<?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-20178612</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:49:39.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Does It Always Rain on Me?</title><subtitle type='html'>Oh, where did the blue skies go?
&lt;br&gt;And why is it raining so?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Saint Jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681867465054833029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.reject.org/fatman/cats/socute.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20178612.post-114564998254744980</id><published>2006-04-21T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T14:22:29.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead.</title><content type='html'>Ok. You guys want a post? I'll give you a post. Life Sucks. There, the end. That's all. oh, now you wanna know why don't you? Can't you just keep your nose out of my life? Huh? Fine, I'll tell you. But It's not pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks. Easter Break is supposed to be happy right? Nope. It sucked. My grandpa died and we had the funeral on saturday, and calling hours on good friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Sucks. You know, I don't like saying bad stuff about people, but I just can't stand it anymore. Desi's depressed, no matter how much she doesn't, there are obvious signs Des, you have to admit it. And I tired of it. I am honestly tired of it. I dread the days you don't come to school, because I know when you come back, I'll get the same old. "You hate me. You liked it when I was gone. No one likes me. Everyone hates band. Jodan hates me. No one like the trombone. Everyone's talking about me. I hate chris and Joe. They're fat and ugly." It's never different. And it's killing me! I want to scream, just scream at her, but I don't want to loose her as a friend. I want to support her, through depression and stuff, but I feel like I'm not getting anything out of it myself. I feel like it's hurting me more than it's hurting her. I don't want to be mean to you Desi. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But, I just don't know what to do anymore. I don't know how I can help you other than telling you things aren't that bad. And I'm sorry that's all I can give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Saint Jimmy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20178612-114564998254744980?l=sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/114564998254744980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20178612&amp;postID=114564998254744980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/114564998254744980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/114564998254744980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-not-dead.html' title='I&apos;m not dead.'/><author><name>Saint Jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681867465054833029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.reject.org/fatman/cats/socute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20178612.post-114150704831196499</id><published>2006-03-04T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T13:17:28.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Podcast...</title><content type='html'>I downloaded the BulbaCast podcast thing for our itunes. It's funny. they talk about the new show and how gravity affects peoples hair. It's hilarious! I wanna make one! Really bad!! But it won't tell me how! Grr...If anyone out there knows how, please tell me. I really wanna make one! &lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. Yesterday, I was sooooooooo happy. I couldn't stop smiling! It was great! And, I flushed Barb's note down the toilet! IT WAS SO AWESOME! ^.^ &lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, good bye. there's nothing else to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Whatsername&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20178612-114150704831196499?l=sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/114150704831196499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20178612&amp;postID=114150704831196499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/114150704831196499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/114150704831196499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/2006/03/podcast.html' title='Podcast...'/><author><name>Saint Jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681867465054833029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.reject.org/fatman/cats/socute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20178612.post-114142177397190442</id><published>2006-03-03T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T13:36:14.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Platypus (I Hate You)</title><content type='html'>Platypus (I hate you) &lt;br /&gt;Album: Nimrod &lt;br /&gt;Written by Billie Joe Armstrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your rise and fall&lt;br /&gt;Back up against the wall&lt;br /&gt;What goes around is coming back and haunting you&lt;br /&gt;It's time to quit&lt;br /&gt;Cause you ain't worth the s***&lt;br /&gt;Under my shoes or the p*** on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one loves you and you know it&lt;br /&gt;Don't pretend that you enjoy it or you don't care&lt;br /&gt;Cause now I wouldn't lie or tell&lt;br /&gt;you all the things you want to hear&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you're sick&lt;br /&gt;Sucked on that cancer stick&lt;br /&gt;A throbbing tumor and a radiation high&lt;br /&gt;Shit out of luck&lt;br /&gt;And now your time is up&lt;br /&gt;It brings me pleasure just to know you're going to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D***head, f***face, c*** smoking, mother f***ing,&lt;br /&gt;A**hole, dirty twat, waste of s****, I hope you die HEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red eye, code blue&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to strangle you&lt;br /&gt;And watch your eyes bulge right out of your skull&lt;br /&gt;When you go down&lt;br /&gt;Head first into the ground&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand above you just to p*** on your grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I feel like right now. I'm done with Barb. I wrote her a note, saying how I feel, and she denied everything.:&lt;br /&gt;Kelly,&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;         What the chicken? I've been trying to get your blog address for weeks! But you didn't give me your address so how the chickne am I supposed to get it?! I asked you before and you always give me some lame excuse not to! And MAlinda was really cruel, and she's mean to tons of people. And I am not mean to Desi. She tells me, "All the boys are ball hogs and the fat people yell at me for not getting it." And I say to her, "It's okay. I've got the same problem. Just don't be afraid of the ball." And what do you know about Bo!? We're buddies in Algebra! But what would you know?! And Mark? He makes me feel solitude and remore, and going to Youth Group is like the Second Domain of the Abyss to me.