<?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-4942112869239315529</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:40:25.253-08:00</updated><category term='100 themes'/><category term='ninjies'/><category term='frisky'/><category term='kyle'/><category term='ski trip week'/><category term='ski trip packing'/><category term='el diablo'/><category term='goomba'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='scholarship'/><category term='art'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='dedication'/><category term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category term='hamster'/><category term='secret santa'/><category term='boy'/><category term='sex'/><category term='friend&apos;s christmas'/><category term='last weeks of MSU'/><category term='the beginning'/><category term='coffee prince'/><category term='classes'/><category term='presents'/><category term='new years'/><category term='finals'/><category term='snow'/><category term='colin'/><category term='mute'/><category term='the galaxy song'/><category term='rant'/><category term='19 crazies and me'/><title type='text'>Scribblies</title><subtitle type='html'>About Everything, Nothing, and That Which Lies Between Them.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-1054467593163210682</id><published>2008-06-02T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:21:20.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy'/><title type='text'>wtfn</title><content type='html'>why the fuck not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;hey there &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;*big hug into a cuddle* lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;*huggles*&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;how was your day?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;it was alright&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I opened at work and then went to my dad's party&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;hows about yours?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;cool&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;went to the cards game, and then got an appointment for tomorrow after my PC with my manager, and i made a phone sale&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;awesome &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yup &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;you should have hung out with me, maybe my awesome day-ness would have rubbed off on you&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha sorry&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;so when do we get to chill again?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I dunno&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe sometime next week?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;as in like 8 days from now or do you mean this week? lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;just clearifying&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha right&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;well, I'm off thursday, but that's it for this week&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;well im up for chillin if you can stand hanging out with me that often, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I would love to hang out with you&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;thursday?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;you'd love to?  i feel special, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;you should&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;my ear hurts&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;aww why it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I got water in it&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;awww poor dear&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;uh huh T_T&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I can't get it out&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;Q-tip?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I tried&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;then you just gotta wait it out babe&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;*sniff sniff*&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;you should kiss it and make it all better&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;*kisses ear gently*&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i thought i wasnt allowed to kiss you? lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;*sniff sniff*&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I HURT!&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;haha, so i can kiss whatever hurts you and thats it?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt; . . . I dunno!&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll just kiss whatever you say hurts from now on&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;so be careful about what you say hurts, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;b/c you have a great body, so i'd have no problem kissing whatever, so its up to you to know what you want kissed, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I do not have a great body.  Far from it actually.  I just work hard on hiding it&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;well i really like it, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;uh huh&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to be careful if I ever get hit in the chest or something around you &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;or the butt&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;like hell&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely despise my butt&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;out of all the places on my body, if I could change one thing, that'd probably the one place that I'd change&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;thats one of my favorite parts of you, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;that's awkward&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;you know im an ass man, i told you this&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand it&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;some of them are flabby&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;and some are pimply&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;and who knows what else they have&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;butts are ugly&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol, its the good ones that i like&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;so flabby pimply butts don't turn you on?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;discribe flabby, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt; . . . um&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, fatty rolly butts?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;well butts dont have fat rolls on them&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;like usually i like the bigger ones, lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;round is very good&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;alright.  so you like pimply butts?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;like zits or what you mean? lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;uh huh&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;no, not really&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;but zits go away, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;sometimes they leave scars you know&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;what does your butt have zits on it?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;is that a yes or a no? lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;hello?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I vanished&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;well do you have zits on your butt?  if you dont give me an answer i'll have to assume you do&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;._&lt;&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;why would you assume that T_T&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;b/c if you didnt you wouldnt be so defensive about it&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;or i could just not like talking about my but&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;or i could be right, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;you could be right?  meaning you think something?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;there must be some reason you dont like your butt, and its like perfect size and shape, so what else could it be&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;*glare*&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;it's far from the perfect size and perfect shape btw&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;not for me &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha fine&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;want me to give it a kiss so you feel better about it? lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;you need to stay away from it&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;but its so inticing, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;its a very nice butt, it calls to me, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;so do you have zits on your butt?  dont try to make me forget&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i never forget booty, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;what if I said no?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;then i'd kinda believe you, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;kinda?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;well you've put it off so much that i feel you're hiding something&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe I have a huge chunk of my butt taken out by a razorblade from a fight I was in when i was little&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;do you?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;but it's a possibility&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;so, out of morbid curiousity, what if I said yes?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, i dont get to play with your butt so it doesnt bother me&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;and like i said, they go away&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;acne scars! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;you do have acne scars on your butt dont you&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;what if your girlfriend had a pimply ass?  O_O  what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;and this is an innocent talk about butts which does not imply anything about my own, btw  I just don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;you just dont understand what?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;the butt thing&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;neither do i, it just happens, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;noy a concious decision i made&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;*not&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;uh huh suure&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;so you didn't answer my question&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;what one?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm curious now&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;what would you do if your girlfriend had a pimply ass?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;... about?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;screw her like normal, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;still my hot gf&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;you assume your girlfriend is going to be hot?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, b/c i would have to think a girl's hot to date her, lol'&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;that's kinda shallow&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;you mean you'll date a guy that you have no physical attraction to?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;i kinda did&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;two or three times XD&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;oh my, lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;well most people have to be attracted to the person they date&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;not just me&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm okay&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you that&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not hot though&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;cute at best&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;so it works&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;that I've had boyfriends that I don't think are hot&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i think you're both&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;pfft&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;hey, dont tell me who i think is hot, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha alrigh&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;alright*&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can do that&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;and i LOVE cute, just as good as hot to me&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha really?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;that's new&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;ok, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;so you wouldn't care if your girlfriend had a pimply ass?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;oh sorry, watchin shrek&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  To record a Voice Clip, hold down the button or press F2 while speaking. Release the button to send your message.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;no not really&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;really?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;honestly?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I always thought it was a huge turn-off&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;if it's like covered completely in huge zits then yeah, but some small ones, aren't too bad&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;scars too?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, scars aren't bad&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;weird&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;better than zits, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha alright&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i'd prefer a non-zit ass, but if the girl's really cool and hot, it probably wouldn't be enough to turn me off&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm ok&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;so truth time, you got/had zits on your butt?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;that's a yes&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;ug&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;urg*&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;fine, I don't really have zits&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;but I used to when I was younger and I didn't take care of them, so I have scars&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;that's not too bad&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;alright?  I've never told anyone but colin&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;so if you tell anyone I'll kill you *glare*&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, i wont, dont worry&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;and i knew you did since you brought it up by the way &lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I figured you woulda caught on&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;haha, i'm pretty quick at stuff like that&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;curiosity got the better of me . . .I normally never bring it up&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;as soon as you brought up scarring i knew&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;i figured . . . it's not a normal response to that&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;*huggles* dont worry about it&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;and scars go away eventually just so you know &lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;when I'm fifty&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol, no, since yours were so early, they'll be gone  in a few years probably&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;and there are scar reducing creams&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;if it bugs you that much&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;they don't work very well&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;sometimes they do&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I just hide my butt at all costs&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I'll live&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;well i like your booty&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;still very shapely and nice &lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;well thank you&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I still hate it&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;a lot&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;well you have your opinion and i have mine&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;true&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;if it REALLY bugs you that much, you can have lazer treatment on it and it'll really reduce them&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I've actually thought about that&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;but it's expensive and I could never tell my parents, so its out haha&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;but in all honesty, they aren't THAT bad, or so I've been told . . .&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;but you know you're almost 20, you're kinda a grown up, so you can get it and they'll not know, lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure they're not&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I would have to pay for it&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;that would suck&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting lazer hair removal on my back and shoulders, i'll have to take care of that&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;really?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;you could just wax it haha&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;b/c i'm a hairy beast, and waxing/shaving it for the rest of my life would suck, lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;and would end up being too expensive&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;that harry?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting more tattoos on my back, that's why&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;hairy*&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;not THAT hairy, but hairy&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;oh, okay&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;all guys are hairy unfortunatly&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;there's a fuz, lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;not all of us actually&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;all right, but a lot of you&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont know that many other really hairdy dudes&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;and none of you shave your legs&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;or under your arms&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;*hairy&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;or your chests&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i trim under my arms every once in a while, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;nasty&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;well it does get really long if you dont&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;If I have to shave them, I think you should have to, too&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;haha, nah&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I also have to shave my leg&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;it's ok for dudes to me moderately hairy&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;pfft&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i have to shave my face.... but i dont usually, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a big hair fan&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;hairy=manly, so it's ok for us&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I disagree&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah most girls (especially our age) aren't&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;more mature women dont seem to mind too much though&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;my mom still shaves her legs&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;NO, i mean about US being hairy&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;not you girls&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;it seems the more mature a woman is, the less they care about hair&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;to a certain point, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I dunno&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm personaly not a fan&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm all for men shaving&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;well fine then &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;welcome &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;you like the womanesque skinny male models huh?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I like there to be something to hug generally&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;so like me but hairless?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;uh huh&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I like to be smaller than the guy&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;good, that's not too common these days, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;what do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;as far as I have heard, most girls like to be smaller than the guy&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;all the girls i like are into skinny ass, no muscle, hairless guys that weigh near the same as them&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;no . . .