<?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-2820160210550514040</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:01:04.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T          T          S</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pencils-alike.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820160210550514040/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pencils-alike.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dylan Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441055365652204739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img361.imageshack.us/img361/6027/dylanavatarjq3.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820160210550514040.post-7979459336462973806</id><published>2007-07-12T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:16:04.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger is my Medicine</title><content type='html'>My dad came across my Olympic t-shirt, and on mine, you can see "STELLA + SUNG = &lt;3". My parents already got angry at Stella for that being there. Like, it was so long ago, and he already saw, and so did my mom, and like, now just cause he saw it again, he wants to call her.. and like, tell her mom. What is wrong with him? I told him he already saw it and he was like "No I didn't" I don't know how I came from that. I hope I don't end up like him when I'm older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, other than my dad being a turd, I went to summer school today, and we learned the difference between animal cells and plant cells.. sorta.. it was the homework from yesterday. I asked the teacher what one thing was called and she was like "I.. don't.. know... ughh i's gonna bug me all day" I ask a lot of questions, it's like I'm the only who wants to learn there. I think the reason I failed was because I broke my leg sometime in the year. AND I switched science classes, my first one did UNIT 2 then UNIT 1, and my new one did UNIT 1 then UNIT 2, so that means I did UNIT 2, twice. So I know next to nothing about UNIT 1. And I was really sick during one part of UNIT 2 in my first science class, and in the middle of UNIT 2 again in my new science class, I broke my leg. So it's like I have never seen any of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have a new favorite singer, she's really cool. Her name is Simon Wilcox, and yes, it IS a girl. I saw her in her music video yesterday morning, and had to download her music. I hate it when I download from my favorite artists. It makes me feel like I'm stealing from them.. which I pretty much am. I will buy her CD though... if my mom can remember her name, because she only buys CDs when she's in Alberta, which is pretty much every week cause she works on a train. And it goes to Alberta. I've only been on once, it's fun. Well.. I want one of her CDs, also, since I'm moving, I have to go and help my family look for a place to live, so I need to stop typing now. I'll write in here later, sorry it's not everyday anymore.. to whomever reads this, but thank you. BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820160210550514040-7979459336462973806?l=pencils-alike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pencils-alike.blogspot.com/feeds/7979459336462973806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2820160210550514040&amp;postID=7979459336462973806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820160210550514040/posts/default/7979459336462973806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820160210550514040/posts/default/7979459336462973806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pencils-alike.blogspot.com/2007/07/anger-is-my-medicine.html' title='Anger is my Medicine'/><author><name>Dylan Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441055365652204739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img361.imageshack.us/img361/6027/dylanavatarjq3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820160210550514040.post-3360146907135908175</id><published>2007-07-09T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T06:23:45.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish Upon You</title><content type='html'>Hi, sorry I haven't written in here in so long. I didn't find time. I started summer school, it's not as bad as I thought it was. It's somewhat fun.. but there's so few people in my class that like... it's impossible to make friends. There's so much silence, I just wish I could open myself up more. Theres this one girl who I want to be friends with, she speaks French. And theres this other guy.. I think his name is Danny, he's short, but seems cool. It's a class full of fun people, but like, we should have played a get to know each other game or something. I think everybody would be friends, and the class would be more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I kind of started playing maple story, it's fun, but like, I don't have much time to play it. But at least I get money easily. All you need to do is sell your fame. Like, everyday you can level up or down someone's fame. If you sell yours, then you get lots of money, my friend gave me 40,000 mesos (mesos is the currency) for one fame. It's somewhat hard to get that much. And, she invited me to her guild, it's called "Panda" and the little icon is so cute. It costs 5 million mesos though, so I know she's rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, right now it's about 6:19. I have to go to summer school soon, or get dressed. Get everything ready. I bought a new pencil case for it though. It's really cute, and it says "Keep love in your heart" and I got pens, a ruler, and this little book thing that says "Friends Forever" or something, with like, 50 pages of the same thing asking for your name, address, phone number, and other things. It's really weird, but it's cool. And last but not least, I bought this thing.. it's hard to explain, you know those things you see in your kindergarten class that hold cards or something? Well, it's one of those that hold three, except theres a picture of a panda on it, it's so cute. Anyway, I think I should go now. I'll talk to you later, bye-bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820160210550514040-3360146907135908175?l=pencils-alike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pencils-alike.blogspot.com/feeds/3360146907135908175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2820160210550514040&amp;postID=3360146907135908175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820160210550514040/posts/default/3360146907135908175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820160210550514040/posts/default/3360146907135908175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pencils-alike.blogspot.com/2007/07/wish-upon-you.html' title='Wish Upon You'/><author><name>Dylan Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441055365652204739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img361.imageshack.us/img361/6027/dylanavatarjq3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820160210550514040.post-6854558748193620736</id><published>2007-07-01T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T19:13:13.