&lt;br /&gt;         I dislike Greenday. Okay? But you talk about crap that offends me all the time. When yuo sent that email that said I was for woman's limitations? When you say things about homosexuals? When you talk about Youth Group? When you say all those thngs about what your mom is against? But I'll stop with the Green Day if you'll stop with the gay stuff and Youth Group stop.&lt;br /&gt;        And I don't blame everything on Malinda. She just hurts my feelings all the time.&lt;br /&gt;        If you don't want to be friends with me, I'm cool with that. the Kelly I loved and knew isn't here anymore, so oh well.&lt;br /&gt;                   -Barb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D***head, f***face, c*** smoking, mother f***ing, A**hole, dirty twat, waste of s****, I HOPE YOU DIE!&lt;br /&gt;She hurt me so much, and today, even after she gave me the damn note she acted as if it didn't matter. And I hate that. I hate that she thinks none of this matters. Almost none of that stuff is true. And even if it is she's changed it so it's not true. Like the gay thing. We had an arguement over wether gay marriage was right or not. I remembered what Mark told me, and said why I didn't thnk it was right. You know, with the whole God and Jesus thing. And she said, "No, that's not true." IT'S RIGHT OUT OF THE FRIKKIN' BIBLE! MARK PRACTICALY READ IT TO ME! I know my memory's not great, but I would remember something like that!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I'm just really pissed right now. But, the whole thing's only making me madder, not sad. I was kinda hoping to make her cry this morning, but I only got this damn note. Sorry about my langauge, at least I'm saying it to people though. I almost did, but I caught myself.&lt;br /&gt;And you people on neopets. QUIT BUYING EVERYTHING OUT OF MY DAMN SHOP! IT TAKE'S FOREVER TO STOCK THAT SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Whatsername&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20178612-114142177397190442?l=sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/114142177397190442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20178612&amp;postID=114142177397190442' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/114142177397190442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/114142177397190442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/2006/03/platypus-i-hate-you.html' title='Platypus (I Hate You)'/><author><name>Saint Jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681867465054833029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.reject.org/fatman/cats/socute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20178612.post-114116502324645663</id><published>2006-02-28T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T14:18:13.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barb.</title><content type='html'>I know why she doesn't like Green Day! She thinks they're sexist. How is American Idiot sexist? They hate bush! I figured she'd like that, but no. She hates them. How can they be sexist if they sing songs about 'liking' girls! I just don't get Barb anymore. She wants my e-mail, how 'bout I post it on here, so you guys that don't have my e-mail can e-mail me, and I can see if she'll actualy go to my bloggie. &lt;br /&gt;x_tacokitten_x@verizon.net&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a post today during Study today, but I lost it. So, when I find it, I'll post it. &lt;br /&gt;I was really deep in thought during study Hall, and I thought up a new song name and alreaady have some of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g2g my mom wants me 2 help make dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Whatsername~Again~?~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20178612-114116502324645663?l=sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/114116502324645663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20178612&amp;postID=114116502324645663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/114116502324645663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/114116502324645663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/2006/02/barb.html' title='Barb.'/><author><name>Saint Jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681867465054833029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.reject.org/fatman/cats/socute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20178612.post-114100070336229077</id><published>2006-02-26T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T16:39:36.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde is back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.greendayauthority.com/Picture_Vault/albums/userpics/10012/blonde2.jpg"&gt; Blonde's almost as sexy as black. But now i'm gonna has to change my charrie's hair color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The logo contest is almost over. I don't know why I"m expecting to win. I at least want them to post it under 'Honorable Mentions'. lol. That would make me feel better. But even if I don't win. I know my pics don't suck! I drew a horrible looking Billie joe, or at least it loooked bad to me, when I was bored at this party my mom drug us to. And this lady liked it so much that I drew a quick Mike and Tré and just gave it to her! and then, when we left, they all told me, "Keep drawing, you're really good." Oh if they could only see Emily Rose. Which reminds me:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/view/29632141/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing a big sketch of her. And, like it says on there, I'm seriously thinking about making a zip-up hoodie with her on it. It'd be sooooo awesome! On the front, It'd be her, with it faded out into a circle. And underneath, really teeny, would be sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com. I thought about putting 'Why Does It Always Rain On Me?" on the back too. But I'm not sure yet. It'd be a lot of that special paper stuff, and I don't know how much we have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is way off topic, but are there any Lost fans out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img scr="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/SuperLemonBar/|F|A|T|E|.