<?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-6050883</id><updated>2011-12-29T21:57:55.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanishi.ngPoint</title><subtitle type='html'>Where even parallel lines meet</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-107070344299192004</id><published>2003-12-06T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T01:37:33.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Editor's note+There is a break here because all the subjects were too stressed this week to do much writing in their journals. Also because a new page of comic is being worked on and plots musn't be given away. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-107070344299192004?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/107070344299192004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/107070344299192004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107070344299192004' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-107070290748303214</id><published>2003-12-05T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T01:28:38.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Charlotte+Weekend! I'm so glad, after that terribly homework-y week, it's over! Oh joy! Now I get to... I dunno, sit around and be bored for two days. Which is better than sitting around and being stressed for five days. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-107070290748303214?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/107070290748303214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/107070290748303214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107070290748303214' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-107033989835663636</id><published>2003-11-26T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T20:38:48.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Marfius+OBSERVATIONS for NOVEMBER 26, 2003&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little better. There is a holiday approaching, Thanksgiving. From what I gather it is a feast day where turkeys are killed and eaten because farmers can no longer care for them. Something like that. I'm taking some aspirin and going back to sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-107033989835663636?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/107033989835663636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/107033989835663636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107033989835663636' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-107033946479588985</id><published>2003-11-25T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T20:31:34.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Kevin+Can you take me higher?&lt;br /&gt;To the place where blind men see?&lt;br /&gt;Can you take me higher?&lt;br /&gt;To the place with golden streets?&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we have a break from school, it's been getting a bit heavy around here with everyone being so antsy about homework and stuff. After I got home I went to Marfius' place, since he hasn't been to school in a while. I figured he must be sick or something so Gordon and I made him brownies. The poor guy's all beat up, it's sad. I offered him Gordon for a while but he just kept staring at me as if I were an alien or something. Maybe it was the shoelaces? Someone noticed?&lt;br /&gt;Wow, last time I wrote in here I was at the doctor's. I got cut off because he came in and called me. As usual they took lots of samples and I just kept quiet like I always do, even though he's not here to tell me to keep quiet. It's a habit now, I guess. The bright side to doctor's tests: there's really no way you can fail them. You just are what you are, you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-107033946479588985?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/107033946479588985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/107033946479588985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107033946479588985' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-107033890364626612</id><published>2003-11-25T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T20:24:39.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Charlotte+I'm so glad this is the last day of school for a while! I'm going insane back here. I know I shouldn't, but I sit in the back of the classroom in all my classes, so sometimes I can't see what the teacher's saying and have to copy it off Marfius. But Marfius hasn't been to school in a while so I have to get them from someone else. Perhaps David, if I weren't such a coward. &lt;em&gt;Yess, go ask him for your notes, then ask him to tolo&lt;/em&gt; My stupid mind playing havoc with my emotions and nerves and junk. But YAY! No school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-107033890364626612?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/107033890364626612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/107033890364626612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107033890364626612' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-107033870356456177</id><published>2003-11-25T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T20:18:33.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Andrea+all my plans went right down the drain. were going to my aunts house in new mexico, leaving tonight. all of us, even mona. so i guess theyll all just have to have a good weekend. this sucks majorly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-107033870356456177?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/107033870356456177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/107033870356456177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107033870356456177' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106981463578075670</id><published>2003-11-25T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T22:14:22.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+David+The paper came out today, it looks great, I almost can't believe we pulled it off. By we I mean Willheim and I, of course. Pfft, like the rest of the staff cares. But it's good, happily! And now we get Thanksgiving break. Whoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106981463578075670?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106981463578075670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106981463578075670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106981463578075670' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106981145997588749</id><published>2003-11-25T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T17:51:07.