&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;most of us are in love with six packs&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;trust me on tat one&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;that*&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;not from what i've seen you all date&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;there aren't as many guys with six packs as opposed to skinny guys&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;so go for the guys with 6-packs under SOME chub, like me&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i still have a 6 pack, just not as visible&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha everyone has a six pack&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;http://content2.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz21/102922/102922_res1.jpg  see, there are just not as many guys built like this as opposed to skinny guys&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;no it has to be devolped, it doesn't start to bulge out independantly until it's at a higher level&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;uh huh&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;it's sad&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I wish that muscle like that came easily&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;then I'd be muscular too!&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm planning on being close to that by the end of hte summer&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;since my metabolism is so fast, all i have to do is eat a little less, and eat better foods, and then just do SOME physical activity, and i'll slim down pretty quick&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;just gotta find that willpower, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm so jealous&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol, i get that a lot&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;uh huh&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA i just heard one of the funniest sayings, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;"garcia couldn't train a monkey, to shit... monkey shit.... if he had 2 years..... and a truck load of ex-lax, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;nice&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;hey, I'm going to take a shower&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;brb&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;ooo naked&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;ok &lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;back&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt; . . . but you is gone&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry, screen saver came on, lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;so how was your naked wet time? haha&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;it was amazing&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;.... good answer, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I try&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;naughty&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;who me?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;never&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;so are you going to ask your mom if she wants to help me out by making an appointment with me? &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;your dad can be there too, moms just tend to want to help more, so ask her, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I will tomarrow&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;okay?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;mm hmm &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;np&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i need appointments bad, lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty much starting over on clients&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;aw, I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;b/c i used all my referances from my last summers clients, and didn't ask for referances on the last couple b/c i'd be gone&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;so now i dont even h ave friends and family to start off with like i did last year&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;aw I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I'll talk to the rents&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt; . . . and I think I'll get dressed now&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;you're still naked? &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;that's both crazy hot and awesome, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I was in a tow&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;towel*&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;how so?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;same response&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;b/c you're pretty much naked, you naked is good, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;it's not like I was in front of you&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;true, that would be insanely cool/hot, but you were still naked, and i knew it, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;uh huh&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;you worry me at times&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;but okay&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;haha, i get that a lot&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you do &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i cant help it, i'm a guy, horny kinda comes with taht&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;do you talk to anna like you talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;;P&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;not soo much, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i try to not be as openly pig headed with her yet, lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;when i talk to her though i dont really think about sex though... so i dunno&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i think more about cuddling &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;hey brb&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;back&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;wow that mouthwash is strong, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;so lemme get this straight&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;when you talk to anna you think about cuddling, but when you talk to me you think about sex (I'm assuming from our conversations).&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;sex and cuddling, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;you're weird&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;uhhh, YEAH&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;uh huh&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;don't believe me?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;dont believe you about what?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm weird, lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;and Anna doesn't seem very sexually oriented, so i dont think she'd like to talk about it, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha okay&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;but I seem sexually oriented? XD&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;secretly yes, lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;and no, she probably wouldn't like to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;secretly?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;haha, yup&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;you act like you really dont like it, but you kinda do&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;mm hmm   lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;you just dont fully realize it yet&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;if you truly didn't like it, you wouldn't talk about it with me&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;haha, dont you ahte it when i'm right? &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;*hate&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;you've only had sex with one guy, so you haven't done too much, and dont have much experience with it, you know you kinda like it, and wonder what else you could do with it, lol.  so you let me talk about it &lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;and you're starting to like it, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt; . . . how do you know I've only had sex with one guy?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;and that I don't have a lot of experience?  who knows, maybe I've done it hundreds of times&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;.... have you?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I should tell you&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;you may have had it "a lot" with him, but since you probably took a while after dating him to actually get to that point, it's probably not too many times&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;and even then, 1 guy doesn't really count as much experience&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;and it doesn't sound like you've tried very much&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;ouch&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;none of that's bad&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;*pout*&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;uh huh suuure&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;*hug* much love dear&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;uh huh&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;*snuggle*&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;btw, I hadn't done it a lot with him&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i kn ow&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;just so I don't sound like a sex addict&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I hate you&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;no you dont, you love me &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i can't help it if i can read people well&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;pfft&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;well, how are you doing in the experience area there?  tried a lot of things?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna have to pleade the 5th on that one   hahaha&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;ooooh no you don't&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont think you're ready for that much sex talk&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;*glare*&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;haha, fine, as long as you dont tell Anna i'm a sex addict or anything&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;b/c i'm not&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;would I do that?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;.... it's a possibility, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;ouch&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;ye of little faith&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;proof that i do really l ike her is that i'd give up sex for her if she didn't want to have it... as long as i got SOME release, lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;alright... you can ask more specific questions, i guess i'll answer them&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;awww&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;cute &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I won't make you answer any questions&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;it's fine, i just didn't know if you wanted to hear all of it, lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;you make it sound so bad&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i just dont want you to freak and be like "oh he did what with who?" lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I doubt you'd freak me out&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I doubt you'd surprise me, either &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;shoot&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to ask . . .&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;wait, does that mean you think i'm a man whore? lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha no&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;it means I've heard a lot&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;oh ok&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;ok, think of a question then&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;  . . .&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I dunno&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;numbers?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;(tryin to help ya, lol)&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;numbers?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry, it's late and I'm slow&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;how many then?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;how many i've had sex with?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;uh huh&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;hold on lemme double check my count, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;10 i think, might be forgetting one&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;wow, okay.  How old were you your first time then?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;16&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;oooh&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;alright, i'm outta questions&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, wow you're not very creative when it comes to sex questions&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;what am I supposed to ask?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, the questions i would ask you i already know the answers too&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;or at least a range, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;well then, anything else you would like to know?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;you never really told me your favorite positions, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;well,that's a difficult question . . .&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;how so/&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;My favorite so far is probably from behind, but I hate my butt so much, it's hard for me to actually get there&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;sweet, that's my favorite, lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i didn't see that one coming&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;what did you expect me to say?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I know it's your favorite   you told me&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, just not doggy&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yes i did, haha&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;well, it's like one of my 3 favorites&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;three?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;... maybe 4&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;that many huh?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i guess, lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i know a lot of positions alright, dont judge me, lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i never hear any complaints from teh girls&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;alright&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;if you say so &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;so what ones have you tried?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;um, I'm not sure what they're all called&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;so I couldn't tell you&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;then jsut discribe&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;um, missionary, behind, one leg up, on top&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of the others . . .&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;those are some good ones&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;uh huh&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I agree &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;still haven't had the best one yet though&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;at least for the girl&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;or really the 2 best&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;what are they?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;not telling, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;oh come on&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;please/&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont want other guys being as good as me in bed, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;that'd be aiding my competition, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;*pout*&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;pwease?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;awww no pouting, &lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;*pout pout pout*&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;nope, sorry&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;keeping my skills to myself, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;dont make me hook up the webcam and really pout for you&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;why not???&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;it's just for me to know, and the girls i sleep with, lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;so sorry&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I hate you&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;no you dont&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;yes I do&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know T_T&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;no you dont &lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;you're being mean&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry babe, you'll find out eventually&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;uh huh I could find out now&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the only guy on the planet that knows them&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;how could you find out now? lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;you could tell me&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;nope, sorry&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;and its hard to tell anyway&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;aw, what if I told you something that would surprise you?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;... sex related? lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe.  i could tell you some of it&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you half of the stuff that happens, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;that's now fair&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;not*&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yes it is&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;nuh uh&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;if your surprise is really good i'll tell you all of it&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt; . . . I dunno if I wanna tell you now&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yes you do, b/c you wanna know some good positions, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;*glare*&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;you don't seem to wanna know my secret, thogh&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;though*&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yes i do&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;so maybe I shoudl keep it to myself&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;should*&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i just want to keep some of my sex skills to myself, i think thats understandable&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt; .  . .&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont want the guys you're with to get better b/c you show them my stuff, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;why does that bother you?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;b/c i like being good at sex &lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha uh huh&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;its a very good quality to have, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;very important&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;tell me your secret and i'll tell you stuff&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;well?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I was just going to say that I'm actually really kinky.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;ooo like what?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I want to tell you all of my secret since you won't tell me all of yours&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol, yours would be things that only you like, mine are things that all girls like, not the same&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;and thats not enough to get more positions, maybe 1 of them&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I won't tell any other girls&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;its the guys i dont want finding out, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;pfft&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you 1, then you gotta tell me all the kinky stuff you like to get more&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt; . . . fine&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;alright, this ones pretty simple, its just spooning.  it hits your clit and G spot every time better than doggy, also easy to kiss your neck and play with your boobs&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;ok, kinky sex time, what do you like?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;alright&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;first of all, I love handcuffs and blindfolds&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;nice&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;uh huh&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;your turn &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;no, the agreement was all of your stuff, thenthe rest of mine&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;gah&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I like biting - a lot&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;getting bitten, or bitting?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;cool&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha cool?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yup, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha okay&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;hair pulling is nice to a certain extent&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;of course&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I also like blindfolding and handcuffing the other . . .