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. Yep. It's me, Charlie style.&lt;br /&gt;And what the heck does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/SuperLemonBar/Picture5.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the hieroglyphics they showed when it got down to zero. I wanna know what they mean!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gotta go. I have to finish that brochure crap for science...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~W~H~A~T~S~E~R~N~A~M~E~ ~A~G~A~I~N~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20178612-114100070336229077?l=sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/114100070336229077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20178612&amp;postID=114100070336229077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/114100070336229077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/114100070336229077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/2006/02/blonde-is-back.html' title='Blonde is back!'/><author><name>Saint Jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681867465054833029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.reject.org/fatman/cats/socute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20178612.post-114082552920536227</id><published>2006-02-24T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T15:58:49.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I have to be so smart?</title><content type='html'>I feel bad for my sister, Carly. My dad, i guess, expects her to be as smart as me. And I don't like that. She cried today when he made a big deal on how she made a sentence. It wasn't that bad, I mean, at least it made sense.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to start getting bad grades, just to help my sister. But something needs to be done. She's good at math, she's been playing this computer game called 'Jumpstart First Grade Math' and she's pretty good on it. I thought about challenging her. Like making my own game and trying to beat her score. She only needs 3 more "Magic Dog-Tags". Yeah, i know, weird. &lt;br /&gt;She's hovering over me now so I'm gonna go. &lt;br /&gt;Bye,&lt;br /&gt;Whatsername&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I made up a new charrie called 'Emily Rose'. That's her pic on the side board thingy. ^.^ You can use it to link to me.&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20178612-114082552920536227?l=sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/114082552920536227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20178612&amp;postID=114082552920536227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/114082552920536227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/114082552920536227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-do-i-have-to-be-so-smart.html' title='Why do I have to be so smart?'/><author><name>Saint Jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681867465054833029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.reject.org/fatman/cats/socute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20178612.post-114064285057408007</id><published>2006-02-22T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T13:16:52.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog Name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs9/f/2006/052/0/7/fox.swf"&gt;Watch this...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about changing my blog name. I'm not so sad any more, and 'WDIAROM?' doesn't really suit me any more. I thought about making it another Green Day Song title. Or maybe a title from one of the songs I *cough* made up myself and hid in my room where you will never ever ever find it no matter how hard you look. *cough* Yeah. that's what I do when I'm up really late. And i'm not very proud of them yet. Except Sleepless. I already have a tune for it and everything. and no, I'm not singing it for you! But I'll post the lyrics for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless&lt;br /&gt;By, Whatsername Again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Why is my mind,&lt;br /&gt;playing all these,&lt;br /&gt;trick on me?&lt;br /&gt;Is it something I said?&lt;br /&gt;Is it something I did today?&lt;br /&gt;Is it something i said?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is i wish it would stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I&lt;br /&gt;just shut my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and take a break?&lt;br /&gt;Is it something I said?&lt;br /&gt;Is it something I did today?&lt;br /&gt;Is it something i said?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is i wish it would stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyelids feel so heavy,&lt;br /&gt;droopin' all the while.&lt;br /&gt;but when i try &lt;br /&gt;and shut my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm wide awake all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why can't I sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't i sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't i sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't i sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is....I wish it would stop....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one's ok. I guess. I made another one too, that I just found, called Speak. I think I'm gonna change the name, but Speak will do for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak&lt;br /&gt;again, by Whatsername Again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't speak today,&lt;br /&gt;I'm mixin' up words&lt;br /&gt;And no one can quite tell just what I'm thinkin'&lt;br /&gt;*drums*&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;Is it a fish tank, or a tish fank?&lt;br /&gt;A lollipop, or a pollilop?&lt;br /&gt;A green day, or a dreen gay?&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY DON'T CARE!