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Marfius+OBSERVATIONS for NOVEMBER 25, 2003&lt;br /&gt;No observations for 23 and 24, I didn't go to school after the scene with Andrea and Mona. Until I can see from both eyes I will not be observing correctly, I don't want any misobservations because of this. Kevin dropped by to check on me. I don't know how he knew I needed to be checked on, but he did, and he brought some brownies he and his duck made. I suppose I observed those two pretty well. It was weird to see Kevin not "bouncing off the walls" (being hyperactive) though he still had his duck, Gordon, with him. He couldn't stay too long but the brownies were good. When I anwered the door, he look at  me as if he understood what had happened. Odd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106981145997588749?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106981145997588749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106981145997588749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106981145997588749' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-10698115219390809</id><published>2003-11-24T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T20:22:22.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Charlotte+I've packed myself an emergency bag in case Mona comes around. I know that once she figures out where I live there will be no stopping her. Perhaps I should warn Lucy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-10698115219390809?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/10698115219390809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/10698115219390809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#10698115219390809' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-10702544776250395</id><published>2003-11-23T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T20:55:08.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Nick+ Wow, this weekend kicked ass.  Charlotte's party was way more fun than I thought it would be.  We played hide-n-go-seek.  That was GREAT.  Then it got better.  I stumbled across Angel in one of her hiding places.  So I hid with her.  *smiles* I never knew how much fun kissing was...  She's really good at it, I guess, I've personally never tried it before, well, like that.  Anyways, it is something I'll have to find more time for in the future...  Ok, well, I'm beat.  Talk more later.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-10702544776250395?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/10702544776250395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/10702544776250395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#10702544776250395' title=''/><author><name>Amz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323810830042309849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106965439546058984</id><published>2003-11-23T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T22:15:06.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Tom+ Well, it's safe to say this weekend was much better than last weekend.  I felt really stupid when Nick called me because David had called him, because apparently while I was drunk I called David at 2 in the morning.  That's another thing, you can never remember what you did.  Oh well, live learn, and then move on.  Thanksgiving is coming... I can't wait.  I get to go home for it.  I am going with Nick to Angel's family's.  I look forward to it.  Well, that's all for tonight. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106965439546058984?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106965439546058984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106965439546058984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106965439546058984' title=''/><author><name>Amz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323810830042309849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106965411117275970</id><published>2003-11-23T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T22:14:42.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Angel+ Man what a weekend.  I'm so tired, but sort of excited because we only have two days of school this week! Yay.  More time with Nick!  We had a great time playing hide-and-seek at the party.  I felt like a little kid again, except when Nick kissed me.  Then I felt like I died and went to Heaven.  Oh, and I found out from Nick that Tom is coming to Thanksgiving with Nick.  *in a sarcastic tone* great.  Oh well, I'll get over it...  Well, I'm going to keep it short, I'm wiped out.  Talk more this week though... Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106965411117275970?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106965411117275970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106965411117275970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106965411117275970' title=''/><author><name>Amz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323810830042309849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106981239817124653</id><published>2003-11-23T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T18:16:28.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Kevin+Father of mine, tell me where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;I just close my eyes, and the world disappears.&lt;br /&gt;Father of mine, take me back to the day,&lt;br /&gt;When I was still your golden boy,&lt;br /&gt;Back before you went insane.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in hospital waiting rooms gives me far too much time to think. Some little kid "borrowed" Gordon for a while so I have no one to talk to, so I'll write in my journal, like I am now.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got to thinking about hospital waiting rooms and how they suck and are boring but full of the feeling of people that have been there before. I always wonder if I'm sitting where someone else sat before they died. Who would want to spend so much time in a place where everyone is sick or hurt or dying? Isn't that just making it easier for Death to find us? Shouldn't we split up? Triangulate? (Equilateral or iscoceles?)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so Maggie's having her checkup right now. I forgot to mention her, if she were here I would have someone to talk to. Maggie's not afraid of the doctor like I am, since she was small when all... yeah. Did I say afraid? I meant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106981239817124653?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106981239817124653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106981239817124653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106981239817124653' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106981171980942438</id><published>2003-11-23T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T17:55:27.