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't</title><content type='html'>Today I went the the pool with my sister, it was so fun. I pissed her off a lot. I did three laps in the pool, just like Bou said. I'm loosing weight, so far today, I've had 713 calories, that's great, and like, all I have left is dinner, so it should be under 1000. That's way better than yesterday. It was like, 1300 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a lot better with more energy, now I finally believe those people in the infomercials. It's fun :) When I get back to school next year, I'll be a lot skinnier, cause I loose weight much in the summer. And I've given up pop, instead, I'll just drink some water. It has no fat, no calories, like, it's the perfect drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I downloaded maplestory. It always makes me eat less. I'm going to take advantage over this, by playing it when I'm hungry and want food. It will work, then, when my friends (aka my dietitians) want me to work out, they can just call me. This will be a good summer, apart from the the summer school. I don't know if I'll enjoy that too much. But I'm sure I can live with it. Anyway, thanks for reading, keep reading this, and read again.. and stuff like that :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820160210550514040-6854558748193620736?l=pencils-alike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pencils-alike.blogspot.com/feeds/6854558748193620736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2820160210550514040&amp;postID=6854558748193620736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820160210550514040/posts/default/6854558748193620736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820160210550514040/posts/default/6854558748193620736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pencils-alike.blogspot.com/2007/07/dont.html' title='Don&apos;t'/><author><name>Dylan Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441055365652204739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img361.imageshack.us/img361/6027/dylanavatarjq3.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820160210550514040.post-9048653785274804469</id><published>2007-06-30T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T09:23:07.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clap Clap</title><content type='html'>Sorry for now writing in here yesterday, a lot happend. Okay, so I went to go get one of my summer school courses free at school, then went to go buy Koral a birthday present, for the birthday I was going to yesterday. It was a sleepover, but I wasn't allowed at the sleepover part. Bou, and Alyssa were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made my hair a total disaster, washed it, and it hurt like fuck. I don't know what's wrong with them, I'm not used to hair pain, I'm a guy. It's kind of on the least of my worries. Anyway, we had a cake, then I had to go home, I got up, and koral fell down and said I pushed her, I didn't though. Why would I? It's the birthday girl. Anyway, I went home, and on msn. On there, I talked to them, and they told me that I broke her slipper. SORRY T_T I didn't mean to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for her present, Bou and I told her that she was gonna get hot wheels, and she beleived it. It was really funny. She opened it, to find the real present, a wind chime. It's bamboo (cooool) I hope you like it Koral!! Also a chocolate bar, and a coffee mug. OHH and one of those things where you hold them, they slip out of your hand. She really liked them, cept the last one. Bou tried to see how far I could put it in my mouth, but like, I'm scared it'll just slip down and choke me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out I have to take summer school starting July 4th, so there might be a lot less blogs then. Also, sicne I just woke up today, nothing much happend, I downloaded windows live messenger for Shannon, that's about it. Well, keep reading for more updates, I'll talk to you later, or.. you'll read this later. Either way, BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820160210550514040-9048653785274804469?l=pencils-alike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pencils-alike.blogspot.com/feeds/9048653785274804469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2820160210550514040&amp;postID=9048653785274804469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820160210550514040/posts/default/9048653785274804469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820160210550514040/posts/default/9048653785274804469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pencils-alike.blogspot.com/2007/06/clap-clap.html' title='Clap Clap'/><author><name>Dylan Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441055365652204739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img361.imageshack.us/img361/6027/dylanavatarjq3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820160210550514040.post-8599378862495381278</id><published>2007-06-28T13:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:11:52.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toi</title><content type='html'>J'ai allé a l'école aujourd'hui. Sur mon rapporter la carte, je ne passe pas mes matimatique et le science. Mais, j'ai as un 50 pourcent sur l'anglais. Stella est fâché avec moi encore parce que je dis que je va petètre achat le cadeau pour koral dans walmart. Elle n'aime pas walmart je pense. Koral aide moi dis que je suis désolé. Je ne achat pas do chose la dans cinq anné!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koral ne peux pas lire çeci, mais je la dirai qu'il dit. Mon hâle est un petit mieux. Je suis très ennuyé maintenant. Alors, ceci est mon blog. Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820160210550514040-8599378862495381278?l=pencils-alike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pencils-alike.blogspot.com/feeds/8599378862495381278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2820160210550514040&amp;postID=8599378862495381278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820160210550514040/posts/default/8599378862495381278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820160210550514040/posts/default/8599378862495381278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pencils-alike.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='Toi'/><author><name>Dylan Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441055365652204739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img361.imageshack.us/img361/6027/dylanavatarjq3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820160210550514040.post-2442128712654631485</id><published>2007-06-27T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T19:58:52.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish Sticks make of Clay~</title><content type='html'>My day began early today, when I woke up at 6:30 AM to help store snacks and stuff for the kids at my sister's feild trip. I carried everything down to the car, and had starbucks for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was hectic. When we got to the park at 7:30 (so we could find a good spot) we snagged the best tables there, under these two huge trees, making shade all day under the tables. My mom, being the parent that HAS to being EVERYTHING brought table clothes, plastic cutlery, and tons of food and candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first got there, we set everything up. Shannon was there too, and missing a little bit of school. Sicne it was morning, of course, there were dogs. Shannon is terrified of dogs, just cause they run around her a bit. When the owners come over to see why she's crying, my mom always tells them that she got attacked twice by dogs, and like, all they REALLY did was chase her. Which is how dogs say "hi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent hours running away from dogs with her, cause she wasn't alowed to run away from them by herself. My parents are insane when it comes to her safety, nobody is going to want to kidnap THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when hastings kids got there, I ran into a friend of mine, Ryan. He's a year younder than me, but he's really cool. I plan to go to his house this summer in Nanaimo. Well, I talked to him, he asked if I was swimming. I said no cause I was going to leave soon, cause shannon's class didn't come yet, so then, he tells me he has an extra baithing suit. I told my mom, and I went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on lots of sunblock (even though I got a sunburn, ouch), and got into the pool. I was cold at first as always, but really fun after. It's weird, when you first get in, you don't want to go further, yet when you have to leave, it's the last thing you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swam around for hours until I got wrinkly like my grandma's cat Pinky. After I got out, I didn't have a towel, so I asked a friend of mine in my sister's class, who was swimming too if I could use her towel. She said I could use it if I bought her a corn dog, I agreed and quickly got changed. I gave her back the towel, and then went to the little store thing and got her a corn dog. She rarely eats them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went back to the tables. All the food was gone, and the food that was still there, was warm from the sun. So, my mom gave me $10 to get lunch, normally I would go to subway if she gave me that, but there was none around, so I went to the store thing I got a muffin and a pretzel I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home, I got my mom's dry cleaning, and now I'm here writing in my blog at 8:00 in the evening. So, that brings me to the end of today's entry. Thanks for reading. Keep checking back for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820160210550514040-2442128712654631485?l=pencils-alike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pencils-alike.blogspot.com/feeds/2442128712654631485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2820160210550514040&amp;postID=2442128712654631485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820160210550514040/posts/default/2442128712654631485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820160210550514040/posts/default/2442128712654631485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pencils-alike.blogspot.com/2007/06/fish-sticks-make-of-clay.html' title='Fish Sticks make of Clay~'/><author><name>Dylan Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441055365652204739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img361.imageshack.us/img361/6027/dylanavatarjq3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820160210550514040.post-5644023105514698991</id><published>2007-06-25T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T14:29:58.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A spoon full of sugar helps the medicine do down</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's Jibral here. I'm writing in blog again. And now, we have a guest, Jessica :). Cause I'm on the phone with her. Jessica says "Hi." to everyone who is reading this. Today, Bou suggested that I should become a prostitute because 1, I get money, and 2, I get.. laid. So she made me make an advertistment for it. I made it look really proffesional. Click &lt;a href="http://img260.imageshack.us/img260/9331/sexxaddcd1.gif"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see. I've been experimenting with different styles on photoshop, which Jessica wants. "I don't really want it that much, I'm not going crazy over it, cause I already have programs for my art." Well then.. You'll love it anyway, cause I made a GREAT brush. You know those like patterns on finished photos? Well, I don't know how people make them, but I know how myself and you if you download it will. Click &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/58365254"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to download the brush on DeviantART. I made it, and I worked really hard, but you don't need to credit me if you use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't think today will be very exiting, I might only write in here once today, which is this entry. I'll talk to