&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;never had that done to me before&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;but continue&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;never?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;you don't like the idea?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;nope, im always the dominant one in those for some reason&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;no i dont mind, they just like the idea of me doing it more&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha okay&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;ok more goodies c'mon, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;goodies? is that what we're calling them now?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yup, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I like toys&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;what kind?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;vibrators are the bes&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;best*&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;like with the guy or on your own?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;not that I've had a lot of experience with them, unfortunatly&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;like during sex&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;they're fine by themselves, too&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;but not as good&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm i dont like using them durring sex, they get in the way of me operating at max efficiency, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;really?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;they stimulate things that i dont want stimulated till a bit later&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I like having it on my clit and it the guy seems to like it too&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I think it makes finishing so much better&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;feels cool, but i think its something clumsy that keeps me from the rest of your body&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;aw, they're small&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;and it also makes me feel like my cocks not good enough, lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah but your hand's occupied hen it could be pleasing another part of you&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;*when&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;your hand or the girls hand?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;if its the girls hand its notr bad, when its mine its bad&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;well, that's why the girl's supposed to hold it &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, but then they focus on doing things to themselves instead of having things done to them&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;takes away surprise and stuff&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;huh I dunno&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I like the double feeling &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;also, I sometimes need the help&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i justthink its distracting&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;it's really hard to make me orgasim&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, i've heard that before&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;they always cum, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;well, it's hard even for me to make myself orgasm&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm, then you might be tough, but still, dont think toy's needed, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;it isn't NEEDED necessarily . . . it's nice&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I take a long time and so it helps the guy out too&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;ok ok, next kinky pleasure&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;well, as you said, I haven't had much experience, but I really want to try out this white chocolate fingerpaint . . .&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, you really are into the sex shop stuff huh&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&gt;  what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;im just more of a naturalist, but i like the sex shop stuff to spice it up sometimes&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah . . .&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;well, I had to go to a sex shop in order to have an orgasm&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;It took a vibrator for me&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;and I've always liked bondage like stuff&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;so yeah . . .&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;thats cool&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;wow, I'm really tired to be saying all this&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol, why?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not this open unless I'm half asleep&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;noted, haha&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;oh god&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;you're going to use that against me, aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;not really against you, but yewah i'll use it in the future&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt; . . . -_-&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;dont worry babe&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;but yeah im surprised you have used a virating cock ring yet&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I haven't, but I would like to try :&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;*vibrating&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, THAT's pretty good&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;it sounds like it'd be fantastic&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i lost mine though, gotta go buy a new one, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;aw&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;it's okay - you're a naturalist &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;dont need toys to please my women&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha alright&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep that in mind&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;what?  they usually cum twice&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;nice&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;if we only go one time&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;which we rarely do, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;so what other kinky stuff you like my sexy friend?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I've actually only had sex three times, most of this I figured out from fooling around&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;but I'm pretty open to trying new things&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;with yourself or just other non sex stuff?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;what do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;am I open to trying new things with myself?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;like fooling around when you're fingering yourself, or by having them done to you but not durring sex&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;mainly having them done to me&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;a couple things Ive found out by myself&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;so yuo havent tried anal yet huh?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;well . . .&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;not quite&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol, explain&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;there was once that he started, but it hurt too much&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;well ye4ah, you gotta know how to get you used to it first&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;but it still hurt&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;you cant just go in with your cock&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I know, fingers first &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;a finger first, you have to be relaxed, and lube makes ALL the diff&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I guess you like anal&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;... maybe, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha that's a yes&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;not on me of course, on her&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;well, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i told you im an ass man, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;quite litterally, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;you seem to me like you'd realy like it&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I dunno&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I'll find out eventually, I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yup, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;anything else you wanna know?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i wanna know everything about sex, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;good luck with that&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;whats your favorite part to have kissed/sucked on?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;boobs or neck&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;usuals, hey brb&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;they are the usuals, but they are the best&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;ehhh, depends what feeling you're looking for&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;they may feel sexy, but not sensual&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;which in the bigging is what you want&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;*beginning&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, they feel pretty sensual to me&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been kissed lightly right below your neck on your back?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;there ya go, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha alright&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;another real good one is right below where your belt is usually&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;havent' been kissed there, etiher&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;or inside of your legs, really close to your pussy&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;huh . . .&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;just like your inner theigh, really close to where it meets your pelvice&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm  .. .&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;but not too close&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;you know the exact spot, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yup, lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;more of an area than a spot, but yeah&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;also the small of your back is good&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;as well as lightly right behind your shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;you still there?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;sorru&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry*&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;those spots sound good to you?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad I haven't been kissed there T_T&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;awww, i cn kiss you in a couple of them next time im giving you a back rub if you'd like &lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;what? &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;just the back ones, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha I would hope so&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you wouldn't be trying to turn me on or anything&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;so? lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i cant help it if you like it&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i know i would, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;you would like it?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i love kissing in those places&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i like making girls feel good&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;it makes me happy &lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha well that's a good thing in my book&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so if you ever need a massage on anything, or a kiss wherever, i'd be happy to do it&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep that in mind&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol, ok&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;im here to please &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to be pleased haha jk&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;aww, if you werent joking that would be awesome, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;so you like having any odd place kissed?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I dunno&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I know that I don't like my bellybutton&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;does that count?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i guess&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;1 place to avoid, good to know&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;making a list?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;not really, lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;my head just kinda remembers sex stuff&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;alright that works&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;do you like it when the guys cums on you?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm indifferent about it&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;you just dont mind it? lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;doesnt turn you on though&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;It's sticky and nasty&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;shower sex, all i gotta say&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;or a towel works well&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;never done that&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;towel?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;like to clean it up XD&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;shower sex is fucking amazing&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;i bet it is&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;shower sex is hot, steamy, slippery, sensual, everything's clean so you can do whatever you want to the girl, cum wherever you want on her, just all food fun&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;*good&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;damn... i need to have some shower sex like pronto, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;why pronto?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;b/c i havent had it in a while, and its so good&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;and im horny, lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;im a guy, its constant&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha right&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;how coudl I forget&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;so where have you been came on?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;my chest&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;that's all&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;usually the girls favorite, not mine though, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;where is yours?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i like the ass (of course) the face, and the stomach&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;and if im in your ass, then cuming in there's good sometimes too&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;what hmm?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;just never thoguht about it&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;thought about what?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;the places you could cum on a girl&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;face is the hottest and kinkiest for some reason&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;if you say so&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i would think that you with a blindfold on, hands cuffed behind your back, bent over in doggy, and then having cum on your face, matches up well&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;after being fucked in doggy of course&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;i like all that but cum in the face&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;then on your ass&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah i figured youd like all that&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;how did you guess?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;my mind automatically put together our best sex scenarios when you told me stuff you like, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;it kinda does that on its own&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;nice&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;what did you think of said sex senarios?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;and if you like anal a thum in your ass while i fuck you doggy, lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;very nice&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;mr. natural likes my ideas &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;it makes you happy, so its not too bad&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;but since your handcuffed, no vibrator&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;aw, true&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;it's my friend!&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;my cock will have to be enough, lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;aww poor thing&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I guess it will have to do&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;it'll work, dont worry&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;if you say so&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i do, lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i bet i could find stuff you like that you dont even know about, lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;you still there?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry had to go to the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;its ok&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;so . . .&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;so... lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;you owe me sex positions &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;haha, fine i'll tell you 2 of the 3, saving the best for me since i told you a bunch of other stuff&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I told you a bunch of other stuff too!&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah but it was all part of the original plan&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;no, I was supposed to stop at the secret&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;kinku stuff you like&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;*kinky&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, but I told you more than that&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, i'll think about the third&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;*pout*&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;oh dont pout, doesnt work for sex, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;damnit&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;ok, the next one is reverse cowgirl&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;it's a combo of doggy and girl on top&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;you're on top of me, but just facing away from me&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I actually know of that one &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yup, a good one&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i like it b/c i get to look at your ass and spank you, while you do all the work and get off the fastest, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;ok, next one is used mainly in the shower, but can be done anywhere, assuming that the guy is strong enough&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;alright&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;standing up, you jump up on me, wrap your legs around my waist, and then arms around neck. my hands are on your ass, and then we both kinda work together muslce wise to pull you up and then pretty much let you drop&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;it gets deeper than i think anything else can&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;and if you're in the shower, both fully naked, and slippery, so it's even better, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha yeah&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;that sounds awesome, but I'm afraid I'd squish him&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;haha, depends on teh guy&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;it looks weird, though&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah but you're nto watching yourself, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I saw that in a porn video once&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;well you just look at each other's face, i'd usually look at your tits bouncing in my face though, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;and then she's usually moaning so her eyes are closed&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;just thinking&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol, about?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;how it would work &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;works well, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha I'll take your word for it&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;like i said, dude has to be pretty big&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I would imagine so&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;so what's number three?