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Charlotte+What a surprise! Apparently Angel DIDN'T forget my birthday after all. I don't think I give her enough credit, now that I think about it. It was really fun until they turned off the lights and started a game of Hide and Seek. I'm bad at that game but I managed to not lose or be "it" too many times.&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever get that funny feeling like you're being watched?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106981171980942438?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106981171980942438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106981171980942438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106981171980942438' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106956003239337714</id><published>2003-11-22T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T20:00:40.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Kevin+I am hanging on every word you say,&lt;br /&gt;And even if you don't want to speak tonight,&lt;br /&gt;That's alright, Alright with me,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want nothing more than&lt;br /&gt;to sit outside heaven's door,&lt;br /&gt;and listen to you breathing,&lt;br /&gt;It's where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;I am soo tired. I was tired yesterday, too. Fell asleep in most of my classes. Weird, I'm not usually this tired. Couldn't go to Angel's party, so I sent my present for Charlotte along with Nick. My mom says I have a bit of a fever, too, which sucks. She wants to take me to the hospital this weekend. I don't see why, I have an appointment next week anyway. We can wait until then, right? Maggie has an appointment that day, too, it'd be easier to just take one trip next week than one this weekend and another next week.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the doctor's. Spent too much time there with broken limbs and huge bruises when I was smaller. Mom is too overprotective. I guess I'm kind of grateful for that, otherwise I probably wouldn't be here anymore. But she doesn't have to do this anymore, he's gone, and he's not coming back. Besides, I have Gordon. Gordon'll look out for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106956003239337714?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106956003239337714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106956003239337714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106956003239337714' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106955894145339282</id><published>2003-11-22T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T19:42:28.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Willheim+I was walking in die bushes wann I herd some scuffling sounds.  Not desireing trouble attractions, I ran (ICH LäUFE SCHNELL!) out of there.  I decided not to ger involved.  I might regret this, but es ist hard to tell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106955894145339282?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106955894145339282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106955894145339282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106955894145339282' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046209270782562235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106955603487769468</id><published>2003-11-22T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T18:54:02.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Mona+Andrea went out 2 spy on Angels party last nite. She called me &amp; I went to where she told me 2 go &amp; she had a weerd prpl guy with her &amp; sed he wuz spying 2. So we beet him up. It wuz fun, its been a while since I beet someone up. It wuz practice 4 Charlotte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106955603487769468?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106955603487769468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106955603487769468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106955603487769468' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106955538732246162</id><published>2003-11-22T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T18:43:14.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Marfius+OBSERVATIONS for NOVEMBER 22, 2003&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize this before, but I live really close to Angel's house! I could hear the party all the way from my room, so I snuck out and observed a little through the windows. It looked to me as if everyone was having fun. They played a game in the dark in which everyone hides and one person has to go around and find them. David was there, he was pretty good at finding people. Charlotte was not good at hiding nor finding, I have noticed that she is not good at doing things in the dark, I expect she has been hiding something from us, better than she hid in Angel's closet.&lt;br /&gt;I would have observed more but I found I was not alone in my observing. I found Andrea. She was not hiding inside, she was hiding in the bushes under a window. She found me, though I was not playing. We then found a quiet, dark place and she found ways to hurt me. I found she has a friend that looks a lot like her. Mona, I think. Yes, they must be related, they were both good at hurting me. I think I will hide from them from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106955538732246162?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106955538732246162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106955538732246162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106955538732246162' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106955450038266731</id><published>2003-11-22T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T18:37:04.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Angel+The party was a hit! Yay! Charlotte showed up a few minutes late, which gave us time to hide and coordinate our surprise. She was surprised! The last guest just left a little while ago, it was David, he had to wait for his parents to come get him because he's not allowed to drive after 10:00. We went apple-bobbing and played hide-n-go-seek-in-the-dark (not to self: Charlotte sucks at that game) And everything went off smooth as silk. Nick had a great time, too. Apparently Charlotte thought our anniversary party was on Tuesday. I don't understand how she came to that conclusion. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;One odd thing: While we were playing hide-n-seek, I swear I heard something out in the yard during the party, and when I went out there to see if someone was hiding out there (it was outta bounds), there was nothing. But the window was fogged up out there as if someone had been looking in. Creepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106955450038266731?