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Woo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tongue's in a knot&lt;br /&gt;I'm making up my own words&lt;br /&gt;with syllables and letter you ain't never seen before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I've been usin'&lt;br /&gt;Tongue twisters all day,&lt;br /&gt;I can't even start to say&lt;br /&gt;one five times fast.&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;Is it a grumpy dad, or a drumpy gad?&lt;br /&gt;some boxer shorts shorts, or soxer bhorts?&lt;br /&gt;a mashed potato, or a pashed motato?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is...&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is...&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is...&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY DON'T CARE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*pop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like how Speak turned out at all. I'm gonna change the lyrics when I get around to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Whatsername&lt;br /&gt;(I'll try to post more often, ok?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20178612-114064285057408007?l=sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/114064285057408007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20178612&amp;postID=114064285057408007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/114064285057408007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/114064285057408007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-blog-name.html' title='New Blog Name?'/><author><name>Saint Jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681867465054833029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.reject.org/fatman/cats/socute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20178612.post-113916796388169496</id><published>2006-02-05T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T11:32:45.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>My dads going insane. My grandpa keeps calling us and saying he thinks he took the wrong pills, when he didn't. My dad took him to the doctor's, just to prove it to him. The doctor even said he's in perfect condition. But, he's not good...mentaly. He's not making any sense at all. And it's ruining my dad. He spent the entire night over at grandpa's, too afraid to leave him by himself. My mom went over there too so i had to stay home and watch my sisters. I just wish my dad would talk about it with someone, instead of keeping it all inside him. I know he hates doing this by himself. His brother and sister aren't much help. His brother comes over and talks to him sometimes, but his sister...she doesn't really talk to us anymore. And if she does, her and grandpa start fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of this scares me. I don't wanna even think about this, but I don't think grandpa will be with us much longer. Mentaly or physicaly. I really want to go on that ski trip mark has been talking about, but if things don't get any better around here, i don't think I'll be able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I think I'm dealing with it, and everything else that's been going on, by drawing pictures and listening to Green Day late at night. Yes, it's improving my drawing skills. But my pictures have become more and more 'gorey'. (I think i spelled it wrong) I drew St. Jimmy, from the song, with a bleeding bullet hole in his head, saying the preamble for the Constitution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b219/SuperLemonBar/St.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's more where that came from on my photobucket account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not only are they getting 'gorey'... I almost said the f word on the bus. Honestly. Kelly, the kid who would never even think of saying such a thing, almost said the f word on the bus. So, I stopped listening to american idiot. I made myself a G-rated version of it, with just the G rated Green Day songs that I own and, that's what I've been listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And things aren't going too well with Barb. She still thinks Desi and me are fighting, since she was absent the day Desi and me made up. She blames it all on Malinda, and I explained what's going on to Malinda and told her it's not her fault. Cuz Malinda did think it was her fault. You know what Barb said to me? She said. "I invited Desi to youth group, and I'm not going unless she does." Desi doesn't like youth group, or at least from what I saw. She's so shy, and she doesn't know anyone there. To tell you the truth, I think she was a bit scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to finish my report thing. All I have done is PIRATES written in huge letter across the top of the poster board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Whatsername&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20178612-113916796388169496?l=sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/113916796388169496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20178612&amp;postID=113916796388169496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/113916796388169496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/113916796388169496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/2006/02/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Saint Jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681867465054833029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.reject.org/fatman/cats/socute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20178612.post-113874800210225424</id><published>2006-01-31T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T14:53:22.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She gets so sick of cryin'...