you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820160210550514040-5644023105514698991?l=pencils-alike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pencils-alike.blogspot.com/feeds/5644023105514698991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2820160210550514040&amp;postID=5644023105514698991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820160210550514040/posts/default/5644023105514698991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820160210550514040/posts/default/5644023105514698991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pencils-alike.blogspot.com/2007/06/spoon-full-of-sugar-helps-medicine-do.html' title='A spoon full of sugar helps the medicine do down'/><author><name>Dylan Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441055365652204739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img361.imageshack.us/img361/6027/dylanavatarjq3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820160210550514040.post-4139923610535019793</id><published>2007-06-24T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T18:08:06.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese sauce? I'll pass</title><content type='html'>Hi, Jibral here. I just got back from seeing the house. It was really nice, but kind of small for $1500, my room is about the same size, I'm sure a little bigger though. It's so nice and there were so many people there, and I'm sure they have better credit than us. It's really far from Templeton Secondary, the school I go to for the people who don't know who I am. Well, I don't know if I liked it, the cuppords were cool though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to move, so we're hoping to get this. Shannon, my sister, gets the smallest room, cause she's the youngest, and for some reason, she fins it unfair 0_o? Shes so stupid. Well, she likes the house, and she thinks it's huge. PROBABLY CAUSE IT DOESN'T HAVE ANY FURNITURE, retard. It's a new house, so there's never been furnature in it, and if we move into it, people will think thay we're rich. Cause like, it's that cool, and it looks like one of those really nice houses, you know the ones I'm talking about, but a little better. Isn't that great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres so much to look forward to this summer, including summer school which I have to take for enlgish and science. My dad said that he would drive me there, and that I can take the bus back. I have to take the bus back from Templeton too if I move to that house. Also, I might visit my friend in Nanaimo, his name is Ryan. He's really cool, but he's only in Vancouver when there's school. It's like he has two homes O3O that's really cool. Since summer school is in July, I'm going in August, just like the movie, "The Whales of August" which is a cinimatic masterpeice :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havn't had dinner yet, so my dad only had $10 so he was like "all the money in here" which pretty much means, the more money here, the better the dinner. So I gave all my money, and so did Shannon, so now there's $17, which is my favorite number &lt;3. He did this cause my mom, who works on the train days and nights, is coming home tomorrow after a lay away which is a fancy name for she has to stay an extra day. She always gets me something, I've been asking her for a CD, I hope she got it this time, that would be cool. I never get any CDs. So, I think I had a good day today. Keep checking back for more posts. FIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820160210550514040-4139923610535019793?l=pencils-alike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pencils-alike.blogspot.com/feeds/4139923610535019793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2820160210550514040&amp;postID=4139923610535019793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820160210550514040/posts/default/4139923610535019793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820160210550514040/posts/default/4139923610535019793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pencils-alike.blogspot.com/2007/06/cheese-sauce-ill-pass.html' title='Cheese sauce? I&apos;ll pass'/><author><name>Dylan Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441055365652204739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img361.imageshack.us/img361/6027/dylanavatarjq3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820160210550514040.post-4725526579521047120</id><published>2007-06-24T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T12:16:46.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's so good about Octogons?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiwfSrrExqI/Rn7AelUI-5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XYDQSltwSEA/s1600-h/Our+New+House.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079709061365693330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="239" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiwfSrrExqI/Rn7AelUI-5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XYDQSltwSEA/s320/Our+New+House.PNG" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey, its me Jibral. I just felt like writing, also, I didn't write anything in here today. Today, me and my family went to go see a house, cause we have to move out by september 1st. The house is huge. It costs more than the house I'm living in right now, but I don't think we'll find anything better. Plus, I do think that it's worth every cent. The room I have right now is very small, but I'm sure in the new house, I'll get a bigger one, look at it, I'm sure the rooms are bigger. I can't wait to look at it tonight. I'm not for sure moving in, but there is a large chance that I am. If my parents can afford $1500 a month. Image the parties I could have there. That would be awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have to go swimming today with my sister. I'm going on the slide. I'll probably run into a friend there, I always do. Like, I have never once gone to the pool and not see anyone I know. It's pretty cool isn't it? My sister's making me lunch right now, tomato soup. I know she works hard making it for me, but I really don't like it most of the time. It's out of a can, so I'm sure it won't taste that bad. She's done, I'm gonna try some. AWW she put it in a japanese bowl XD. It's okay.. I think she forgot an ingrediant though. hehe~ I'm so mean to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have to be ready to go see the house at 5:00, plus swimming, busy day today. I'll write in here later on today. FIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820160210550514040-4725526579521047120?l=pencils-alike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pencils-alike.blogspot.com/feeds/4725526579521047120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2820160210550514040&amp;postID=4725526579521047120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820160210550514040/posts/default/4725526579521047120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820160210550514040/posts/default/4725526579521047120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pencils-alike.blogspot.com/2007/06/whats-so-good-about-octogons.html' title='What&apos;s so good about Octogons?'