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106955450038266731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106955450038266731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106955450038266731' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106946643632638259</id><published>2003-11-21T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T18:02:30.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Andrea+it is soo cold outside! i suppose having white fur doesnt help. i hear that dark colors attract heat and light colors dont. anyway, an informant (ie a guy i beat up today) tells me that angel and charlotte are having a party tonight. i wont do anything tonight, just observe. observe and relate what i see to mona, explosives goddess. the girl has got more guts in her left knee than most people have in their whole body. seriously, no scruples, fewer scruples than me, even. purer evil, if you look at it from angels point of view. i believe she tried to run someone over a few days ago. it was the kid that spilled ink on her, i think. she can handle him herself, then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106946643632638259?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106946643632638259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106946643632638259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106946643632638259' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106946612154033334</id><published>2003-11-21T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T17:55:28.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+David+The newspaper has gone to press. It's out of my hands! Whether or not it comes out okay is now in the palms of the printer gods. &lt;br /&gt;Aah!! I'm going to be late to the party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106946612154033334?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106946612154033334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106946612154033334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106946612154033334' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106946603867339572</id><published>2003-11-21T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T17:54:05.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Lucy+Charlotte sounded pretty excited (in a bad way) about something earlier. She just went out, I think to Angel's house. I am not sure I like her going out in this state, she sounded nervous. I am being overly defensive, I guess. Maybe I will make myself a sandwich and listen to a random CD. They are all random!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106946603867339572?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106946603867339572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106946603867339572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106946603867339572' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106946578601937347</id><published>2003-11-21T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T17:49:52.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Charlotte+Angel finally got around to inviting me over. I suppose I will ask her how her anniversary party was on Tuesday. It's only fair, I guess. Did she ever invite me to that? I probably wasn't looking while she did, if she did. OOPS. Maybe I should just tell her I'm deaf. Anyway, this all gives me a reason to get my mind off Mona's sudden reemergence in my life. DAMN, MONA! AAAAAAGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106946578601937347?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106946578601937347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106946578601937347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106946578601937347' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106946300003882118</id><published>2003-11-21T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T17:51:27.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Marfius+OBSERVATIONS for NOVEMBER 21, 2003&lt;br /&gt;And the snow continues. Last night the power went out all over town. I never realized how many things in my house run on power. I went around flipping switches trying to get it all to work, and this morning I awoke to all the lights on, the TV blaring, the &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106946300003882118?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106946300003882118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106946300003882118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106946300003882118' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106939676847675365</id><published>2003-11-20T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T22:39:35.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Mona+Andrea never told me that she no's Charlotte. She should have! M/B it was better 4 me to find out. I no Charlotte no's I M here now. She will not get away again. But I will take my time. O yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106939676847675365?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106939676847675365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106939676847675365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106939676847675365' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106939636242640442</id><published>2003-11-20T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T22:33:26.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Charlotte+I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! I CAN'T! Guess who I saw?&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS &lt;B&gt;HER!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS SHE HERE?&lt;br /&gt;Can't she stop &lt;B&gt;RUINING MY LIFE?&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did she find me? Who told her where I was? WHAT IS SHE GOING TO DO?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so confused! It's... It's not right! She's not supposed to know... After I moved and everything! Has it all been pointless?&lt;br /&gt;...I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm 18 now... I can go on my own, leave Lucy, get away from her...&lt;br /&gt;Should I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106939636242640442?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106939636242640442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106939636242640442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106939636242640442' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106955462584067387</id><published>2003-11-20T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T18:31:56.