</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted anything, mainly because I was too afraid you would all get mad at me when I posted something about you. But, I don't care anymore. Barb doesn't come here very much, and I don't care if she sees this anyways. She needs to know. Barb almost made me cry today. (Dang, I knew this would happen, you got me crying again.) It's so frikkin' hard to hold this all in when you yell at me. I don't know where barb come in at all in this fight. And I don't care if it's just PMS, but Barb's gotta stop. I feel like Desi is being left behind by all of us, and when I try to grab her hand and pull her along with us, Barb's right behind her the whole time telling her not to. I don't care if Barb's responsible for Desi hating me, and i so wish I could have her as a friend again, I miss Desi, I truly do. But when she doesn't want to talk to me, well, that's not helping anything. i've thought a lot about it, and, Barb's never really there for me. I helped her through her depression, I stuck beside her and introduced her to people that could help. But when I try to talk to you about my feelings. (Here come the tears again) I feel that barb's not listening. Barb zones out, and then says. "What did you say?" I tried to talk to barb about Desi, but you just yelled at me. And I just want to smack her. I feel that I've been barb's friend for nothing. Barb's never been friends with Desi until just now, barb doesn't know anything about her family life. And when I try to explain that it's not  Malinda who caused Desi to be so depressed, that her family life isn't all that great Barb just tells me to tell Malinda to back off. I liked spending time with Barb, but if it's going to be this way, I'll take Mark's advice and just avoid her completely. Mark said "If she really wants to be my friend she'll come to me. There's no reason for her to be this mean. And I know, she thinks she has a good reason, sticking up for Desi and all, and i respect that. But by doing this, you've made our fight even worse. I can't concentrate during class anymore. I find myself drawing and listening to my CD player more often, just to make myself feel better. And now, I'm even going to start telling my dad what's going on. i thought, actually, I had hoped, that this was just a little fight, and that it would be over once we learned to communicate better, but it's a lot like what happened in 5th grade when I went home and cried every night. But this time, instead of keeping it from him, I'm going to tell him, and my mom, what's really going on at school, maybe they can help me. I know Mark has helped me, maybe it doesn't show, but he's given me great advice, and I'm hoping, since they are my parents, they can help me out too. but I'm taking Marks advice for sure, and I'll just completely avoid her. I'll tell Malinda what's going on and she can help me out too. My mom said friends come and go, and I never thought I'd have to be the one to say good bye. But after I spent Monday with you and talked about how i missed Desi. Then when Desi came back and said I probably didn't miss her at all. Barb had the nerve to agree with her! AND BARB YOU WERE THERE WITH ME ALL FRIKKIN' DAY! I SPENT THE WHOLE ACTIVITY PERIOD WITH YOU AND YOU SAY I DON'T SPEND ENOUGH TIME WITH YOU?!?! It just makes me so mad, and I find it hard to concentrate on school work now, I afraid I'm going to get bad grades in classes I know I'm good at. And i don't wanna start being one of those obsessive freaks who cry because they missed one question on the test and couldn't get the full A. And *sigh*, it makes me just so sad and mad and confused and...everything all jumbled together. I'm so lost and confused. And Malinda seems to be the only one who talks to me. And Barb even said that. "Everyone hates you now. Except Malinda." Either that or she said it about Malinda. I don't remember which, and I don't want her yelling at me for that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days he feels like dyin', she gets so sick of cryin'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Whatsername&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20178612-113874800210225424?l=sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/113874800210225424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20178612&amp;postID=113874800210225424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/113874800210225424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/113874800210225424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/2006/01/she-gets-so-sick-of-cryin.html' title='She gets so sick of cryin&apos;...'/><author><name>Saint Jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681867465054833029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.reject.org/fatman/cats/socute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20178612.post-113796602465553930</id><published>2006-01-22T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T13:40:24.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>xXStJimmyXx</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5/2017/1600/Picture%201.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5/2017/320/Picture%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;I'm thinking about making my petpage into a screenies page. I love screenies! And If I was able to make them myself I would love that! I figured out how to take a screenshot. See i'll take one right now. I'll post it up there then. Cool huh? It's soo much fun too! I'm making a banner for his pet page now (xXStJimmyXx) he's really vute. i thought about drawing a picture of him then posting it, but I dunno. I'll post it when it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a movie with Dearly Beloved (Malinda) today. I know, i know, ha ha, you nasty perverts! No, we did not make out in the back. We sat, like, all the way up front, and got popcorn all over! It was fun! lol. Yeah, and she kept sending me text messages after that and made me scream in the middle of Claire's. It was scary! Have you ever had  something vibrate on your butt?! It's very scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' much else happened. We went to hot topic! I got a sexy GD pillow case! When I get a chance I'll take a picture of it and post it for you guys. Ok? Oh, and I got GD shoelaces too. I'll take a piccy of them too! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good bye. My dad wants me to get off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Whatsername&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20178612-113796602465553930?l=sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/113796602465553930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20178612&amp;postID=113796602465553930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/113796602465553930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/113796602465553930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/2006/01/xxstjimmyxx.html' title='xXStJimmyXx'/><author><name>Saint Jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681867465054833029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.reject.org/fatman/cats/socute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20178612.post-113674930772210830</id><published>2006-01-08T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T13:21:49.