatever. Although, Pete does look good in the video for Saturday. But that's an old video. And, the bass line on Rock Band for Dead on Arrival is pretty hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy are the most listened to band on my laptop. I've listened to Grand Theft Autumn 76 times, Bang the Doldrums 71 times, Dead on Arrival 51 times, Hum Hallelujah 46 times... and they're the most played. My Chemical Romance are still much better though. Even if I don't listen to them as much, it's just how they make me feel. XD As cheesy as that sounds.&lt;br /&gt;I just enjoy Fall Out Boy more than Avenged Sevenfold. A7X are still one of my fave bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather pissed off with my dad. For my birthday, he came round 3 days before, refused to come into the house, so I had to go out to him, he gave me a card, stayed for about 30 seconds, then went home. For John's birthday, he's coming round on the day, and is gonna take him down town, and spend practically all day with him. I know it's John's 18th, but that doesn't mean he shouldn't pay attention to me either. And when he comes round, if John's asleep, he'll wake him up, if I'm asleep, he won't wake me up. If John won't come down the stairs, he'll just go home. If I won't come down the stairs, he doesn't care. He'll play computers with John, but when I offer to play something with him, he says he doesn't wanna play. I can't win. Maybe I should just pretend I don't have a dad? 'Cause he sure as hell pretends he doesn't have a daughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self pity... is pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;And John keeps shouting at me for no reason. Seriously, they make me feel so depressed. But feeling depressed is just stupid. So screw them all. I'm gonna listen to MCR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll never take me alive,&lt;br /&gt;You'll never take me alive,&lt;br /&gt;Do what it takes to survive,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better now. So screw you Daily Mail. MCR don't promote suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I no longer feel depressed, I feel like smashing my glasses. 'Cause the damn leg of them digs into my ear, and is just painful. Stupid glasses... and I don't think they work too well anyway. My eyesight is terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ranted quite a bit there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go play WoW now. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The title is a Fall Out Boy lyric. For anyone who didn't know...&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's only Lydia who reads this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471899609216460553-5014527976540428267?l=kyloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/feeds/5014527976540428267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471899609216460553&amp;postID=5014527976540428267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/5014527976540428267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/5014527976540428267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/2008/06/take-aim-at-myself-take-back-what-you.html' title='Take Aim At Myself, Take Back What You Said...'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568428579783936809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j5qkxUNFpac/SAo_ThEpedI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PDH1wTSiJ8/S220/Annabelle+(Rhythm+Guitarist).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471899609216460553.post-3637512393239771625</id><published>2008-06-16T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:04:41.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17th June 2008</title><content type='html'>I couldn't think of a title, so I'm going with Lydia's tactic of just putting the date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on my old blog before, and the posts used to be huge! I just typed crap for ages. XD Ooh, and there's a description of my dream on there Lydia. You know the one where you said, "Sorry, was just off on an invasion."? Actually, I'm gonna copy and paste it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to write about the freaky dream I had the other night, 'cause it was the weirdest dream I've ever had. Even weirder than the one with the wizards. Even weirder than the one with the plane. Even weirder than the one with the trees. Even weirder than the one with the dogs. Even weirder than the one with Jude Law. Okay, I think you should get that it was pretty strange now. Where do I start with this dream? I don't even know where it started, but it had weird skeleton things in it, I have the face of the first one in my head, MCR, Bert McCracken, my mum, my physiotherapist, my mate Lydia (who was one of the skeleton things), my brother, and I think that was it. The bit with the weird skeleton things was, me and my mum were sitting on a couch on a beach, and all these skeletons wearing armour and carrying swords, they actually kinda looked like the skeleton that teaches you moves out of The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess, came out of the ocean, and I went, "Don't look mum, you won't like it." Then I was in a taxi with my mum and my physiotherapist Jo, and I went "I like McDonalds." And my mum went "We know." And then Jo grabbed all these Happy Meal boxes and jumped out of the taxi, and legged it off down the road, and all these kids were running after her holding Happy Meal boxes. Then we were driving along in the taxi, and Blood Red Summer came on, and I was singing along really loudly. Then I was in some crappy run down city with my brother, and we did something, I can't remember what, to annoy Bert McCracken, and he started shooting at us, so we ran, and my brother went "You need to run faster than that" and grabbed hold of my arm, and then he started to fly, and 'cause he had hold of me, I was flying with him. Then I ended up in some corridor with MCR, and Ray and Bob were leaving MCR, and Gerard was like "No, you can't leave" and I turned to