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm, debating if i should tell you or not&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;you should&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;well there's no benefit of telling you, i'd just be losing a good position&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I won't hug you if I don't&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;you don't*&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yes you will, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;nuh uh&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;no more snuggles&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;fine, i need lots of huggles and cuddling though&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I'll see what I can do on thursday &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;haha, ok&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;pretty simple actually, you on your back, me sitting up, both your legs together (could easily be tied) legs up on my shoulder, and then i apply all my other little tricks&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;hits your g spot and clit the entire time&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;2 girls have actually passed out after cuming in that one, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;passed out?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yup, came, then fainted&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I can't say i've ever fainted&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;they came A LOT and very hard&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;sounds painful&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;i'd better get some wicked hugs and cuddling on Thurs&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;no not painful, they really enjoyed it&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;*huggles*&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;haha, real ones please&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I can't right now&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;but thursday &lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;and when you have a really good orgasm (im really good at fingering) your entitre body will shake uncontrolably&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you just cant walk for a couple hours&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;O_o couple hours?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten to the shaking part but I've always been able to walk&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, some of their legs were so tired they couldnt walk&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;weird&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;thats after a lot of hard kinky sex though, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha I would imagine&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;and a good cum&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm so jealous of them . . . I have such a hard time cumming it's not fiar&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;fair*&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;well im pretty good at making girls ccum, otherwise they only cum sometimes&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;that didn't make much sense&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;with other guys they dont cum too often, but they do with me&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;oh okay&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;sweet&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;well, hey, as much as I would love to continue talking sex with you, I must go&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I have to work tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;awww sad day&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah i gotta wake up at 8&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll be back on tomarrow night&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;ouch&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;get your ass to bed&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;we can talk about sex more on thurs if all else fails, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;very tre&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;true*&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;so until then!&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;should be more interesting in person, lol&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;we'll see&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says:&lt;br /&gt;bye, night&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;g'night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942112869239315529-1054467593163210682?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/1054467593163210682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=1054467593163210682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/1054467593163210682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/1054467593163210682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2008/06/wtfn.html' title='wtfn'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-5008331475381280012</id><published>2008-05-18T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:06:26.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last weeks of MSU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colin'/><title type='text'>Of my boy, school, and hydrocodon</title><content type='html'>Alright, I'm back with an explanation like I promised:  I grew an appendage, hung out with all my friends, did homework, and slept.  And that's what happened to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually grew really really attached to Colin in the short amount of time we spent together, I've been home for three days and I miss him already.  I liked having him around, even though he never talked a whole lot.  He's loud, but not chatty, which is really obvious in our conversations.  I have to keep them going or they stop.  He's happy not to talk, which is fine when we can sit next to each other and cuddle, but a little more difficult over the phone.  We slept together on the weekends, I found out I actually love sleeping next to someone.  Colin makes a great pillow or cuddle buddy.  He started to take naps with me - he complained all the time that he never used to take naps before he started dating me and I've corrupted him.  Actually, he's corrupted me . . . I'm not as innocent as I used to be :X.  But I can't say that's a bad thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found that I like drinking because of him, who woulda thunk it right?  I just don't like the taste of alcohol.  I never knew you could drink so much of it and not taste it O_O.  Blue and Dew is the best shit ever.  I have to be careful, though, if I drink while pmsing or upset, everything goes downhill.  Found that out the first night I was drinking - I was pmsing and we went back to my room and I just bawled when I got back and drunk dialed KC.  I went a bunch more times after that.  I don't know how many times I've been drunk, but I'm pretty sure it's still less than five.  I remember everything, at least :D  I've never been shitfaced.  That doesn't sound like fun at all, but being a little wobbly is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to my first frat party.  I wasn't a fan of it, but I had to go to at least one because I'm never going to get the chance to go again.  It was horribly crowded and the beer was the worst stuff ever.  Jacqui was upset about this guys Nevin who's an asshole who used to talk to her and all, and so we had to take her alcohol and cigarettes . . . I also bought this crazy corset top for the party.  I love the top, but it's something that I'd never wear.  I don't know what got into me when I bought it.  Colin liked it, too XD.  I only got to wear it once unfortunately.  I'm still saving it for something or other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of strange things I've been wearing, I bought a bikini today O_O  I know, right?  Craziness.  What else can I say?  I still need to work on my stomach and all, but Colin's really helped with my self-esteem, it could probably still use a little work, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I ended up buying a vibrator . . . that was an awkward adventure with Angela and Sean.  I was talking to them about orgasming.  I'm really confused on the subject, so I'm not going to go in depth on it.  I'm not sure if I have orgasmed or not.  They say you know, but I've never had a definitive point where I'm like, "woah . . ." or anything.  So I dunno.  Anyways, I bought this crazy vibrator with like seven settings and shit.  Let me tell you, this thing makes sex fucking fantastic.  Oh yeah, I lost that, too.  It was special because I really really like him and I wanted to experience it before going all the way out in San Fransisco.  I know that's a bad reason, but it makes sense to me.  I want to be ready to go out there, and now I feel like I know what I'll be getting myself into with any relationship that comes my way.  So thank you, Colin.  I can't say it was a bad experience, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I had to break up with Colin when the school year ended.  Let me tell you, it was one of the hardest things I've ever done.  If we hadn't agreed on it before, I probably wouldn't have gone through with it.  I have never been so ungodly distraught over someone or something.  It freaked me out, but I couldn't help it.  I'm so not used to being so dependent on someone.  I hid my crying all through the day, out of the half dozen times I cried the first day I came home, i was only caught once or twice.  The second day, too.  I think Angela knew I was depressed, but I don't think she knew how badly.  I still miss him terribly, but now that I'm on my forth day Colin-less, I'm getting much better.  It might have something to do with him coming to visit at the lake this weekend . . . well, it defiantly helped.  It's given me something to look forward to.  Actually now that I think about it, I've been happier ever since I thought that I'd be able to visit him . . . oh fuck, I'm helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I checked when his work let out online (like a fucking stalker) and then waited for him to get online just so that I could talk to him.  I was getting worried for a while that I wouldn't get to talk to him, but I did :D  It made me really really happy.  It was a good conversation.  Same for the other days.  Talking to him makes me happier.  What can I say?  I'm addicted to a failure at conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His never talking very much got me really worried that he would have broken up with me if we were still going to school together, but he took care of that tonight.  I was actually freaking out about that quite a bit . . . what can I say?  I'm pretty self-conscious.  I was really distraught when he changed his facebook status so quickly.  He didn't change his picture until the next day, though . . . it made me feel a little better because his picture was of us kissing.  I'm betting he's changed his phone background by now, too.  But oh well, I can' t blame him, I mean, we aren't dating anymore, no matter how much I would love to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's really happy to be home, which also worried me.  He wouldn't stay an extra day so that I wouldn't have to be at school alone on Thursday night because he wanted to get home so badly.  I understand that he missed trevor, but it made me really upset that I was going to have to spend my last night at MSU alone and that we had the opportunity to have one more day together and he didn't want to stay.  I didn't understand right away, I was upset, but I get it now . . . somewhat.  He says he's going to come visit sometime, and I'm holding him to it, I miss him already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am horrified at how attached I am to this boy, especially since I'm leaving him, but I'm so glad that I'll still be able to talk to him when I leave and that he doesn't hate me like his last girlfriend, who, btw, I'm so horribly jealous of that it makes me ashamed of myself.  I can't believe that she would ever cheat on such a great guy, but he still loves her.  She was obviously doing something right.  They dated two years, we dated three months, big difference, huh?  Maybe if we were able to keep dating, he would have fallen in love with me . . . maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dislocated my toe.  We got a call from Laura and she needed some people to fight and they could get a picture of us while fighting for their scavenger hunt.  Well, so I jumped onto Colin's back and got him around the neck while he bent forward and slid me off his back . . . into a wall.  I fell pretty hard, and noticed something felt wrong with my toe.  Thank god I was wearing socks.  I reached and felt my toe and noticed that it was not how it was supposed to be.  I told everyone I broke my toe and rolled over on my stomach and refused to look at it.  I was more freaked out than actually hurt, thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mom, while crying, and asked her what hospital took our insurance . . . not the way to start a conversation with you mother.   She told me to just go to the closest because she didn't know, and low and behold, they didn't take it.  It was a 200 dollar co-pay, totally ridiculous because all I needed was someone to freaking pop my toe back in place.  We waited in the waiting room for at least four and a half hours just to get a room and then they were slow with the xrays and shit because they had to make sure it was in the right place.  She didn't get it the first time, either.  It took two times to freaking pop my toe back into place.  Hurt like hell.  But they later gave me some hydrocodon which made all my pain go away! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunatally I couldn't get to the pharmacy until the next day after I had to walk all the way the fuck to Strong Hall in agonizing pain.  But after that, I was good :D  That shit made me so high it was ridiculous.  I talked to Rachel about taco night - she thought I was drunk, but apparently I'm still invited - and went around and hugged EVERYONE before I went to bed, and just did all kinds of stupid shit.  Being high in class was pretty fun, though, too.  I made a paper frog and gave it to the girl next to me before taking it back . . . I thought it was hilarious at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also did stupid shit in the hospital, too, though.  The three of us, Megan, Colin, and me had to wait there for freakin ever.  We had fun racing the wheelchair, though, all around the waiting room.  Me and Megan went on a quest, too, to find the holy tampon dispenser!  I forgot to take a tampon with me in my plight, and so we went to the bathroom and put in a quarter, but it ate it and we got nothing.  After another quarter, we determined the thing was empty.  So we got a map and some directions and took off through the hospital.  Megan was pushing me in the wheel chair and that is the way to go.  Much nicer haha.  We found the one bathroom, but it didn't have a tampon dispenser, so we had to ask the janiters. . .  that was really awkward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an explanation, he pointed us in the right direction and gave us his story about being a father of two daughters and how he's used to "feminine issues".  I checked my wallet and realized I had no change, so Megan took my dollar and ran off to a change machine she saw.  The bastard gave us a Sacajawea dollar.  I mean, seriously, what the fuck?  We put in a dollar just to get another dollar out.  Bastards.  The janitor helped me out again and gave me a quarter.  Bless his soul.  He was actually a really nice guy, I hope everything goes well for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost two weeks (this tuesday marks the two weeks), and my toe still fucking hurts.  I gave Colin a bunch of my painkillers so that he could sleep before his finals XD.  Oh yeah, and Megan knows about everything.  I found out that I can really talk to her about anything.  Unfortunatly, I found out right before leaving school XD.  Oh well, there's still facebook, right?  Which she hasn't been on since we've been outta school . . . hope she made it home alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my finals, I probably did not study as much as I should have, I really wanted to spend as much time with Colin and my friends as possible (oh yeah, I got high, not off of pills :P, while I should have been studying once, now I can say that I've smoked it, it was pretty entertaining, too, making shapes out of trail mix is more fun while high).  I was a bit peeved at my sci fi teacher, he gave me an 80 on my paper for things that weren't grammer mistakes, but he called them that anyways.  They were PREFERENCES, my ways worked just fine.  But whatever.  That class isn't transfering.  The way I see it, I'm getting three As and two Bs, could be worse.  The Bs are in media and sci fi, sickeningly enough.  Oh well.  Life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm sure there's more to say, but it's 2am and I have to mow the lawn tomarrow.  So I'm signing off . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942112869239315529-5008331475381280012?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/5008331475381280012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=5008331475381280012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/5008331475381280012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/5008331475381280012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2008/05/of-my-boy-school-and-hydrocodon.html' title='Of my boy, school, and hydrocodon'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-1300353474563329297</id><published>2008-05-18T23:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:15:02.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colin'/><title type='text'>The after break-up talk . . . or the closest thing we've had to one.</title><content type='html'>eh, haven't been here for a while, but I wanna post this before I lose it, and then I'll come back with a full explanation of my absence and a couple whines and rants.  I feel like early high school all over again with posting an IM conversation, but oh, fuck it.  I want this one, so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;hey!  youre online!  why no say "hello"?&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;i just got off work&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;yuck&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;how was it?&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;boring&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;aw, i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;work generally is, though&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;well when there's nobody shopping&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;most people don't shop at midnight&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;i was there&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha yeah&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I got called into work yesterday &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;eh, issokay&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;so what are you up to?&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;about to head over to trevor's&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;at midnight O_o&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;it's what we do&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;your parents don't mind you leaving this late?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;mine flip out on me &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;i don't think they'll stop me&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;i've done it before&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha you're not even going to tell them?  just disapear?&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;ninja&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;how could I ever forget&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;are you spending the night at his house?  so they get to wake up to having no kid?  haha&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;i usually write a note&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;oh, okay&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I wish my parents were as nice as yours XD&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;btw, did you ask if you could go to the lake?&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;no but they'll let me&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;not yet anyways&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;mmkay cool &lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt; . . . I went swimsuit shopping today &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;it was painful&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;you get one?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;it's orange &lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;is it a bikini&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&gt;  maybe . . .&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;if you laugh at me I'll have to wear a cover up all weekend &lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;i won't laugh&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;you just did *pout*&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;not at you in it&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;what were you laughing at?&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;your embarassment&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;why thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;*huggles*&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;you are very welcome &lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;*huggles*&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm still getting used to not having you around all the time XD&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;so am i&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;blagh, I gotta mow the lawn tomarrow T_T&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;that sucks&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah . . . but because of my toe, I don't have to do the push lawnmower!&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I get to do the part with the rider!&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;sexy&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;oh, isn't it, though?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I know a girl on a lawnmower turns you on&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;hah&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;...yeah&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;so what are you up to tomarrow?&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;waking up&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;is that all?