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a long kiss good night and everything will be alright...</title><content type='html'>I didn't like having a cus word in the other one. I guess i'll just live with sketchy rainbow for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I debated on wheter to tell you guys this or not, but I decided, and I so hope I'm right, that you guys can read this and be mature enough not to laugh at me, or bring it up in any conversation we have off the internet. It's over and done with, i don't wanna talk about it any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaitee, i read what you wrote, and what you said is true. I absolutly hate being the one in the middle. It seems that by not choosing sides I get stuck being called two-faced just to stay friends. I guess that's just how i am. I'd rather be called two-faced than loose a friend. But, I like the fact that people can come and talk to me. I'm not saying I hate talking to you. I'll listen to you guys any time. I just don't like being stuck in the middle of a fight. Like during the 'Barb and Kaitee War', yes I agreed with Kaitee that Barb could be a bit of a hypocrite at times, and yes, i also agreed with Barb that Kaitee could be a little prepish at times. But I couldn't agree completely wiht one or the other. Unfortunantly I realized that after I called Kaitee, a, well, a female dog. And Kaitee I'd give anything to take that back. Anything at all. I was a stupid kid then, and maybe I'm still one now. But now i realize how much that hurt you, and I'm never going to forgive myself for it. But now it's me and Desi fighting. And I can't figure out what i did wrong. Yes, i know i told kylie. And that was wrong of me, I never should've said anything to her. at all. but you can't keep all your emotions bottled up inside you. Believe me i know...that's why I've never told anyone...well...I guess it's time for me to let it go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth and sixth grade were the worst years of my life. And Darby Elder made it that way. (Yes, I used your full name on the internet and now the stalkers will find you! MWA-HA-AH!) She literaly insulted me, constanly, and basicaly ruined my self esteem. She called me ugly, a lesbian, etc. and the pretended as if nothing happened and was my friend. But I could never forgive her. she actualy made me think about running away before. She made me hate myself. Which is probaly why I critize myself so much now. But I had to be her partner in LA a few months ago. and after 2 years, only 2, she didn't even remember what she did. She said "Hi kelly." And tried to be my friend. And of course I let her. I forgive people a lot easier than most people think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I've let go of mine Desi, you let go of yours. Even if it's on a note that you throw away after you wirte it, or in a diary. But it feels a lot better once you do it. Trust me. i feel a lot better now. And I've been hanging onto that for 4 years. Since the beginning of 5th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~whatsername&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20178612-113674930772210830?l=sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/113674930772210830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20178612&amp;postID=113674930772210830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/113674930772210830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/113674930772210830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/2006/01/give-me-long-kiss-good-night-and.html' title='Give me a long kiss good night and everything will be alright...'/><author><name>Saint Jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681867465054833029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.reject.org/fatman/cats/socute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20178612.post-113632473786813413</id><published>2006-01-03T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T13:54:03.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles Of Nerdia: TheLiar, The Snitch, And The Wardroom...lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5/2017/1600/Photo%2030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5/2017/320/Photo%2030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's Franklin, my Build-a-Bear. He's sexy isn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New piccy, I'm trying to get it to upload, and it's taking FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy today, no clue why, it's just that kind of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malinda gave me 4, yes 4!, Green day piccys! WOO-HOO! Love you Malinda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing for me to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just sitting here making spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'll talk about Mr. Morkle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Morkel is my science teacher, and he's about the biggest pervert I have ever met. He says he goes to Amusment Parks, just to looook at girls in Bikinis..and he always, ALWAYS comes up with something disgusting to go along with our lessons. Like "Volcanos are constipated." and "The mountains look like boobs." or "HA! We're looking at mineral clevage on the TV screen, don't go hom and tell your parents." It's just disgusting. and I think he's insane. He'll yell for no apparent reason. Mr. Kirby does too, but it's funny when he does. Mr. Morkel's just downright scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i have to go...buh-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sketchy Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;(And yes Malinda...Max Sharp)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20178612-113632473786813413?l=sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/113632473786813413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20178612&amp;postID=113632473786813413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/113632473786813413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/113632473786813413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/2006/01/chronicles-of-nerdia-theliar-snitch.html' title='The Chronicles Of Nerdia: TheLiar, The Snitch, And The Wardroom...lol'/><author><name>Saint Jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681867465054833029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.reject.org/fatman/cats/socute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20178612.post-113606162855259489</id><published>2005-12-31T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T12:40:28.