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Kevin+Don't leave me, all alone, just drop me, off at home. &lt;br /&gt;I'll be fine, it's not the first, just like last time but a little worse. &lt;br /&gt;And she says that I'm not the one--now that she thinks about it. &lt;br /&gt;She said it stopped being fun--I just bring her down, &lt;br /&gt;I said "don't let your future be destroyed by my past,"&lt;br /&gt;She said "don't let my door hit your ass."&lt;br /&gt;SNOW! YAY! SNOW!!! I made a snow angel! Of course there wasn't much snow to do it with, so more of a mud angel, really. Then I had to go change my clothes and I was late for school. But my mud angel is still in the driveway where I made it! The mud angels have smiled upon me and left me one of their own!&lt;br /&gt;Well, seems everyone's sick lately, it's a bummer, I thought I'd be original and be sick for once and everyone copies me.&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH! The song I had Nick sing yesterday was on the radio today. Seriously! Different beat, same lyrics, word for word. I didn't catch the name of the rotten band that stole it becuase I was so busy looking for the tap on my phone. This is crazy, how do these people get this stuff? I should write a song about Gordon, surely no one would steal that one?&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which: Gordon says hi. I'm taking him to get cleaned, he got mud in his squeaker while we were making angels this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I got those vitamin C tablets that are supposed to keep you from getting colds, they're not helping yet though I've consumed like half the bottle. The bruises are almost gone, but I got some new ones on my back, makes it painful when people tackle me. Or when I tackle them and they toss me into a wall. Same thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106955462584067387?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106955462584067387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106955462584067387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106955462584067387' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106931559324536249</id><published>2003-11-20T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T00:06:40.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+David+Which reminds me, the newspaper is on the verge of being done, but everything's messed up! The new staff is so clueless! Now Willheim, Barry and I have to go through and redo ALL THE PAGES for tomorrow. Insanity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106931559324536249?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106931559324536249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106931559324536249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106931559324536249' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106931552536407738</id><published>2003-11-20T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T00:05:32.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Marfius+OBSERVATIONS for NOVEMBER 19, 2003&lt;br /&gt;Today it snowed, it was my first snow, it never snowed in Nevada, even though it means "snowy" in Spanish. Well, except in the mountains, I imagine, but this was the first snow I didn't have to hunt for. It was exciting. For me, at least. People are insane when it snows, it's like all worries are gone and everyone has to announce it to the world. "It's snowing!" every two minutes. Annoying, but exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106931552536407738?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106931552536407738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106931552536407738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106931552536407738' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106931536029929424</id><published>2003-11-20T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T00:02:47.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Charlotte+I got a late birthday present from the weather: SNOW! It was snowing when I was born, and every once in a while it snows on my birthday, so yay. On the other hand, it's ALWAYS cloudy and raining on my birthday if it's not snowing. So I practically know what to expect every year. It's like getting socks for Christmas. I was so tired today, I was up really late last night trying to find some reading material online. Didn't find anything, but it was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106931536029929424?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106931536029929424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106931536029929424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106931536029929424' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106931519127421854</id><published>2003-11-19T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T23:59:57.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+David+Uh... weird. Last night at like 2:00 am I got a phone call from Tom. He sounded extremely drunk or high or something and said some stuff I'd rather forget. I wonder if he remembers? It didn't sound like would have been able to... anyway, weird all the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106931519127421854?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106931519127421854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106931519127421854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106931519127421854' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106930770297768472</id><published>2003-11-19T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T21:55:09.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Tom+ I swear I still have a headache.  I swear I will never drink that much again...soon.  It was fun at the time, but definitely not worth the next day!  Well, I'm going to keep it short again because I want to try to get in some more sleep to see if it helps.  Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106930770297768472?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106930770297768472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106930770297768472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106930770297768472' title=''/><author><name>Amz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323810830042309849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106930705329985862</id><published>2003-11-19T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T21:44:19.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Nick+Angel's all in a fit that Charlotte is mad at her because she had to pretend to not remember it's her birthday.  Girls, they are just soo complicated.  I don't understand why all this secrecy, but Angel swears it's necessary.  OK, well, school wasn't very eventful, except that it SNOWED this morning, but it didn't stick.  