&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;idk&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;that's a pretty thrilling and eventful day&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe more&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;no work?&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;sweet&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I buuurn&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;T_T I got sunburnt today&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;*kisses*&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;kiss the sunburn and you'd be kissing between my boobs XD  haha&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;ha, you don't mind. &lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I might have to get burnt there more often &lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;alright i won't complain&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;so when we go to the lake and I'm bright red, you'll know why and there shall be no complaining&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;hah&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;kisses all over?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe, but that'd require laying out in the sun naked, so I'm prolly not going to get burnt all over&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;well, i can kiss all over anyways..&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;you don't mind sex with your ex?...&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;do you still like me?&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;of course i do&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;but we won't be dating...&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I know, that wouldn't make sense right now&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;but if we could, would you still date me?&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;no i just asked you out for shits ang giggles...&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha alright then&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm not really opposed to it&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;are you?&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;....i do wanna fuck you again...&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm horny...&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I hope you want to see me more than you want to fuck me . . .&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sorry I've made you horny now&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;well yes&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;and it's ok&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to have to take care of this before i got to trevor;s&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;that bad?&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;XD  well, I feel special to be able to do that&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;btw, my dad is coming now, so you'll be on the boat for sure.  But if ashley doesn't bring her boyfriend you'll have the boat to yourself and I might be able to sneak down.&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;....ooo please do&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;haha you like that idea?&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;very much...neverr fucked on a boat..&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I haven't either&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;want to?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;I miss sleeping and taking naps with you T_T&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;um, maybe . . . we'll see&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;i miss it too&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;*snuggle*&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;when are you going to come to the lake?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;saturday night?&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;idk yet&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;alright.  I dunno when we're leaving on monday . . .&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;it'd be really awesome if you could get offa work on saturday and come friday night or saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;i can't&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm covering for someone&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;oh, okay&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;it's all good&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;well i gotta go to trevors&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;what time do you have to work on saturday?&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;alright, have fun &lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;idk when i work&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt; . . . alright&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll let you know&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;mmkay &lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;night night&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;night night&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;if you're bored tomarrow, you can give me a call, I won't be doing anything&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;i will&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;have fun at trevors&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;will do&lt;br /&gt;Colin says:&lt;br /&gt;night&lt;br /&gt;LeeAnn says:&lt;br /&gt;g'night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942112869239315529-1300353474563329297?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/1300353474563329297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=1300353474563329297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/1300353474563329297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/1300353474563329297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2008/05/after-break-up-talk-or-closest-thing.html' title='The after break-up talk . . . or the closest thing we&apos;ve had to one.'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-1964298464816636329</id><published>2008-03-24T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:39:31.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck this</title><content type='html'>jeezus, been a while, huh?  I've been putting this off forever.  My appendage is everywhere with me and I don't get a break.  God, I'm bummed, though, and I don't know why.  Well, I kinda do.  Relationships put me down, really bad.  I love them, but I hate what they do to me.  I'm happy with myself until I want someone else to be happy with me, too.  Jeez, I feel fat, ugly, stupid, and all around fucked up.  I don't know why this happens, I really don't.  I talked about suicide today, apparently randomly associating things with suicide is not normal . . . yeah, well, good thing I'm not suicidal.  I couldn't do it, not anymore.  Gah, I need to draw . . . something bloody and upsetting.  It makes me feel better. btw, I'm not going to post any of the recent pictures I've done because they've been gaia commissions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was pretty.  Every now and then I manage a cute, but never pretty, never sexy.  Colin says I can be, but I don't think so.  I tried to take kinda sexy pictures, and I failed.  I'm just not sexy without my shirt off.  I wish I was beautiful.  I want to hide away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified.  Leaving for San Fran still scares the piss out of me and it's getting worse.  I'm hiding a lot of it, but I still tell everyone that I'm scared and I fucking cried when jessica and megan left for spring break.  I'm so weak.  I need to be stronger.  I'm not even out of school yet, and I'm already freaking out.  It's so like me.  This is why I didn't want to be in a relationship or have many friends.  Hanging back out with angela and sean really ephasized how much I'm going to miss them when I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel awful typing all this, so weak, I can't stand to get this all out in a post that no one's ever going to read, I swear I'm emotionally fucked up.  I'm trying to open up, but I really don't want to.  I really don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942112869239315529-1964298464816636329?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/1964298464816636329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=1964298464816636329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/1964298464816636329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/1964298464816636329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2008/03/fuck-this.html' title='fuck this'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-8947264586322855030</id><published>2008-02-20T22:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:10:55.758-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy'/><title type='text'>Ninja Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/ninjakiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/ninjakiss.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm an awful person and have been putting this off.  Why?  I'm not totally sure.  Maybe it's because I have a new appendage - mah boyfriend and I won't write in this if he isn't here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's after midnight so he's not here now!  I drew this picture for him for valentine's day - put all my efforts into it and then didn't manage to get him his bday stuff done XD  so I'm working on that.  I'm make an animtion for him!  It's kinda fun.  I got adobe after effects for my bday, which is awesome!  I also got a body pillow, some work out clothes, and a body pillow.  Ashley also got me a necklace.  I feel so spoiled . . . but it's okay!  I spoiled Ashley with her new shirt and candy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin came over last weekend and hung out.  He was impressed with my house and now he brings up money more than I'd like, but he hasn't said it to other people, which is cool.  He's doing better than Kevin.  I'm trying to get across that I'm not super spoiled and my parents don't give me anything I want and that I DO work for most all of my stuff and buy it with my own money and that my family isn't as extravagant as it seems.  I don't know why I care so much, but I do.  All of his preconceptions aren't true, and I don't want him to think badly of me because of it.  I have the opposite problem of most - gah!  Life sucks sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He met Ang and Sean, though, and we had fun.  We went to the loop and Ang's dorm.  Later, me and Colin hung out, just DDR and Gundam Wing.  . . . and a serious make out session (shhh!  don't tell dad!) . . .  he spent the night, I felt bad waking him up in the morning and then felt worse when he didn't have time to take a good shower :X.  I'm a mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin is very touchy-feely, and so far it hasn't bothered me, which is weird.  He does like to kiss a lot, which I guess is alright, if it bothers me, I'll tell him.  So until then . . . I do have an ungodly amount of hickies . . . eh, I was attacked.  I do like them, but I feel like a whore to admit it.  Today, though, he scared me.  It was just too fast and all.  I don't know what to do, I feel so inexperienced.  I have never made out with a guy this fast, much less anything else.  Today with the hickies and the other stuff, it was just too much and I made him stop.  I felt really bad, though.  He says he understands, but he was still all over me all day . . . I might have to talk to him about needing some space sometime, but heh, we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got dressed up and everything because I felt like it.  I took a shower after class and did my hair and make up and wore a decent shirt - I think Colin liked it a bit too much.  I was really surprised.  I thought I looked halfway decent, but I never think I look beautiful.  Cute on a nice day, but never pretty.  And Colin called me sexy, which was crazy . . . I don't know if he's good for myself esteem or not.  I mean, I'm always worried about my weight and how I look and I'm down on myself a lot because of him, but then there's when he says I'm pretty and it boosts my self-esteem, though I did tell him that I'm not dressing up for him anymore because i got attacked and then he gave me hickies on my chest so that I can't wear v-neck shirts for a while . . . He got my waist a lot, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost disgusted by msyelf at how much a boy has taken over my life.  I mean, hell, I haven't drawn anything in about a week.  I feel so . . . unproductive.  There is a contest coming up and I'm going to enter, I need to start it soon.  It has to be bone and skull jewlery inspired, but that's all, so it could be fun.  I need to work on my portraits, too.  So I think I'll start on that this weekend, but I do have a test on Monday.  I also want to start working out again.  Today I took a nap so that didn't happen.  I need to get going to bed sooner.  I've been goign to bed at two every morning which isn't good, but I've been doing it.  Well, here I am it's 1:13 and I'm typing this.  Gah, I'm going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942112869239315529-8947264586322855030?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/8947264586322855030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=8947264586322855030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/8947264586322855030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/8947264586322855030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2008/02/ninja-kiss.html' title='Ninja Kiss'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-1469227131223750669</id><published>2008-02-07T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T23:00:07.586-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><title type='text'>Scarlet and Difficulties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/elfkid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/elfkid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did this this today because I hadn't drawn in so long. She's different, but cute :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's been a busy week.  This weekend, I hung out with Nia and Benny beacause everyone else left me alone this weekend.  I ended up becoming friends with a bunch more people, which was cool :D.  Colin was also one of her friends, and uh . . . yesh, we're dating now :D.  I'm a little worried due to my "relationship issues" . . . yes, those, the really long list.  I honestly don't know what I was thinking.  I'm fucked up.  I feel bad for Eric . . . I'll just have to see how this goes, i guess.  He's really touchy-feely, and I'm not, that's possibly my biggest worry, but he's a nerd like me, which is a bonus :D.  Oh well, we'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today I met with my group and one of my uncooperative members actually pissed me off to the point of tears. Don't want to say more. It sucked and it was embarrasing. On top of that, last night (when Colin asked me out) I was in a fight with Kevin because he was being a pain in the ass again. We gave him a lecture on himself - we'll see how that turns out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, don't want to write more. I'm not in a writing mood (wrote an eight page paper last night.  Still hurts to think about it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942112869239315529-1469227131223750669?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/1469227131223750669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=1469227131223750669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/1469227131223750669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/1469227131223750669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2008/02/scarlet-and-difficulties.html' title='Scarlet and Difficulties'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-7015560864082103395</id><published>2008-01-31T22:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T22:24:45.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Wrestling, Snowflakes, and Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today (or rather, yesterday now), started off a little rough, but ended really well. It snowed all day and evening classes were cancelled. Jessica was a bitch and we had a fight and Megan was in on it, so needless to say, it didn't go very well. I ended up staying in Laura's room for a long time. Me and Jess fought, wrestled, but if i had been fighting back, I do believe I would have put up a good fight. Laura got a picture of me sitting on her when she grabbed me and I twisted around. Anyways, I didn't talk to her for quite a while. But after I was (mostly) done fuming we went out and played in the snow! We were invited to play football, it was a blast. I got tackled a couple times. I really can't catch the ball worth crap. It was so cold, it was crazy and everyone just kept playing. I got called everything from batgirl to catwoman. I don't know if they actually knew my name XD. There was also this other guy, who was a friend of Nia's, who came with us. Collin was pretty cool, he liked my hats :D. A bunch of us talked out in the halls until midnight when Kayleigh kicked him off of our floor. Oh well. Overall, I guess it was a pretty good night.&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/4942112869239315529-7015560864082103395?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/7015560864082103395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=7015560864082103395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/7015560864082103395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/7015560864082103395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2008/01/wrestling-snowflakes-and-football.html' title='Wrestling, Snowflakes, and Football'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-1934074638100254604</id><published>2008-01-31T10:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T10:05:10.704-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mute'/><title type='text'>Mute Prologue pg 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/mute1_2copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/mute1_2copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I went ahead and got started on Mute. I'm not going to post it on smackjeeves until I have at least three pages and a cover and a website layout. So it'll prolly be another week or two (or this weekend, since no one will be here.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This page took a while. I had so many layers I got confused, and then after that, I decided I didn't like it and wanted to move everything around, which was layer orangization hell. I had to have had like twenty layers, and very few of them named. It was bad. That is the main reason this took me longer than it normally would have. The revision was just moving the boxes around and making the top of her head show as opposed to her neck. I also messed with the bubbles and words. Small things, that took forever, but were totally worth it because this page looks so much better.  It still has a few things that I could really work on, but oh well.  Maybe sometime in the future, but sure as hell not now :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942112869239315529-1934074638100254604?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/1934074638100254604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=1934074638100254604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/1934074638100254604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/1934074638100254604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2008/01/mute-prologue-pg-1.html' title='Mute Prologue pg 1'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-3049095190563964523</id><published>2008-01-28T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T18:00:25.319-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mute'/><title type='text'>Seth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/sethfacecrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/sethfacecrop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/This"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been scribbling again. Here's Seth from Mute. I think he's kinda cute, but I had trouble with the mouth and now that I look at it in a smaller size, his cheek bone looks kinda weird, but oh well.&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/4942112869239315529-3049095190563964523?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/3049095190563964523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=3049095190563964523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/3049095190563964523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/3049095190563964523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2008/01/seth.html' title='Seth'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-3835118682736818812</id><published>2008-01-27T17:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T17:16:14.724-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>pen tool wonders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/paintbrushcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/paintbrushcopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/paintbrushlineart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/paintbrushlineart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/buggirlcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/buggirlcopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/buggirllineart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/buggirllineart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it was mentioned to me to try inking with the pen tool in photoshop, so I gave it a go and i think it turned out well. I found it also helps with cell coloring :D I'm pretty happy with them, and they don't take nearly as long as the other way. I can't believe I hadn't be thinking of this before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4942112869239315529-3835118682736818812?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/3835118682736818812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=3835118682736818812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/3835118682736818812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/3835118682736818812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2008/01/pen-tool-wonders.html' title='pen tool wonders'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-700016077128390653</id><published>2008-01-23T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T14:15:17.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mute'/><title type='text'>Mute - story concepts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;story idea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Earth falls around the Moon, but when a war on the Moon breaks out, an explosion rocks the Moon so hard it comes crashing down to Earth - obliterating the planet.  