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait for Elmo to go through puberty, I hope he gets a barritone voice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5/2017/1600/Photo%209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5/2017/320/Photo%209.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm back, and I swear I went insane there. Before I left, I talked like a normal person, excpet for the umm and uhh's every once in a while. Now, I'll go 'yeah!' when someone says something I like. Or even if they don't. &lt;br /&gt;And we gave each other nicknames. &lt;br /&gt;Mark is Stud Muffin&lt;br /&gt;Kyle is Sketchy Kyle&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy is Saint Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;Christine is Christinealynn&lt;br /&gt;And I am Kickin' Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! Dang, I did it again. I need to stop, at least before I go to school.&lt;br /&gt;That picture up there was just posted onto sheezyart. if you go to xrainbowx.sheezyart.com, you can see it along with the others that I'm posting. Ye-....*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't have time to type much. I have to finish my 'report on pirates'. Which apparently I could've brought with me to NY and Mark would've helped me. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we didn't just go to NY. We went to...CANADA! YEAH! Crap... &lt;br /&gt;Me and Christine pointed at Canadians and yelled "Look a canadian!" the whole ride through it. Mark cussed out a couple in the car. It was pretty funny in the car, considering me and christine had been up since 5...well, we fell asleep again and woke up at 6:30 but still. So i was hyper all day, cuz apparently that's what no sleep does to me. And on the ride back to NY, where we were sleeping I talked non-stop. And Mark said "Kelly, you didn't get much sleep last night did you?" &lt;br /&gt;Well, I g2g. I'm posting those piccys and fixing my neopets account at the same time and it's loading very slowy...so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;buh-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sketch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20178612-113606162855259489?l=sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/113606162855259489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20178612&amp;postID=113606162855259489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/113606162855259489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/113606162855259489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-cant-wait-for-elmo-to-go-through.html' title='I can&apos;t wait for Elmo to go through puberty, I hope he gets a barritone voice.'/><author><name>Saint Jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681867465054833029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.reject.org/fatman/cats/socute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20178612.post-113564547411674470</id><published>2005-12-26T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T17:04:34.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.neopets.com/images/frontpage/lg_xmas_2005.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a good Christmas? I did. Except that i had to get rid of xanga. Oh well. I got International Superhits, The Chicken Little Soundtrack, Eeyore PJs, an Eeyore necklace, Eeyore sheets, the 12th Series of Unfortunant Events book, Shaman King hotwheels cars, a Harry Potter Coloring book, a Corpse Bride hoodie, a Harry Potter T-shirt, and a Corpse Bride T-Shirt. Oh, and Marshmellow Peeps, and I can barely stand not to eat the marshmellowy goodness of the sacred Peeps. *drools* They are sacred. I only get them on Holidays, which sucks. They should be their own food group. lol. I sound like a frikkin' drug addict. Oh well. So...what did you guys get for christmas? Yes, Sketchy the marshmellow peep addict, wants to know what you got for christmas. And, I also want to know, how many times the CD has to have the f word on it before they put 'Parental Advisory' on it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I'll miss you guys. I'm leaving tomorrow for New York and won't be back until friday. So, I guess this is good-bye...*waves and skips away merrily while humming the tune for Jesus of Suburbia*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sketchy Rainbow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20178612-113564547411674470?l=sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/113564547411674470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20178612&amp;postID=113564547411674470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/113564547411674470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/113564547411674470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/2005/12/bye.html' title='Bye.'/><author><name>Saint Jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681867465054833029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.reject.org/fatman/cats/socute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20178612.post-113554325132728687</id><published>2005-12-25T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T12:40:51.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Some of you may know me from xanga.com/rakketytammacburl. I left. My dad said I'm not allowed to use it anymore. So this, is my new blog. Not much, yet. But it will be. i'll pretty it up, I promise. and I'll add a CBox again ok? So don't worry, I'll be posting again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sketchy Rainbow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20178612-113554325132728687?l=sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/feeds/113554325132728687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20178612&amp;postID=113554325132728687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/113554325132728687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20178612/posts/default/113554325132728687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchyrainbow.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Saint Jimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09681867465054833029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.reject.org/fatman/cats/socute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