Gerard and went, "Are they really leaving?" and he went "I don't know" Bert was after them for some reason, and Ray and Bob didn't want to risk him killing them, that's why they were leaving. Then I ended up outside the room where Bert was, and he came out and went "It's not like that anymore". Then it turned out the skeleton things were trying to take over the world, and I was tryna talk to Lydia on MSN, as she was one, to find out what was going on, and after about an hour she said "Sorry, was just off on an invasion", I didn't actually ask her about the taking over the world thing, I asked her if MCR were really splitting up, which is probably what I'd do in real life. Then the dream ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the freakiest dream I've ever had. The MCR splitting up thing was just horrible. Forget about the nightmarish skeletons, that was the scariest bit. Gerard actually looked like what he does now, in previous dreams he's looked like he did in the past. I don't think Mikey and Frankie were in that dream, I think it was just Ray, Bob and Gerard. Actually Frankie might of just been in the background or something. Maybe Mikey was too. Argh, I don't know, I can't remember. Oh, and the skeletons face I have in my head was Lydia, I think. Bloody strange that dream, I must of taken something before I went to sleep, I mean, what the hell was all that about?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, that was a funny dream. I should really try and type up all my other dreams too. But I won't be able to remember them as well. And I don't really think I should type up the teacher dream. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a weird dream the other night. Some girl I've never seen before in my life was in it. XD Her name was Jenna, and she got drunk, threw up everywhere, and died in front of the hairdressers, who happened to be the two Sarah's from my school. And one of them said, "She just died a death in front of me." XD I had a Capri Sun before I went to bed that night, that's what went on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything else to write about, and I should be asleep, I have school tomorrow. Not till 1, but still. 'Tis 2am. I might play my Xbox for a while though. Either way, night! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I just noticed it says above my post, "16th June", but its the 17th where I am. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471899609216460553-3637512393239771625?l=kyloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/feeds/3637512393239771625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471899609216460553&amp;postID=3637512393239771625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/3637512393239771625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/3637512393239771625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/2008/06/17th-june-2008.html' title='17th June 2008'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568428579783936809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j5qkxUNFpac/SAo_ThEpedI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PDH1wTSiJ8/S220/Annabelle+(Rhythm+Guitarist).bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471899609216460553.post-1862251924703362091</id><published>2008-06-12T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:18:13.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¬.¬</title><content type='html'>'Tis 01:58am, I'm bored, I should be asleep, my mum says I'm going to school tomorrow but I can't be bothered. I felt worse today than I have done in quite a while. I just cried over the tiniest thing. XD And at the minute I think I'm falling into one of my "ARGH" moods as I call it. I call it that because I just feel like going "ARGH". XD I'll explain it fully to Lydia later. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my mum's gonna get me a puppy. She said we'll look around pet shops, so.... :D. But I'm still gonna miss Buster like crazy when he goes. :( He's like the same age as me, I've grown up with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I should go to sleep now. Night. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471899609216460553-1862251924703362091?l=kyloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/feeds/1862251924703362091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471899609216460553&amp;postID=1862251924703362091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/1862251924703362091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/1862251924703362091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='¬.¬'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568428579783936809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j5qkxUNFpac/SAo_ThEpedI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PDH1wTSiJ8/S220/Annabelle+(Rhythm+Guitarist).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471899609216460553.post-1067873630690080191</id><published>2008-05-30T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:42:59.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;.&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis 05:37am. And I have nothing to ramble about. Hmm. Oh, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad left his demon of a girlfriend and is now living practically up the road. ^.^ So now I can see him whenever I want. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have 60 sprites on HMDSC! WOO! On "Diary 1" I have 60 sprites, and I'm single XD. On "Diary 2" I have 61 sprites, and I'm engaged to Skye. *Is happy, but wants to marry Trent*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say really. I'm tired. I'm already used to writing my age as 15 instead of 14. I didn't actually have to get used to it at all. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going now. This blog is extremely interesting. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471899609216460553-1067873630690080191?l=kyloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/feeds/1067873630690080191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471899609216460553&amp;postID=1067873630690080191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/1067873630690080191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/1067873630690080191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_30.html' title='&gt;.&gt;'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568428579783936809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j5qkxUNFpac/SAo_ThEpedI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PDH1wTSiJ8/S220/Annabelle+(Rhythm+Guitarist).bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471899609216460553.post-6774244961431514589</id><published>2008-05-20T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T09:31:51.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I really dislike titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I currently have a headache, and I'm trying to do this stupid English homework. I have to answer questions on a crappy poem. God, I hate poetry. ¬_¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything to write about. XD&lt;br /&gt;Erm, well it's my birthday in 7 days. Woo. I'm pretty much not excited at all. I don't see what the big deal is about birthdays. They're just marking one year closer to death. That's how I see it anyway. XD Maybe I'm just morbid. Carina is telling people I'm having a sleepover, and I'm most probably not, 'cause in the morning I'm really tired and just want my mates to go home. XD And then I feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't think of anything else to say, and my head is in severe pain. So, bye! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471899609216460553-6774244961431514589?l=kyloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/feeds/6774244961431514589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471899609216460553&amp;postID=6774244961431514589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/6774244961431514589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/6774244961431514589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568428579783936809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j5qkxUNFpac/SAo_ThEpedI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PDH1wTSiJ8/S220/Annabelle+(Rhythm+Guitarist).bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471899609216460553.post-3883890539402541612</id><published>2008-04-12T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T18:52:58.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Spent About 10 Minutes Trying To Think Of A Title..........</title><content type='html'>I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my mates came round the other day. I'm too lazy to write about it in detail. XD&lt;br /&gt;But a lot of wrong things were said, as Carina was there, and Becky was writing a rather wrong chapter of Grapes, and John was in the bath, which is right next door to my room, and the wall in between is hollow, so...... yeah, he heard everything. He went to me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John - "Can you not talk about those things when I'm in the bath? It's just disturbing."&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Well, we're teenagers."&lt;br /&gt;John - "But still......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, what does he expect teenagers to talk about? And I didn't know he was in the bath, so meh. And luckily he waited till my mum had gone upstairs to say it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna type up the rest of Grapes, but chapter 27 disturbs me too much. I may have to ask Becky to rewrite it. I just can't stand it. It's too weird. I'll type up the others in a bit though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept all day today. Well, yesterday, as it's 02:17. So now I'm just sitting on my own, no one on MSN, as normal people are asleep by now. There usually isn't many people on WoW either. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think WoW is taking over my life or something. XD It's all I talk about these days. I'm finally level 40, and I finally have my mount. A Black Hawkstrider. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;I read that a Swift White Hawkstrider drops from Kael'thas Sunstrider in Magister's Terrace. Me wants one. But unfortunately, Magister's Terrace is a level 70 raid, and it only drops on Heroic Mode. And then there's still a chance it won't drop, and if it did, someone else would win it. I'm still determined to get one though. XD (There's too many "XD"'s in this post.) :O I've also just read that he drops a Phoenix Hatchling. Aww, it's so cute. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Kael'thas used to shout, "Wow, that sucked. Oh well, let's try again." after one of his spells ran out. Lol, it's a shame he doesn't shout that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to ramble about. I still haven't done that essay I had to do. Too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go now. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471899609216460553-3883890539402541612?l=kyloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/feeds/3883890539402541612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471899609216460553&amp;postID=3883890539402541612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/3883890539402541612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/3883890539402541612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-spent-about-10-minutes-trying-to.html' title='I&apos;ve Spent About 10 Minutes Trying To Think Of A Title..........'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568428579783936809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j5qkxUNFpac/SAo_ThEpedI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PDH1wTSiJ8/S220/Annabelle+(Rhythm+Guitarist).bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471899609216460553.post-8654408686623029210</id><published>2008-04-01T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T18:49:58.