Humans are now a dying species, living as nomads on run-down Ships, and held together by weak law and government.  In hopes of reforming their world, people have returned to the ruins of Earth to bring back whatever samples of DNA they can salvage.  Seth on his search, stumbles onto a mostly intact research facility.  He enters it and finds that most of the people are dead, and those who aren't have been horribly mutated by the radiation from the impact and being exposed to the sun without an atomosphere to protect them.  There is one girl, however, still human, at least mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ria helps keep him safe and from the mutants (or mutes as she calls them).  She is his age and has been in the lab since the destruction of Earth nine years ago.  Her parents had put her in a protected part of the lab to keep her from mutating, not only for her sake, but because she held the secret to saving the human race in her DNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After escaping the research facility, Ria is looked at by the doctors and labeled a threat to humanity.  The mutants in the lab transfered their DNA through touch, and Ria had contact with the mutes.  She, however, had not mutated much at all.  The thing holding back her mutant DNA is her machine DNA.  At the research facility she had been programmed with the knowledge of where the closest habitiable planet is and it's occupants.  Her warring DNA, though, promises a short life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They find this out with the help of Newton, Seth's best friend.  He is a scientist and looked at Ria upon Seth's request.  However, they did not know the concequences.  Since the mutant DNA is passed through touch, both Newton and Seth have also been infected.  Newton must find a cure before it's too late for them.  Ria, Newton, and Seth have all been labeled threats to humanity and are on the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They discover the secret to Ria's machine DNA - she can pull up the star maps to the closest habitiable planet at will, and they appear on her skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ria, humanity's biggest threat, is also their only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age:  18&lt;br /&gt;Personality:  very shy and timid, everything is new to her and sometimes she acts like a child.  She is curious about everything.&lt;br /&gt;Specialities:  hiding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age:  21&lt;br /&gt;Personality:  very outgoing and easily excited.  Loud, sometimes obnoxious.&lt;br /&gt;Occupation:  previously was the expedition leader of the Earth Salvaging.&lt;br /&gt;Speciality:  Mechanics for ships and gadgets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Newton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age:  21&lt;br /&gt;Personality:  reserved, keeps to self, always working on something new&lt;br /&gt;Occupation:  previously was the leader for the Reconstructing Life project.&lt;br /&gt;Speciality:  Science of all kinds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942112869239315529-700016077128390653?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/700016077128390653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=700016077128390653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/700016077128390653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/700016077128390653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2008/01/mute-story-concepts.html' title='Mute - story concepts'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-7935075489619006240</id><published>2008-01-21T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:54:41.495-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goomba'/><title type='text'>Bye Bye Fishy</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been moping lately, goomba died last weekend, so I've been putting off posting.  I feel so bad.  He hadn't been acting well since we got back from break.  Mom thinks it might be that he was in the cold car too long (Nicole's car broke down and we were stranded for hours).  It's really lonely without him.  I need to tell Eric, but I really don't want to.  I don't know if I'll be getting another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Fishy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942112869239315529-7935075489619006240?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/7935075489619006240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=7935075489619006240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/7935075489619006240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/7935075489619006240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2008/01/bye-bye-fishy.html' title='Bye Bye Fishy'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-8089602552115704979</id><published>2008-01-18T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T17:00:05.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>gaara glares at you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/gaarasmaller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/gaaraeyecloseup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/gaaraeyecloseup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally finished! It has issues, but it took too long and I just wanted to finish it, so I wasn't going to fix them. I kinda like it, kinda don't. I dunno.  I like his demon eye.    The hair was a bitch and I dunno how much I like it, but hey, I'll know better for next time.   I'm glad to be done with it.  I think I'm going to do an elf or something next time.  Something with more of a body to it.  I try to keep getting things harder with each picture.  Kevin wants me to do an elf or fairy so that he can make it into a magic card.  I think I will, cause if I can get some watchers from his magic site, that'd be really sweet.  We'll see.&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/4942112869239315529-8089602552115704979?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/8089602552115704979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=8089602552115704979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/8089602552115704979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/8089602552115704979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2008/01/gaara-glares-at-you.html' title='gaara glares at you!'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-7787711680222043371</id><published>2008-01-16T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T19:15:52.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's glaring and bald!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/gaarafacewip3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/gaarafacewip3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, he's bald O_o Only hair and background left. I now get to try out that hair tutorial, though! That's the whole reason I drew this in the first place and many many many hours later, I finally get to work on it, yay! I also forgot the buckle on his outfit, lets see if I eventually remember . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4942112869239315529-7787711680222043371?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/7787711680222043371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=7787711680222043371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/7787711680222043371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/7787711680222043371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2008/01/hes-glaring-and-bald.html' title='He&apos;s glaring and bald!'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-2595424082573539224</id><published>2008-01-16T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T16:32:05.011-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>he now stares at you WITH eyes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/gaarafacewip2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/gaarafacewip2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;still scribbling away . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942112869239315529-2595424082573539224?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/2595424082573539224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=2595424082573539224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/2595424082573539224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/2595424082573539224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2008/01/he-now-stares-at-you-with-eyes.html' title='he now stares at you WITH eyes!'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-3105392450236509537</id><published>2008-01-16T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T10:57:42.544-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><title type='text'>He's glaring with no eyes o_O</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/gaarafacewip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/gaarafacewip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, I finally started on my gaara pic I've been meaning to do for ever. I hope it looks better in the end . . .  I really want to do his eyes, but I know I don't have time before my next class, so I'm posting now!  I do have homework, but what can I say?  I am the master of procrastination!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've been to all of my classes and so far so good :D. My animation class last night was really fun, actually, and my creative writing class has potentional. The movie-editing class was kinda intimidating with all of the stuff that I didn't know how to work O_o. But the animation class, I caught on to after effects pretty well, I think. We're also going to be learning photoshop, so hopefully that'll be easy for me considering I know a lot about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess I'll read my homework. I really want to finish this picture of him so that I can go ahead and try out this new hair tutorial. Oh well.&lt;/div&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/4942112869239315529-3105392450236509537?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/3105392450236509537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=3105392450236509537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/3105392450236509537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/3105392450236509537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2008/01/hes-glaring-with-no-eyes-oo.html' title='He&apos;s glaring with no eyes o_O'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-4833228675141033016</id><published>2008-01-14T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T12:52:54.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frisky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><title type='text'>Aliens, Zombies, and Philosophy</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back at school.  Now I'm sharing a room with Jessica :D.  It took me a while to get everything situated because last night Nicole's car overheated and we had some issues and I got here a lot later than I had planned.  So I more-or-less finished unpacking today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend we got a cat!  It was a stray and it walked us home from lil' Rizzo's (which was kinda weird).  Ashley named it Frisky and Ta got really attached really quick.  It's a cool cat, even Dad likes it and that says a lot :D.  So we took him home.  He's staying outside, though, Badger's not happy about it as is.  So we finally get a cat and I'm not home to play with him T_T.  Oh well, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my books this morning - I have an ungodly amount of books for my sci-fi and fantasy literature class.  I've gotta start now if I don't wanna fall behind - I don't think I can read all of Blue Mars in one week like he wants &gt;_&lt;  I'm a fast reader, but I do have a life.  Who woulda thunk it, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My substitute teacher for that class is hot &gt;_&lt;  I wish he wasn't a sub.  He's a grad student doing his thesis on zombies and aliens in pop culture O_O.  He's pretty cool.  My other teacher for philosophy I can't seem to place, he's really monotone, down to business type guy, but he cursed twice, was really blunt, and even made a few jokes (if you were listening).  We'll see how that works out.  He's only got three tests this year O_o  so I have to do good on those tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even gotten to draw since the last post, and I might start going into withdrawls.  Been too busy, it's crazy.  I've gotta lot to read tonight, though, so I prolly won't tonight, either.  I'm going to try to workout and we're going to walmart and then petsmart for fat goldfish!  I also need to pick up mountain dew, we're all out . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942112869239315529-4833228675141033016?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/4833228675141033016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=4833228675141033016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/4833228675141033016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/4833228675141033016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2008/01/aliens-zombies-and-philosophy.html' title='Aliens, Zombies, and Philosophy'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-7337355927710919278</id><published>2008-01-11T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T20:27:39.900-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scholarship'/><title type='text'>I have been granted!</title><content type='html'>Well, there I was, trying on my new ski pants of awesomeness when my mommy yelled that I got mail from the Academy of Art.  Racing into the kitchen, grabbing the envolope and ripping the contents open, I began to jump up and down upon seeing the first word, "Congratulations!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a scholarship from the Acadmy of Art!  It's a portfolio grant, so it's based on the stuff that I turned in. :D  I'm really really happy because it was based on my actual art and not my grades or anything and I always considered myself more of a mediocre art student than an exceptional one, my biggest boost always seemed to be my grades and not  my art (until high school fucked  me over, but I've ranted enough about that).  It'll cover 75% of my tuition this summer!  Yeah, I'm taking online courses this summer, but hey, I do wanna graduate in three years there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really wanna draw, I just wanted to tell everyone that I got a scholarship, which makes me really really happy!  Go me!  hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942112869239315529-7337355927710919278?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/7337355927710919278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=7337355927710919278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/7337355927710919278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/7337355927710919278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-been-granted.html' title='I have been granted!'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-8555051774957048791</id><published>2008-01-09T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T15:53:07.070-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ski trip week'/><title type='text'>I survived!</title><content type='html'>I made it back from the ski trip in one piece!  Quite the accomplishment, if I do say so myself.  No life-threatening accidents this year.  I didn't get stuck in one tree well, run into any trees, or even fall off any cliffs.  Yeah, good year.  We even had powder on two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was different, though.  It was unusual skiing with more than just my dad.  I mainly skiied with Hwak, Phil, Neal, and my dad.  My dad got frustrated when the guys couldn't keep up. Hwak was pretty amazing at skiing (it was his first time on real snow!).  Phil's form wasn't as good as mine, but those guys had way more strength than me.  Mom called me a failure to my gender T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommates were pretty cool, a little crazy, but cool.  They were all juniors or older, so yeah, I'll prolly never really see them again -_-.  When we went out with them and my friends I met, though, my dad took to paying for them, I think after he bought them some beers, they liked him better than me!  haha, though, they did catch on pretty quick that Neal's a pervert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might write more later, but right now I'm dying to draw.  I didn't bring my computer or sketchbook on the trip and was starting to go into withdrawls, so I'm havaing a hard time concentraiting on this post.   Later, then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942112869239315529-8555051774957048791?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/8555051774957048791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=8555051774957048791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/8555051774957048791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/8555051774957048791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-survived.html' title='I survived!'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-7197516254904197482</id><published>2008-01-01T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T12:19:15.538-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend&apos;s christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ski trip packing'/><title type='text'>On 2008 . . .</title><content type='html'>Well, HAPPY NEW YEAR!  I can't believe it's been a year already.  It's totally ridiculous.  I'm in college - have been for a semester.  I only have one more semester to go before I head out to San Fran, and I only have three and a half years of college before I actually am done being a student.  How crazy is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to sort my art files today, it was actually really sad putting all my 2007 files away, but it was also kinda nice to be starting anew :D.  Last year I had more art on my computer than ever before.  2007 was the first year I really started to take drawing on the computer seriously.  I did it before, but not nearly to the extent that I do now.  I must say that I love it :D.  I have a whole file full of jpg images I've done on the comp and many more unfinished in my wip folder.  And then I have a bunch of scanned in images and many I didn't scan in.  It was a shock to see how much I did.  It was over twice as much as 2006, and now hopefully 2008's folder will be twice the size of 2007's ^_-. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to get ready to go on the ski trip today.  I leave tomarrow - not sure when &gt;_&lt; bad me.  I have to pack - a lot.  Also have to sew up my torn skii pants.  I saw some really cool checkerboard ones at sports authority I wanted, but the set (cause I'd have to get the jacket, too, because mine wouldn't match - and also needs sewn up) cost about $130, I wasn't going to make mom pay that when I could just sew up my old ones.  I've had the same set for years, it has served me well :D.  I'm putting off packing right now, actually . . . I'm so lazy.  I'm sure I'll be up all night packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had a party (of course) and it was pretty fun.  A bunch of my friends showed up and we chilled.  Dad showed off that picture I drew for him all night long &gt;_&lt;.  I'm glad that he likes it, though.  It really means a lot to me that he likes it that much.  Others kept telling me how proud he was of me all night, too.  Granted, half of them were drunk, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went swimming - it was so cold!  The water that splashed out of the pool onto the concrete actually froze.  We had to be careful coming in and out of the pool.  The pool was nice, though, stuck right at about 90 degrees.  That pool heater was working overtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost wish I wasn't leaving toamrrow, but I can't wait at the same time.  I have been having troubles drawing full bodied poses, so I went through my how to draw anime and game characters series I got when I was in middle school (it was all I had at home), and I realized how much I can still learn from these books.  Like expressions aren't my best, and I have a whole book on that!  Along with natural poses and fight scenes.  i have no idea why I put them away - alright, so I do, it was becasue they were anime.  stupid me, the books are just done in anime, there's still much I can learn for my own style.  I want to work on that sometime :D  I'm sure I will at least after I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like such a cheepskate when it came to gifts this year, and really, I was.  I didn't know what to get everyone.  I got ang, eric, and KC peppermint bark that I thought sounded really good.  Ang got me a zim shirt (that looks like galaga) and then a bottle of body lotion with sparkles (so angela), and KC got me gir slippers.  &gt;_&lt;  I feel so cheep, even though the pepermint bark was $10 each.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed civil war from sean, I'm debating reading it on the bus tomarrow . . . don't know if I want to be demoted to loser status right away haha.  Well, on that note, I'm going to go back to reading a fanfic before I pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!  Cross your fingers and don't hope for the best, make it happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942112869239315529-7197516254904197482?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/7197516254904197482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=7197516254904197482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/7197516254904197482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/7197516254904197482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-2008.html' title='On 2008 . . .'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-4668626870568548535</id><published>2007-12-30T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T10:39:27.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>exp003 - mourning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/exp003-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/exp003-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drew this picutre because I was sad about Diablo. It kept my mind off of him while expressing my feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked back at my old pictures of exp003 and saw that she was not only younger, but had big veins running through her face. I think I'm going to draw those veins in, I like her older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942112869239315529-4668626870568548535?