But it was still cool to be able to see the huge flakes falling from the sky.  OK, well, it's late and I have to be up early to go in and take a stupid math test.  Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106930705329985862?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106930705329985862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106930705329985862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106930705329985862' title=''/><author><name>Amz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323810830042309849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106930679112595372</id><published>2003-11-19T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T21:39:57.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Angel+ I felt so guilty about having to not "remember" that it was Charlotte's birthday.  Oh, it was terrible, if she could only wait until Friday.  It's going to be so rewarding.  I hope she isn't too pissed by Friday, and decides not to come to "Nick and I's anniversary party."  That'd suck.  Anyways, it's late, and I went to the eye doctor today and they dilated my eyes so I can't see very well, and typing hurts my eyes.  'night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106930679112595372?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106930679112595372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106930679112595372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106930679112595372' title=''/><author><name>Amz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323810830042309849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106923219723626600</id><published>2003-11-19T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T00:56:43.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Kevin+I've been east, I've been west, even all around the world, &lt;br /&gt;But I've never seen a girl like you.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen blondes, and brunettes, and some really hot redheads,&lt;br /&gt;But I've never seen a girl like you.&lt;br /&gt;Today after school I found some of those fake furry mice my cat used to play with. I had to squeeze my hand under the dishwasher to get them out, but here they are! I've got a black one and a white one, I think she ate the grey one. That might even have been what she choked on... Erm... Hey, say, Gordon, you want some little friends?&lt;br /&gt;He does, all is well.&lt;br /&gt;I've still got a cough and those bruises haven't gone away. I think they're multiplying. Odd.&lt;br /&gt;I was walking home from school today and that girl I stained in art class nearly ran me over with her jeep. It was my fault, I was walking too slowly on the sidewalk. Luckily I managed to dive over a fence into someone's yard and she got back on the road. What an adventure. I think I need a traffic cone hat, but that might not help, seeing as the shoelaces did nothing but get untied and trip me into my history teacher and he spilled hot coffee down my shirt on accident.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I think Nick's here! On Gordon, on Squeaky, on Whiskers! To the door!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106923219723626600?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106923219723626600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106923219723626600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106923219723626600' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106923160377165086</id><published>2003-11-19T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T00:46:50.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Andrea+i havent had a chance to let mona do her stuff, some annoying kid in art class spilled ink on her fur and she took the last few days off trying to get it out. im gonna get that kid, too, when i find out who he is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106923160377165086?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106923160377165086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106923160377165086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106923160377165086' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106923150257904929</id><published>2003-11-19T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T00:45:08.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Charlotte+I was pleasantly surprised today, no one annoyed me by singing happy birthday. At least not that I saw. Oh, who am I kidding? I feel miserable about everyone not knowing my birthday. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Well, looks like I'm 18 now. Wow, all the things I can do: buy lotto tickets, cigarettes, porn, vote, get a driver's license... all things which I don't intend on doing. Then again, I'm legally an adult, I can move out of my parent's house... I did that a long time ago. Hmph. And I'm not leaving Lucy. So yay, I'm 18. Plus one to my score, first one to 21 buys everyone else drinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106923150257904929?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106923150257904929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106923150257904929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106923150257904929' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106921364953303125</id><published>2003-11-18T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T19:47:35.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Marfius+OBSERVATIONS for NOVEMBER 18, 2003&lt;br /&gt;Today was Charlotte's birthday, which was I guess an event of some sort. She was brooding and angry because Angel is doing a good job of pretending like she doesn't know what day it is. Perhaps these parties are not the best things for relationships. Today I was told that if I was ever on TV, I'd be on Fear Factor as a stunt. Upon observation of this show, I wonder. Would I be eaten, thrown or drowned?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106921364953303125?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106921364953303125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106921364953303125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106921364953303125' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106921317328522767</id><published>2003-11-18T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T19:39:39.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Tom+ I partied like it was 1999.  Damn am I sorry now, too.  I woke up Monday morning with the biggest headache.  I wanted to stay home and be sick, but then I thought that my coach might find out, so I just went anyways.  I will never do that again.  It's not worth it.  Ok, I am too tired and have too many aches to write anymore today.  Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106921317328522767?