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Songs You Grow To Like, Never Stick At First</title><content type='html'>I've fallen in love with Fall Out Boy. I've always liked them, just not really that much, a few songs here and there. I decided to actually listen to Infinity On High properly, and I'm obsessed. I want their other albums now. But I have no money. I think they're tying with Avenged Sevenfold as my second fave band. My Chemical Romance are of course number one, and they always will be.&lt;br /&gt;The title is a Fall Out Boy lyric. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis 02:21am, and I have an essay in for tomorrow, but I haven't done it yet. I've done part of it though. I can finish it in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hatred for Pete Wentz has disappeared ever since I read one of his quotes.&lt;br /&gt;"There are days I read the stuff about me on the internet, and want to cry and quit my band. People hate you without knowing. That's what this little world has become."&lt;br /&gt;So, I now like him. XD ^.^&lt;br /&gt;He's still ugly though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some Fall Out Boy posters now. I have one on my door. But I need more. I'll put them on the ceiling if I have to. Actually, I probably will have to, I have many posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt really sick before, I thought I was gonna faint. Turns out all I needed was a yoghurt. Damn blood sugar......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm level 38 on WoW now. ^.^ I'll get my mount in two levels. John said he'll have the gold on it by 11th April XD. I wonder if he'll start a guild with me, when he starts playing again that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna have another go at this essay, then sleep. Or I might just sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471899609216460553-8654408686623029210?l=kyloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/feeds/8654408686623029210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471899609216460553&amp;postID=8654408686623029210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/8654408686623029210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/8654408686623029210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/2008/04/songs-you-grow-to-like-never-stick-at.html' title='The Songs You Grow To Like, Never Stick At First'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568428579783936809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j5qkxUNFpac/SAo_ThEpedI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PDH1wTSiJ8/S220/Annabelle+(Rhythm+Guitarist).bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471899609216460553.post-4867525169361934343</id><published>2008-02-05T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T11:47:26.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WoW Characters.</title><content type='html'>I feel like updating on my characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyloii (Level 31 Blood Elf Rogue)&lt;br /&gt;Kilao (Level 24 Blood Elf Hunter)&lt;br /&gt;Peplaer (Level 17 Draenei Warrior)&lt;br /&gt;Kiorei (Level 16 Blood Elf Warlock)&lt;br /&gt;Xenoas (Level 11 Blood Elf Paladin)&lt;br /&gt;Xealeon (Level 9 Blood Elf Preist)&lt;br /&gt;Kleiko (Level 13 Blood Elf Mage)&lt;br /&gt;Turakon (Level 3 Tauren Druid)&lt;br /&gt;Lioeka (Level 8 Draenei Shaman)&lt;br /&gt;Roxiek (Level 7 Human Rogue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a different server/realm, I have a level 6 Gnome Warlock, called Odevian. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Imp is called Naqui. You don't get a Voidwalker until level 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Blood Elves. I'm rather fond of Draenei too. Kyloii's nearly level 32 ^.^. I feel like writing that Kiorei's minions are called Azyap (Imp), and Thannak (Voidwalker). And Kilao still has Katana. She's level 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all of that was pointless, but I'm bored, and WoW is offline for maintenance. It's 05:41am, and I'm gonna try and go back to sleep now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471899609216460553-4867525169361934343?l=kyloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/feeds/4867525169361934343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471899609216460553&amp;postID=4867525169361934343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/4867525169361934343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/4867525169361934343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/2008/02/wow-characters.html' title='WoW Characters.'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568428579783936809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j5qkxUNFpac/SAo_ThEpedI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PDH1wTSiJ8/S220/Annabelle+(Rhythm+Guitarist).bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471899609216460553.post-5831028970268911845</id><published>2008-01-02T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T19:56:27.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know What Rocks?</title><content type='html'>Resident Evil: Umbrella Chronicles is what rocks. It's just so amazingly awesome. My love of RE has came back ^.^. You can be Wesker in it. I am now obsessed with Wesker. And his voice. It's just so cool. "Be a good girl and stay dead this time." &lt;----- Best line EVER! But to be fair, she didn't really have a choice whether she died or not, 'cause the mansion blew up. I despise Vladmir Sergei, whoever he is. Some Russian guy. But anyway, he keeps setting these things called Ivan on me, damn him. Took me a while to realise that the rocket launcher might kill them. It was fun watching them die :D. Okay, freaky.