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/4668626870568548535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=4668626870568548535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/4668626870568548535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/4668626870568548535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2007/12/exp003-mourning.html' title='exp003 - mourning'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-5563040583094502469</id><published>2007-12-30T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T10:35:48.538-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hamster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el diablo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedication'/><title type='text'>Adios, El Diablo</title><content type='html'>I've been putting this off because I know I'll cry, but I have to dedicate a post anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/random%20pictures/BIGBEAST.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diablo died yesterday morning. He was an old hamster that live a long life of three years. He kept me company while I was home and I always looked forward to meeting him on the weekends away from school. He stayed with me through two years of high school and through a semester of college. He lived a long happy life of escapes, searches, wheel running, digging, opening his cage door, the top lid, and hiding in any dark spot he could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe that he died of a mixture of old age and a growth on the side of his face. His eyes would mat shut and we had to use some water to help him open them. I hope that Diablo is happier where he is now than in the pain he was most likely in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, and I miss you, buddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942112869239315529-5563040583094502469?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/5563040583094502469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=5563040583094502469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/5563040583094502469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/5563040583094502469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2007/12/adios-el-diablo.html' title='Adios, El Diablo'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-3575306369809048439</id><published>2007-12-28T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T21:23:57.547-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>realism . .. maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/realisticface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/realisticface.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;weeeell, I finished :D, or as close to finished as I'm going to get because I'm just too lazy to work on it anymore. She looks like a dyke. Short hair is not for everyone apparently. I'm frustraited with the hair and it's too small to work with and so on and so forth. So I'm going to call this one quits and start a new one. I'm thinking a fairy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942112869239315529-3575306369809048439?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/3575306369809048439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=3575306369809048439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/3575306369809048439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/3575306369809048439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2007/12/realism-maybe.html' title='realism . .. maybe'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-8313461032691422655</id><published>2007-12-28T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T01:08:36.163-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>tablet fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/snowpanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/snowpanda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/alieneye.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/alienhaircrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/alienmouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woo! I've been drawing so much with my tablet lately. Is tarted last night I have barely stopped. Pressure sensitivity and tilt sensitivity, and pure amazingness are awesome aspects of my new tablet! The pressure sensitivity lets me get thin, delicate lines I couldn't get before (like manga) and a lot of line variation, and pretty wooshies, and so on and so forth. I've also managed my first half way successful realistic picture. So I wanted to post it :D Still have to do the hair and background, but that's for tomarrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, it's like 3 AM and I have to go out with eric tomarrow, so I'm off to bed.&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/scarred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/scarred.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/realisticfacewohair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4942112869239315529-8313461032691422655?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/8313461032691422655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=8313461032691422655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/8313461032691422655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/8313461032691422655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2007/12/tablet-fun.html' title='tablet fun!'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-7946833772881922957</id><published>2007-12-26T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:27.998-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>christmas aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ssZy5hjtYk/R3MUNALq9YI/AAAAAAAAABU/PDInm9Hieds/s1600-h/DSCF1178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148481012634416514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ssZy5hjtYk/R3MUNALq9YI/AAAAAAAAABU/PDInm9Hieds/s320/DSCF1178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;w000! Christmas was fun :D I love going down to grandmas. We really did nothing but talk, but we all had a good time and I wish I coulda stayed longer. Grandma made nighty night cookies and blackberry cobbler and pumpkin pie - all of my favorites! I haven't been so full in lord knows how long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Christmas I really raked in. My mom was messing with me this year, though. Said she didn't buy me a tablet and that I would have to buy my own, and sure enough, under that tree was a new tablet :D. An Intuos Wacom 3, 9x12 inches with DRIVERS THAT WORK god forbid :D. So that pretty much already made my Christmas, but on top of that, Mom bought me this coat that I wanted. She bought it right in front of me, too, said she was going to give it to my cousin, Shannon. Found out on Christmas that she was in on it with my aunt and they had bought it right under my nose. "Hey, try this on, because if it fits you, it'll definatally fit Shannon" yeah, I'll never fall for that again XD. I also got the new Dean Koontz book, the Darkest Evening of the Year, a mythology book, John Howe's fantasy art book, and another jacket. Then I went to my grandma's and from my aunt got a jacket I picked out, and super mario galaxy for the wii. Also, from my sisters I got a bottle of perfume - dream angels by victorias secret, and a jacket. I dunno if you can tell, but I have a thing for jackets - got five this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to set up my drivers for my tablet and get to work using it! Eeep, I wanna draw with it so bad. I also have to do this eye tutorial from gnomon on maya. Won't get that done today. &gt;_&lt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's time to load my drivers for my tablet :D w00!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942112869239315529-7946833772881922957?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/7946833772881922957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=7946833772881922957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/7946833772881922957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/7946833772881922957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-aftermath.html' title='christmas aftermath'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ssZy5hjtYk/R3MUNALq9YI/AAAAAAAAABU/PDInm9Hieds/s72-c/DSCF1178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-6867243346707115959</id><published>2007-12-25T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T22:51:10.360-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret santa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ninjies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Secret Drawing Santa</title><content type='html'>Well, its Christmas Eve and I'm online posting on a blog. Wow, I feel like a loser hehe. I wanted to post last night, but I was running in circles trying to finish ninjies' secret santa gift. I'm a horrible person and fell way way behind. -_- I wanted to draw her something cool, and I started on it, but as I got into it, I realized that I needed to have started it way before last night XD. So I drew something else and stayed up til 5 am to get it done. I'm glad I did, though, I had no time at all today to do anything. I woke up, cleaned, went to grandma's, opened family gifts, and now its 11:30. The day flew by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninjies is a creepy person so I wanted to draw her a somewhat creepy picture, but I'm not very good at that kinda stuff (my friends gave me a negative number on the creepy scale), I knew I wanted to draw something with teeth, because her character takes pictures of teeth . . . This is what I started drawing in painter:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/ninjies.jpg" border="0" /&gt; and this is what I ended up giving her: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/ninjieschristmascard-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda like it . . . I'm not very big on my shading in the face, but I got really tired last night and began to rush through it. If you see it without the coloring, you can see the lineart looks awful. &gt;_&lt;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninjies figured me, out, though &gt;_&lt;. She must have recognized my art style from posting my pictures on the sj forums to ask for help and critics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a gift, too! I don't know who it's from, I don't recognize the style, but I really like it. It's of The Silenced from City of the Silent, which I really need to go back to . . . I am very upset with myself for dropping that like I did. I meant only to miss one or two weeks, but now I've nearly stopped it completely. I quit because I was having trouble with the first page &gt;_&lt;&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my gift picture - I think this is the first time I've ever gotten someone else to draw my characters - isn't it awesome? I really love the picture :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/30f0a976838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this, though, I got worried that all my close-up face pictures look all the same . . . they're all facing the same way, they're all girls, they all are shaded the same, and they're all similar in facial features . . . I got worried enough to put them next to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/similarites.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see a lot of similarities, and it kinda worries me. I need to branch out and work on some variety . . . that's my goal for my new pictures. Variety . . . yeah, lets see how that goes XD Cross your fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been trying to do different stuff lately . . . I wanted to try drawing someone really realistic for the 100 themes, but I dunno, the sj people bashed it pretty good and I dunno if I'm going to pick it back up again, cause quite frankly, the girl freaks me out. The idea was to have her really happy looking and a bright yellow background (I used purple in the shadows) with the words "Life, it's worth smiling about". I wanted to make it a statement to the really depressed-acting, emo people out there (like my friend Kevin) just to say it's not so bad. People are such downers, especially when it comes to art. Everyone draws meaningful death stuff, but it's hard to find someone drawing happy live-life types of pictures now. Or rather, it's not hard to find, it's just much more rare, I should say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might start over, but here's what I've got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/lifecrop-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/lifebodycrop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was based on a reference picture from a free stock photo page. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to start on my comic 19 crazies and me, but I didn't get very far. I named Chris' roommate Zachary (thanks to Brad). I drew it in my sketchbook, which it has been really nice drawing in my sketchbook because I've been limited to drawing on my computer without my scanner and all (although, now that I'm home I haven't used my scanner at all. I'm so lazy &gt;_&lt;). I drew ninjies gift in my sketchbook because it was faster and then took a picture of it for the lineart (which was horribly sloppy). So I drew some basic sketches of Zachary freaking out about the lights and it made me giggle. I also drew the beginning where Chris is drugged out of his mind thanks to the nice men in the white coats. I've never been so happy that my little sisters said that one of my characters looked drugged before . . . The style's different than my other works, but I like it, I think it's fun :D City of the Silent can have the pretty art, I'll keep 19 crazies and me with the cartoon style (based a little bit offa johny the homicidal maniac - loosely)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/DSCF1173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/DSCF1176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay for sketches :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been really into fantasy lately. I want to pick up the golden compass. I finished the final Harry Potter (once again, I was behind) and started reading fanfics. I also started getting into some Harry Potter/Stargate crossovers, though I have yet to find a good one. I picked back up some of the ones that I used to read, but they aren't as good as I remember them being . . . and now, I'm sure everyone coulda guessed, I want to make a fanfic. I tell you, I have issues, I keep wanted to do stuff and so I never get anything done! I haven't written a fanfic in a really really long time, and suddenly, I want to pick them back up. Urg. I was like that with webcomics, too, though, I swear I won't abandon those. I really need to just sit down and get to work. I wish I were back in school, I work so much better there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really looking forward to next semester - it should be a blast! I get to move in with Jessica (which should be fun, and very interesting), and then I get to be right across the hall from my other two friends, and we're getting new pet goldfish! The funny fat ones. My classes should be fun, t00, though I didn't get into a drawing class like I wanted (which I am a little frustrated about, but life should go on), then I get Creative Writing: Short Story, Science Fiction and Fantasy literature, The Movie Making class, Philosophy, and of course, Computer animation. What more could I ask for? I might also take an online course - art history probably. It doesn't look like I'll be getting a scholarship, unfortunatally. Oh well, I tried. I might email my adviser back and say "hey, what's going on? haven't heard back from you". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I meet some new people, but at the same time, I don't becasue I don't want it too be too painful to leave, and it already looks like it's gonna be rough. But then, again, I thought it'd be really rough going to college and it really wasn't. I didn't get homesick and I really don't miss anyone (as horrible as that sounds). Though, now that I'm back in town, I've hung out with Angela, Sean, and Max a lot. Max is really cute and nice, I see why KC likes him so much. I haven't seen KC at all, though. I'm still kinda peeved about Halloween . . . does that make me shallow? I came into town just to see her and we barely hang out - she hangs out with her friends and me when we went to the haunted house and then the next day we went to get our eyebrows waxed . . . and that was it. She also hasn't called me or anything. I called her a couple of times, and she never called me, so I just stopped. Maybe I'm being petty, but it's kinda frustrating when she's all "I miss you so much!" but acts like she really doesn't wanna see me. Whatever. I'm not gonna say anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear mom and dad down stairs wrapping presents &gt;_&lt;. Must not let them know I"m awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ang and I made a whole shit-load of cookies. She has this really cook cookie press which makes all these nifty shapes. We made life a freaking 30 dozen cookies. More than I can eat, for sure! I'm having everyone overy for new years, we'll go swimming in the pool. We're heating it! I really look forward to that. I need to give everyone their presents then, speaking of which, I still need to work on Eric's. I'm such a lazy bum :X. I'm going to buy everyone their presents after Christmas so it's less crowded and cheeper. Shh! they never need to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also went and got our hair cut and our eyebrows waxed. The lady went a little overboard and waxed off the skin. I didn't notice it until later. It's now scabbed over and it looks like I've been in a fight. But the official story, because the real one sounds really stupid, is that I was saving a puppy. That sounds better, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomarrow I get to go to Grandma Pie's, which should be pretty damn awesome. That side of the family is always so much fun to be around. I miss them. I hope grandma made blackberry cobbler! That would be amazing. I think Aunt Carolyn and all are coming to Christmas, too, which will be fun. I'm really looking forward to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, tonight was the first Christmas Eve that we've had warm food at! Well, at least within the last five years. Uncle Joey called my dad and said he was sick of coldcuts for Christmas and that he wanted warm food so they went ahead and uncle joey made a keesh thing and a salad, and dad made a pork loin. It was very possibly the best Christmas Eve dinner i've ever had. I'm surprised Grandma didn't get offended - though she did comment about the extra food. I'm sure she wasn't happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got offended later in the night with my dad talking about Joyce Meyers and Muslums and so on. He basically offended her religion by saying that if he had to choose between joyce meyers and the muslums, he'd be with the muslums. Can't go to a family gathering on my dad's side without someone getting offended! That just wouldn't be my family (the other side is the complete opposite of this one, it's amazing to see the differences)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor Diablo isn't doing so well. His eye is matted shut again and he seems to have food constantly in his right cheek. I keep saying it's food, but the thing is, if it iwas food, he woulda taken it outta his cheeks by now. I really hope it's not a tumor and that he's okay. He hasn't been moving around a whole lot, but he has been moving, which is a good sign. He doesn't fit through the tunnel to go to the top of the cage anymore XD He's gotten so fat. He makes me giggle. I really hope that he's okay. I'll be really really upset if he dies. I love that hamster. He's really old for a hamster, though, at least two, maybe almost three, years old . . . may the force be with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, anyways, I'm going to go to bed. It's really late and tomarrow's gonna come early. (I know my sisters are going to wake me up in order to unwrap Christmas presents). So Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night.&lt;/div&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/4942112869239315529-6867243346707115959?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/6867243346707115959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=6867243346707115959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/6867243346707115959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/6867243346707115959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2007/12/secret-drawing-santa.html' title='Secret Drawing Santa'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-1662600707233634417</id><published>2007-12-18T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T12:06:38.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret santa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee prince'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='19 crazies and me'/><title type='text'>heh heh oops</title><content type='html'>well, I know I said that I'd post my story ideas and all the other day and I totally didn't . . . but I have an excuse! I've been watching the korean drama "The First Shop of Coffee Prince" (&lt;a href="http://www.mysoju.com/"&gt;http://www.mysoju.com/&lt;/a&gt;) and it's addicting! . . . Okay, lame excuse. Hows about, I finally got over my artist's block and have been drawing the first page of "19 Crazies and Me". That's better right? I was talking to Brad last night and he named Chris's (my main character), roommate Zachary. In the first page he's freaking out about the lights &gt;_&lt;. Here's the picture I drew of Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="342" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/chriscrazysmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the pictures of Zachary up yet because I've been drawing them by hand because they go so much quicker (we'll see if it's really that much quicker when I have to scan them in), but really, drawing by hand is much easier . . . all of my stuff that's been computer colored has been drawn on the comp, which I've found is much more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet has been slugging away . . . it's very sad. I just realized, I signed up for the secret santa thing on SJ and don't really have a nice running comic for them to make a guest comic for or anything . . . ooops. I kinda feel bad for whosever gotten me, cause I'm thinking of taking those down and just doing the 19 crazies and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to do a picture for my secret santa . . . so I have to read her comic first &gt;_&lt;.  I also have to work on Eric's present and finish watching the coffee prince!  I'm almost done with the series :D.  So no story ideas for now, maybe later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942112869239315529-1662600707233634417?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/1662600707233634417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=1662600707233634417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/1662600707233634417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/1662600707233634417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2007/12/heh-heh-oops.html' title='heh heh oops'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-9220802472877291543</id><published>2007-12-14T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T23:17:09.267-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the galaxy song'/><title type='text'>Ranting Away</title><content type='html'>uuuuuugh!  