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106921317328522767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106921317328522767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106921317328522767' title=''/><author><name>Amz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323810830042309849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106921284540286324</id><published>2003-11-18T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T19:34:11.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Nick+ I didn't do much today.  Or Yesterday for that matter.  I can't wait for Thanksgiving this year.  I'm going to Angel's family's.  She says her grandma always cooks enough for an army, and they are always a few people short of an army.  She also said that they sing Christmas Carols, so I even get to practice my music!  Ok, well, I'm gonna end for now.  I'll write more tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106921284540286324?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106921284540286324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106921284540286324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106921284540286324' title=''/><author><name>Amz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323810830042309849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106921259441361815</id><published>2003-11-18T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T19:30:00.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Angel+ I planned some more of Charlotte's party, and sent out invites today.  That was fun.  My hand hurts from writing so much.  It's going to be a great party.  I can't believe I have kept it a secret from Charlotte.  I'm so proud of myself.  Nick and I ended up going out for lunch.  He is such a sweetheart.  I am soo happy I gave up on Tom.  Nick is a million times better, and I don't have to hide in the bushes for him!  Ok, that's all for now.  I'm tired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106921259441361815?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106921259441361815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106921259441361815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106921259441361815' title=''/><author><name>Amz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323810830042309849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106921216159477621</id><published>2003-11-18T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T19:24:41.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+David+Willheim sure caught hell from Prof. Fendricks today. The teachers here are so intolerant of new kids, it pisses me off... and I don't piss off easily. As the Hulk once said, "You wouldn't like me when I'm angry." Yeah, but it was okay, he can handle himself. And if he can't... well, maybe I can help. Yeah right. It's like that proverb about the lion and the mouse... Willheim &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a lion, but I'm not a mouse...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106921216159477621?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106921216159477621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106921216159477621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106921216159477621' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106921019923070135</id><published>2003-11-18T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T18:50:05.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Willheim+I was bored in the English class today.  All reading, and all english.  Ich finde it boring.  Today we were supposed to written papers, but I forgot.  And my new friends wonder how I got here!  The Englischlehrerin thinks that I am faul, und that I don't work gern.  It's not that, but the language barrier is proving to be a great problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106921019923070135?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106921019923070135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106921019923070135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106921019923070135' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02046209270782562235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106879780452562585</id><published>2003-11-14T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T00:16:50.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Editor's note+As Charlotte said, the weekend dating from November 14 to November 17 was uneventful in the way of journal entries. No excerpts were worth taking, so the following days are left blank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106879780452562585?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106879780452562585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106879780452562585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106879780452562585' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106879772867185193</id><published>2003-11-14T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T00:52:51.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Charlotte+It's late, but I really don't care. I'm kinda tired but I have a duty to write in my journal every day. I KNOW I'm going to be too busy this weekend, though. We have an overnight senior retreat (mutter grumble, garr) and I don't want to ruin my journal by dragging it along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106879772867185193?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106879772867185193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106879772867185193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106879772867185193' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106879844064770911</id><published>2003-11-13T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T00:27:38.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+David+Hung out with Willheim after school again. We had fun, I think this is going to become a habit. Or as what's his name would say, "Kid, this looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship." Speaking of which, whatever happened to Grace Kelly? I like Grace Kelly. Not only is it a nice name, but she was a great actress and quite pretty in a black and white way. Hey, I'm a raccoon, I notice this kind of stuff. :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106879844064770911?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106879844064770911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106879844064770911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106879844064770911' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106879826922408425</id><published>2003-11-13T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T00:24:58.