&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to get an A on "Raccoon's Destruction 3", to unlock "Death's Door" (where you play as Ada), so I can unlock "Dark Legacy 2" (where you play as Wesker). But when I played it with John, we only got a C, so that'll take a while. I wanna unlock "Fourth Survivor", so I can be HUNK XD. It's fun playing with the Wii Zapper, you can pretend you've actually got a gun, if you're sad like me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, and it's the early hours of the morning. What d'you do when you're bored and it's the early hours of the morning? Ramble on your blog, that's what you do! Or play WoW, but whatever. Ooh, I think John killed Lydia's brother on it, I'm not sure though, 'cause I don't even know if he plays it anymore. People like to challenge me to duels on that alot. I must look duelable. Either that, or they flirt with me, which scares me, 'cause believe it or not, I don't look like a f*cking Blood Elf! God.....&lt;br /&gt;I'm level 25 now ^_^. Aww, I had everything matching, white shirt, green tunic thingy, green pants, white and black guild tabard, black gloves, black belt, and brown boots. Well, the boots didn't really match but whatever, anyways, I found better leg armour, so now I have red pants. They couldn't of been green, could they? Ooh, but they do match my red rogue mask, which I travelled miles to get, died two times, and met one of John's mates, who taught me to climb up mountains. XD But I was willing to do anything to get that rogue mask, I've been wanting one since I started that character, and now, at level 25 (I got it at level 24, but whatever), I finally have one. I wanted a Blood Elf Bandit Mask, I have a Defias Mask, you get the Blood Elf one in Azuremyst Isle, the Draenai place, they're on the Alliance, and I happen to have a Draenai character, so I ran round in circles for hours, looking for Blood Elf Bandits, I only found 4 or 5, and not one of them dropped a mask, so I was in a huff for a while XD. I have a level 13 Blood Elf Hunter, who I am extremely attached to. He has a pet called Katana, an Elder Springpaw ^_^, I named it. I'm extremely attached to that as well. I'm obsessed with WoW, people must think I'm from Denmark or something, the names I come up with, they are;&lt;br /&gt;Kyloii (Lvl 25 Blood Elf Rogue)&lt;br /&gt;Kilao (Lvl 13 Blood Elf Hunter)&lt;br /&gt;Aenzair (Lvl 5 Night Elf Druid)&lt;br /&gt;Matilora (Lvl 6 Gnome Warlock)&lt;br /&gt;Peplaer (Lvl 9 Draenai Warrior)&lt;br /&gt;Turakon (Lvl 4 Tauren Hunter)&lt;br /&gt;^.^ I wanted to write about my characters somewhere. The reason that Kyloii has two I's, unlike my blog name, is because I made a Blood Elf Rogue ages ago, who looks just like her, and called her Kyloi, but then got bored when I got to level 14, and gave her to my brother, as she was on his account, and he's got her to level 28, it's funny when people see them together though, they look identical, and have near enough the same name. XD&lt;br /&gt;I might change my blog name to Kyloii though, if you can even do that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is irritating me, it's keeps going in my face, and won't stay behind my ear. DAMMIT STAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina has wrote, "Gerard Way Rocks!", "Ray Toro Rules!", and "Frank Iero (Sex God)!" on my bed. Why she has done this I'll never know. She didn't write Bob and Mikey because she had to go home. I managed to disturb her today, that's when you know you're freaky, when you can disturb Carina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I ramble about? You know, I don't think anyone actually reads this, but whatever. Probabaly because it's so long..... I have a hospital appointment on the 16th. Hopefully it doesn't get cancelled again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything else to ramble about, it's 03:49am, I love MCR and A7X, goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471899609216460553-5831028970268911845?l=kyloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/feeds/5831028970268911845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471899609216460553&amp;postID=5831028970268911845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/5831028970268911845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/5831028970268911845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-know-what-rocks.html' title='You Know What Rocks?'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568428579783936809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j5qkxUNFpac/SAo_ThEpedI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PDH1wTSiJ8/S220/Annabelle+(Rhythm+Guitarist).bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471899609216460553.post-2361459915708319433</id><published>2007-12-05T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:36:50.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is It, Young Apprentice Lion?</title><content type='html'>It's half 7 in the morning, I've been up since 2.45am, I have to be at Sandfield Park School at 10.15am, because we're going to see a play in Southport (Narnia), and I don't get back till 4.45pm. I'm gonna be shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering about the title, I was watching South Park the other day, and Token thought he didn't fit in with Cartman, Stan etc., so he tried hanging round with the rich kids, and they told him to go hang round with lions. Which he did. But first, he had to go see Aslan, who just happens to be the lion in the play I'm gonna go see, and I swear to God, his voice was so funny. The way he said "apprentice". XD. He goes to Token,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aslan: "I'll let you join the lions if you can pull this thorn out of my paw."&lt;br /&gt;Token: "What?"&lt;br /&gt;Aslan: "Go on, pull my thorn!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it hilarious. XD. I love South Park, it's so funny and random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something wrong with my throat, and it's made my voice go all weird. Sometimes it's hoarse, others it's croaky. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I gotta go now, and get dressed, as it is now 7.35am, and we have to take John to college for 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471899609216460553-2361459915708319433?l=kyloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/feeds/2361459915708319433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471899609216460553&amp;postID=2361459915708319433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/2361459915708319433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/2361459915708319433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-is-it-young-apprentice-lion.html' title='What Is It, Young Apprentice Lion?'