/><author><name>Dylan Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441055365652204739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img361.imageshack.us/img361/6027/dylanavatarjq3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CiwfSrrExqI/Rn7AelUI-5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XYDQSltwSEA/s72-c/Our+New+House.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820160210550514040.post-2265223056928394110</id><published>2007-06-23T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T12:52:01.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to feel the light shatter me</title><content type='html'>Mes amis n'aime pas moi, and je n'aime pas mes amis aussi. Koral dis que tout les personnes est fâché avec moi, ughh. Arrêt silvouplais!! Je n'aitre pas gentille aujourd'hui. Parceque mes amis n'ent pas plus. Ce matin est terrible, maintnent est très mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my friends hate me, and you know what? I'm not so happy with you either, and I've decided, hah, screw french, this is my last part french part english journal, all in either english or french. Also, I don't call me, cause I won't answer, I don't care anymore, and you know what? I'm looking forward to taking summe school rather than seeing any of you. I'm just mad at everyone right now, and btw, I'm on msn, and no, I didn't block you. If you're reading this, you care enough to know how I feel. FUCK I'm just so angry with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGHH J'écrit en français parceque je veux fair ça, mais mes amis ne peux pas lire ça. Stella petetre, mais pas Koral. I don't care. Je va écrit français içi ci je veux. Je suis très fâché strawberry maintenent. Je dire ca parceque je veux les persones pense que j'écrit de "strawberry" hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know what time it is? Or do you just NOT CARE. You know what? Just find youself another friend, cause I'm so mad at all of you. Everyone is pissing me off. And everyone has to critique every little thing I do wrong. You know what? Just keep it to yourself. Cause I know what I'm doing, and like, just cause you don't like the music I listen to, doesn't mean that will make any difference to me at all. I'm just so mad that everybody has to be so horrible and mean about every little thing I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ET POURQUI ÉCRIT ICI? PAS DE PERSONNES VONT LIRE CA!!! Ughgh, Baise le monde. Baise mes amis. Baise mon vie. Et Baise toi. Vous ne soignez pas! Pourqui lire ça? FIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820160210550514040-2265223056928394110?l=pencils-alike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pencils-alike.blogspot.com/feeds/2265223056928394110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2820160210550514040&amp;postID=2265223056928394110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820160210550514040/posts/default/2265223056928394110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820160210550514040/posts/default/2265223056928394110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pencils-alike.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-want-to-feel-light-shatter-me.html' title='I want to feel the light shatter me'/><author><name>Dylan Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441055365652204739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img361.imageshack.us/img361/6027/dylanavatarjq3.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820160210550514040.post-672674069466118942</id><published>2007-06-23T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T10:19:11.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numéro Un/Number One</title><content type='html'>Bonjour. Je suis Jibral, and cette Blog va ètre an français et anglais. Alors, becoup de mes amis sont très faché avec moi. Je ne c'est pas pourqui. Je spair que c'ese parceque je dis que j'ai fâché avec elles. Mais, je ne suis pas, ce n'est pas juste. Je suis triste maintnent, parceque ca, and j'écoute L'Avril Lavigne. Les chonsons son bien. Mon seour vont allé on maison de un amis. Alors je va as toute le maison à moi. Mes amis veux moi allèz sur içi MAIS je va écrit ca en francais, toute les bonne choses XD. Je suis neuvoux dans blogger.com mais je spair que je va etre content. Mon français n'est pas très bien, mais je pus écrit dans ca. Alors, ça c'est mon blog numéro un. Au Revoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I'm Jibral, and this blog is in French and English. Okay, lots of my friends are very angry with me. I don't know why. I think it's cause I said I was angry at them. But I'm not, it's not fair. I'm sad right now, because of this, and I'm listening to Avril Lavigne. Her songs are good. My sister is going to her friend's house. So, I'll have the house to myself. My friends wanted me to go here, but I'm gonna write all the good things in french XD. I am new to blogger.com but I think I'll be happy on here. Well, that's my first blog, Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820160210550514040-672674069466118942?l=pencils-alike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pencils-alike.blogspot.com/feeds/672674069466118942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2820160210550514040&amp;postID=672674069466118942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820160210550514040/posts/default/672674069466118942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820160210550514040/posts/default/672674069466118942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pencils-alike.blogspot.com/2007/06/numro-unnumber-one.html' title='Numéro Un/Number One'/><author><name>Dylan Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441055365652204739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img361.imageshack.us/img361/6027/dylanavatarjq3.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