I cannot for the life of me draw tonight (or last night) and it's killing me!  I want to draw, but everything I do draw comes out distorted and missproportional!  It's awful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention I'm not on my own computer right now becasue it can't connect to the internet, so I can't watch any movies or anything and this one that I'm on (the home desktop) is really old and shitty and it's sound is messed up on it.  I dunno why my laptop can't configure the internet.  Gah I'm frustrated.  All I want to do is draw and I can't.  I just got home and I'm stressed becasue I'm having issues sleeping at night and I can't connect to the internet, this desktop can't even keep up with my typing - I mean, I know I type fast, but I don't type that fast.  I must say that I do like the rocking chair I get to lean in and that I get to type in my lap and have the mouse on the handle, while the screen is in front of me.  It's pretty comfy, though, sometimes I can't read the writing because it's too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got As in all of my classes :D  isn't that excitng?  Brad made fun of me for being so happy about my grades, but you know, he's not even in college, so fuck him.  Ugh, I don't know why I'm in such a bad mood.  I should just go to bed.  Like now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with Eric today and fell asleep watching the Bourne Ultimatum with my family, oops.  The dog came and licked me, though.  I woke up to my dog kissing me on the lips - blagh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, though, that I'm glad finals are over.  It's nice to be able to relax, I only wish that I could draw . . . I really want to, but everyone I draw is out of proportion and hideous and I cna't get it to looks right.  It's killing me.  I'm gonna try again in the morning, I think.  Finals week was really stressful, I can't believe that I pulled off a 4.0 :D  It was a nice surprise.  I do believe that the main reason that I survived my astronomy test, though, was becasue I had the galaxy song stuck in my head!  I'm goign to post that on the side bar, just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BDkyR_rGrqU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BDkyR_rGrqU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad's texting me and won't leave me alone - mike, too for that matter.  I'm so grumpy right now, it's not a good time to be texting me!  Urg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I think I'm going to ask someone on smackjeeves to help me out with making a comic becasue I really want to make a good one and I want to continue doing it, but I need someone to help me with ideas and coloring and lineart maybe, I dunno.  It'd be nice to have a prtner.  I don't want someone who's going to only write and me only color or me only write and them only color.  I want it to be more of a group effort and that way I'll keep going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently gotten the story idea for Wingwalker back in my head . .  it sounds interesting.  I'm thinking instead of making her a mutant from the start having her fall from the plane into the water and then one of the mutuants biting her to save her life.  A mutant's bite will turn you into them, but but all the way.  And so on and so forth.  I think I'm going to type all my ideas in my blog sometime tomarrwo.  Right now, there is no creative mind with me.  I'm so outta it and tired and just blagh.  I also need to write them down for a post if I want to do a sj partner thing.  I hope someone wants to partner with me!  *crosses fingers* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I have to go to bed before I bite someone's head off.  I can't relieve my frustrations with drwiang, either, it makes things difficult.  Oh well, what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unitl next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942112869239315529-9220802472877291543?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/9220802472877291543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=9220802472877291543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/9220802472877291543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/9220802472877291543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2007/12/ranting-away.html' title='Ranting Away'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-7599393266268438017</id><published>2007-12-09T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T11:11:30.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 themes'/><title type='text'>procrastination will kill you</title><content type='html'>right now, as always, I'm procrastinating from studying . . . yeah, something needs to be done about my laziness . . . tomarrow's a big study day. I only need to get a C on my psych test to get my A and a D on my Astronomy test to get a B, and those are the only really important classes, so I've been sluffing off. I know it's bad, but what can I say? I've been downloading stock photos like none other :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to do this 100 themes challenge, it really sounds fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rules:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Credit the author of the list, place the list in your journal and let us know you are doing the challenge. You can find the list author at the bottom of our variation lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Works can be completed in any medium, including poetry and prose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Must have only one theme per piece. Do not use one piece for more than one theme. Do the themes listed below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Put a link to the piece once you have finished a theme and update the list as often as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. To be listed as taking the challenge you must be doing the whole list not just a few themes.6. No time limit on completing the list so take as long or a little time as you want with completing the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Most of all have fun this is mean to help get rid of artist block and help us become better artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. To be listed in our Hall of Fame, note us with a link to your journal list completed and you will be added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;themes variation 4:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Pessimistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Pirate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Novel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Doom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Inevitable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Idle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Vampires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Convention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Roleplaying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Skull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Voodoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Insomnia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Zombies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Weary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Candyland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Robot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Old-school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Puppets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Batman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. O RLY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Uh-oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Duel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Sound Effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Caption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Fiesta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Percent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Soap Opera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Froof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Mutation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Skeleton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Ninja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Bugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Effort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Bandaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. WRYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Imaginary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Fly Me to the Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Discovery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Adhesive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Underworld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. KAWAII DESU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Mecha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Video Game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Crisis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Working Hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Hardly Working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Clone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Clumsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Cursed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Awesomeness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Annoyance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Misunderstanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Fantasia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Puppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yeah, I also have to make a present for Eric XD I'm a horrible person and haven't drawn him anything yet. I'll have to start working on something or other - soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942112869239315529-7599393266268438017?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/7599393266268438017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=7599393266268438017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/7599393266268438017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/7599393266268438017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2007/12/procrastination-will-kill-you.html' title='procrastination will kill you'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-2025675101371243413</id><published>2007-12-09T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T12:48:05.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finals'/><title type='text'>. . . and here we go again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/winterweardonechinfixed.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" height="312" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/winterweardonechinfixed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, last night was a little rough, so I made some emo artXD(bigger version on sheezy or DA) My friends ditched me to go to a party - didn't even ask me. Mike was in my room when they called him, he just left without saying anything. I knew they would go somewhere, but I figured they'd be back soon. After an hour or two, I sent Mike a text asking where they went and he said they were in his room and going to go to a party. He said that they didn't think I would want to go. Well, thanks for even asking. So I sat in my room all night long by myself doing nothing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drew this lineart and then had to have something to do with it. so I saw somethings like this on the itnernet and decided to make one. I'm not a huge fan of how it turned out. There are many things I don't like - like the mouth, the scarf, and the chin. I kinda like how I colored the scarf and hat really loosely, though, I might try something else like that later. Maybe color a face loose like that would be nice. I dunno, always looking for new ways to color because I'm so bad at it. I think I want to draw a pretty asian boy ^^, with arm warmers! I really want to draw armwarmers and pretty hair . . . I feel like such a fangirl . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm also thinking of making a tutorial on how to make good lineart. I know I'm not great, but I found that a lot of people don't do their lineart on the computer and when they do, it tends to be just darkening pencil sketches. I also it'd be cool to share how I do it. Also, it may get my name out on drunkduck, which would be nice, but I have to have a comic first. I think I'm going to make that comic "19 crazies and me" and get at least five pages before I start posting, and post it on both drunkduck and smackjeeves and then maybe sign up for onlinecomics.net.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I also wanted to make a myspace where I could share my stuff, but we'll see how that goes. Myspace doesn't really like me. I know that I need to start posting and talking more on Sheezy and DA so that I can get out there more. I need more viewers! I know it's conceded, but I really want people to look at my stuff and that way more people will look at my comics, ect. and lord only knows what a fan-base could do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before all that, comes finals. Ugh, I already took two. I think I did really well on my theatre final. For art we just got our portfolios back and I got an A in art! She even took one of my pictures to put in the foundations show, which is pretty exciting :D. She said at midterm that I was between an A and a B, but she could tell that I worked hard and that my stuff really improved, so that was pretty awesome :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have two more on Wednesday (astronomy and psychology) which I have to start studying for today and then I also have public speaking on Thursday which really sucks because we have to write a paper for it and then go take a test. I get to compare my first two speeches. At least she told us what to write and that it only had to be a page or two. I also can't forget to bring in that orange paper! I know i prolly will . . . just knowing me. I really don't like my public speaking teacher, she's a grad student and thinks she's all that and a bag of chips (heh, cliche useage). She grades really hard and smiles (even when she's angry which is creepy, btw). But she looks like a Who and has that underlining air of "holier than thou" and she just gets under my skin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ready to go home, though. Finals are stressing me out. I also want new classes . . . I'm starting to get sick of the ones that I have right now. I like psych and ast and art, but I'd like to start learning other things, too. Next semester should be fun with creative writing: short story, a movie-making class, science fiction and fantasy literature, computer animation 1 (yay!), and then philosophy might even be fun. And depending on weather or not I get a scholarship from AAU I might be taking art history online, which isn't fun, but needs to be done. I don't think I'm going to take short story online, though, I might wait and either take it at AAU or online through them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't wait to go to art school, I am so looking forward to it. I mean, hell, art all the time, what more could you ask for? My dad is still freaking out that I won't come back, but I will - can't get rid of me that easily. :D We're goign to skiing together soon, I'm going through school and he's going on his own and we'll meet up. It should be fun, apparently Steamboat has a lot of snow right now! We're leaving on the second. I need to ask my mom what she wants me to do about parking and all . . . if she's going to drive me or if I need to get a parking permit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to make a poster for next semester which says "hard-work beats talkent when talent doesn't work hard" because I need to remember that. I'm not overly talented, so I need to work hard to do what I really want to do for the rest of my life. Nothing can stop me as far as I'm concerned. I have an idea what I want to do and I'm goign for it. My main reason for going to art school is because I want to be the best I can be. I know I'm lazy, and I'm not always motivated, but I want to be happy doing what I love for the rest of my life and I know that if I don't get working, that it won't happen. I might make my poster by hand because making it on the computer and then printing it would cost like sixty bucks. So not cheep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I also might dig out my old scanner at home . . . and if I can find them, the drivers. I really want to be able to scan the stuff I do by hand because I suck at taking pictures and that's all I can really do right now. It's small enough that it should fit on my desk, too (so long as I move my shit around hehe, my desk is a clutter fuck).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm moving into Jessica's room next semester, I'm kinda worried about how that's going to go. Me and her are very different and we'll both almost always be in there which might get on my nerves because I'm such a private person. I hope our scheduals are all at different times. I knwo tha's mean, but what can I say? I also am going to try and get a night job on mondays, wednesdays, and sundays. My friends will never see me haha. I really could use a job, though. I'm goign to apply tomarrow. It's telemarketing, so I might be good at it after my experience as a receptionist - haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, anyways, I've procrastinated really too long, I have to start studying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bai bai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942112869239315529-2025675101371243413?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/2025675101371243413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=2025675101371243413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/2025675101371243413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/2025675101371243413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-here-we-go-again.html' title='. . . and here we go again'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-3766459302808951699</id><published>2007-12-07T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T16:04:56.364-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>*gasp* drawing for fun??? wtf is that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I finally got to draw by hand for fun because my art class is over! So I did the female samurai on and off for a couple hours. It won't be posted anywhere else until I get a scan of it, The picture is really crappy because a. I take shitty pictures, and b. the camera is shitty. :P I tried to fix it up in photoshop, but it's still a mess from a bad picture take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/femalesamuraibadscan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/femalesamuraibadscan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4942112869239315529-3766459302808951699?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/3766459302808951699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=3766459302808951699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/3766459302808951699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/3766459302808951699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-finally-got-to-draw-by-hand-for-fun.html' title='*gasp* drawing for fun??? wtf is that?'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-7878613645892016147</id><published>2007-12-07T15:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T17:08:24.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>currently in my world . . .</title><content type='html'>Alright, well, I had a blog on &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/"&gt;http://www.xanga.com/&lt;/a&gt;, but I abandoned it because it had my emo years in it, and I'd like to leave those behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm having fun at college, finals start tomarrow, I'm really doing this in an attempt to avoid studying (and it's working very well) My test tomarrow is theatre, and I can't tell you how much I hate that class, it drives me a up a wall. It's so boring and in my opinion, stupid. I thought that it'd be a fun class, but let me tell you, theatre 101 sucks. Hopefully the test won't be hard. I'm not very worried becasue I have over a 100% in the class. The other classes that I'm more worried about are psych and astronomy (wich is suprisingly difficult).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for next semester, though, I'm sick of the classes that I am currently in. I'm ready for new ones. I'm horribly sick of theatre and public speaking, mainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spacing and don' tknow what I'm trying to say now, so I'm gonna leave this be before I sound like an idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942112869239315529-7878613645892016147?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/7878613645892016147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=7878613645892016147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/7878613645892016147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/7878613645892016147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2007/12/alright-well-i-had-blog-on-httpwww.html' title='currently in my world . . .'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942112869239315529.post-412025817167067345</id><published>2007-12-07T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T14:44:34.774-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the beginning'/><title type='text'>In the beginning . . .</title><content type='html'>there was toast . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I figured I'm in college and I prolly want to try to get my name out there as much as possible, so I thought I'd start a blog.  I want to be able to post what's going on and how I'm doing stuff and all  . .  . don't wanna forget it later.  I'll post some pictures I've drawn, talk about what's goign on, ect.  So lets put everything together . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942112869239315529-412025817167067345?l=torr3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/feeds/412025817167067345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942112869239315529&amp;postID=412025817167067345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/412025817167067345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942112869239315529/posts/default/412025817167067345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torr3.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-beginning.html' title='In the beginning . . .'/><author><name>Torr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06728515106178781422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/stainedglass/eyeiconslightlybigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