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568428579783936809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j5qkxUNFpac/SAo_ThEpedI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PDH1wTSiJ8/S220/Annabelle+(Rhythm+Guitarist).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471899609216460553.post-1055867803423633378</id><published>2007-11-21T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T18:01:26.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MCRness &lt;3 and other things...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What comes to mind when someone says:&lt;br /&gt;1. "I'm not Okay"&lt;br /&gt;Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "I love Starbucks"&lt;br /&gt;It's so damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Better stay on that side of the street mother fucker!"&lt;br /&gt;I'll knock you out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Chemical"&lt;br /&gt;Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Romance"&lt;br /&gt;Chemical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Five beautiful boys"&lt;br /&gt;Who then went to jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "MCR saved my Life"&lt;br /&gt;Definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "MCR"&lt;br /&gt;Rule the world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever:&lt;br /&gt;9. French kiss Gerard Way?&lt;br /&gt;Yes xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Give Mikey a heater when he's in the tub?&lt;br /&gt;No! That would hurt him! LOL ; ) I'd watch him while he was in the tub though ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Get a tattoo with Frankie?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Force Ray into letting you straighten his hair, again?&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Hug Bob Bryar's big beautiful blond blue-eyed head?&lt;br /&gt;Hug his head? I'd hug him, not just his head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Watch two or more members "get it on" with each other?&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. "Get it on" with two or more members?&lt;br /&gt;Yep ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If so, who?&lt;br /&gt;Gerard &amp;amp; Frankie, but if it was more than two, it'd be all of them. At once.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With which member would you:&lt;br /&gt;17. sit and read a book with?&lt;br /&gt;Mikey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. flirt with?&lt;br /&gt;Gerard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. go on a date with?&lt;br /&gt;Gerard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. what would you do on this date?&lt;br /&gt;Drink coffee (even though I don't like it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. go destroy public property with?&lt;br /&gt;Frankie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. get drunk with?&lt;br /&gt;None, me no like alcohol, but then again, if you got drunk with Gerard, he wouldn't know what he was doing.......... ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. do drugs with?&lt;br /&gt;None, never in my life will I take drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. dance in the rain with?&lt;br /&gt;All of them xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. run away forever with?&lt;br /&gt;Gerard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. get married to?&lt;br /&gt;Gerard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. have babies with?&lt;br /&gt;Gerard........ d'you hear an echo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you like:&lt;br /&gt;29. Gerard's big pretty butt?&lt;br /&gt;Lmao, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Bob's eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Yep, they beautiful XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. How short Frankie is?&lt;br /&gt;He's the same size as me xD but yeah I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. The fro?&lt;br /&gt;I love the fro, I admire it everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Mikey with or without Glasses?&lt;br /&gt;Both, moving towards the glasses though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Gerard's long or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;How it is now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Gerard's black or blond hair?&lt;br /&gt;Black, but I love the blonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Mikey's brown hair or black hair?&lt;br /&gt;Black :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Mikey wearing eye-liner?&lt;br /&gt;GUY-LINER! &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever:&lt;br /&gt;51. Been to a show?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 17th Nov. 2007, best day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Tagged all over your desk with the words "I'm Not Okay! - MCR"&lt;br /&gt;Tagged my ceiling xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Made best friends over Gerard Way?&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Made enemies over Gerard Way?&lt;br /&gt;Lmao, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Cried over any member?&lt;br /&gt;No, they make me very happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. If so, who and why?&lt;br /&gt;Look above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. wanted to let Frank ride on your back?&lt;br /&gt;Lmao, yeah, Carina might get angry with me though xD sexually frustrated Frank Iero stalker that she is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. wanted to sit on Bob's lap?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but Melissa might kill me XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. wanted to let your hands disappear in the fro?&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. to sing on stage with Gerard?&lt;br /&gt;I can't sing, but if I could, I'd do it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your favorite:&lt;br /&gt;61. song off Bullets?&lt;br /&gt;Drowning Lessons &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. song off Revenge?&lt;br /&gt;Helena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. song off Parade?&lt;br /&gt;Mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. song of all time?&lt;br /&gt;Drowning Lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. CD?&lt;br /&gt;Revenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. member?&lt;br /&gt;Gerard &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. quote? Frank: "Has goldfinger ever had a flock of mooses advancing on him? It's a terrifying sight."&lt;br /&gt;Mikey: "That's not the plural of moose, it's moosi."&lt;br /&gt;Gerard: "Fuck off, it's meese!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD Gotta love Gerard &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. time in MCR's career?&lt;br /&gt;When Gerard got sober?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. band? My Chemical Romance, duh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just felt like posting that really. I've recently become obsessed with Mindless Self Indulgence. Probably because they supported MCR when I went to see them. Little Jimmy Urine is a complete and utter legend. He's amazing. And strangely attractive. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been practising drawing lately, I don't think I'm very good though, my mum thinks I am though. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the new CSI game today XD. I'm up to a case where I'm working with Greg (&lt;3), and Grissom just goes, "Greg will be shadowing you on this case. Maybe he can learn something from you." And automatically, wrong thoughts came into my head. There's something wrong with me. I also found it wrong when Greg went, "Let's go to the crime scene." Which just happens to be a bedroom. &gt;.&gt; So many wrong thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to learn the words to a few MSI songs. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John was talking to Michael on MSN, and said "brb" to him, then when he came back, he went, "Sorry about that, had to feed the mutts.", and Michael just goes, "Can't Vicki get her own dinner?". I mean seriously, what was the need? Then they went on to insult me for about another 20 minutes. No need at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 25 to 2, I should be asleep. Ah well. I'll carry on rambling here for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hate everything about you, why do I love you?" - I love that lyric, song's called I Hate Everything About You, it's by Three Days Grace. I love them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when I think about MCR, I feel extremely happy? I wish I could meet them, just to thank them. They have done so much for me ^_^. As cheesy as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All These Things I Hate (Revolve Around Me) has gotta be the angstiest (is that even a word?) song I've ever heard. 'Tis by Bullet For My Valentine, I love it so much, kinda old though. 'Bout 2, 3 years old? Can't remember. "Torn apart at the seams of my dreams, turned to tears, I'm not feeling this situation, run away try to find that safe place you can hide, it's the best place to be when you're feeling like, me (me), yeah (yeah), all these things I hate revolve around me (me), yeah (yeah), just back off before I snap." ^_^ Amazing lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else to ramble about. Not at the minute anyway. 'Tis 2:01am, I bid you farewell my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471899609216460553-1055867803423633378?l=kyloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/feeds/1055867803423633378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471899609216460553&amp;postID=1055867803423633378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/1055867803423633378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/1055867803423633378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/2007/11/mcrness-3.html' title='MCRness &lt;3 and other things...........'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568428579783936809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j5qkxUNFpac/SAo_ThEpedI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PDH1wTSiJ8/S220/Annabelle+(Rhythm+Guitarist).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471899609216460553.post-3938149341678352543</id><published>2007-10-29T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T09:52:45.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never Told You What I Do For A Living</title><content type='html'>The title is the song I'm listening to at the minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to make a new blog, because the other one died on me. Well, my email address did anyway. I just wanted to post something really. I'm extremely tired, I have maths tomorrow, and My Chemical Romance rock. That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471899609216460553-3938149341678352543?l=kyloi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/feeds/3938149341678352543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471899609216460553&amp;postID=3938149341678352543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/3938149341678352543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471899609216460553/posts/default/3938149341678352543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyloi.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-never-told-you-what-i-do-for-living.html' title='I Never Told You What I Do For A Living'/><author><name>Vicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568428579783936809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j5qkxUNFpac/SAo_ThEpedI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3PDH1wTSiJ8/S220/Annabelle+(Rhythm+Guitarist).bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