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Marfius+OBSERVATIONS for NOVEMBER 13, 2003&lt;br /&gt;Another word for shorty is "boo". I thought that was what people shout at you when you're in an onstage production and are not a very good actor. Or what people yell when they are trying to scare you. I had no boos of any kind today, both a blessing and a curse. I am sorry that my observations are flagging, but when you have spent so much time aorund the same creatures they start to seem almost normal and there is not much to note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106879826922408425?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106879826922408425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106879826922408425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106879826922408425' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106879810827939801</id><published>2003-11-13T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T00:21:53.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Kevin+Sat on the roof, and I kicked off the moss&lt;br /&gt;Cause some of these feelings, well, they've got me quite cross&lt;br /&gt;But the sun was kind when I wrote this song&lt;br /&gt;It's for people like you that keep it turned on.&lt;br /&gt;My gummi fruit farm was gone when I checked on it. I suspect those pesky squirrels got at it. Oh well. I went through the house and replaced all the lightbulbs today. You gotta do that every once in a while so they don't all go out at once on you. Then you can't find the spare lightbulbs and end up tripping over stuff.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY Nick dropped by and we sang and played some music before my mom got home. It sounded great, the accordion mixed with Nick's voice was breathtaking until I started coughing again and had no more breath to take away. I don't like being sick, except for all the chicken noodle soup. Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Gordon likes soup, too. *Squeak!* But not too hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106879810827939801?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106879810827939801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106879810827939801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106879810827939801' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106869650136653227</id><published>2003-11-12T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T20:08:26.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Kevin+All day, starin' at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;making friends with shadows on my wall&lt;br /&gt;all night, hearing voices tellin' me that I should get some sleep becuase tomorrow might be good for something.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling much better today, mostly because my mom threatened to take me to the doctor's and I hate the doctor's. Still a little sore but that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;School was exciting today! I got to work with ink in drawing class and I made a huge mess but it was fun! I sure hope that Mona girl can get the stuff out of her fur... black on white, maybe not the best thing.&lt;br /&gt;Gordon wasn't any help cleaning it up after school. *Squeak squeak squeak!* Yeah, like that's a good excuse! *squeeeee!* Oh, okay, I forgive you. *Squeak!* Yeah, I love ya too, you little bugger.&lt;br /&gt;I used my orange shoelaces today, and oddly eough, no one noticed. I guess that's why those traffic cones aren't out in the street anymore. Someone might have come along and hit them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go see how my gummi fruit farm is doing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106869650136653227?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106869650136653227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106869650136653227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106869650136653227' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106869464383927942</id><published>2003-11-12T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T18:06:29.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Willheim+Gruß Dich! Mine day was not extremely good today. Der scary leherer with the computers was frustrated with me (Kommen sie hier!!!  JA, SIE!) and I when asked him what the matter was he said I had my drink too close to computers. I did not know computers were in danger around drinks, so I apologized but he was still angry.  It remind me of the teachers back in Germany. But kind David played X-Box with me and all was better. Already though, sheiße, I am on leher list of bad people that drink around computer. I will run over with Panzerkampfwagen like in game I played with David! Ach! That will make me in more danger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106869464383927942?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106869464383927942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106869464383927942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106869464383927942' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106869395238004016</id><published>2003-11-12T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T19:25:57.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Marfius+OBSERVATIONS for NOVEMBER 12, 2003&lt;br /&gt;A typical day of school. I noticed however that more and more students are "hooking up" (A slang term for dating) and being all hooked up during and between classes. It's a little disturbing. If what I've seen is any indication, I don't want a girlfriend ("shorty") any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly enough, everyone is so wound up in their hooking that they didn't do anything to me. Apparently when in a loving state the mind is only preoccupied with the shorty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106869395238004016?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106869395238004016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106869395238004016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106869395238004016' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106869371949159760</id><published>2003-11-12T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T19:41:06.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+David+We started doing layout for the newspaper today. We have so many technical difficulties it's amazing we ever get an issue out. The tech manager guy came in and yelled at Willheim for having his Cherry Cola too close to the computers. That's just not a nice thing to do to the foreign guy. It's downright mean. After EVIL TECH MAN left Willheim looked pretty down about the whole thing so I invited him over after school to play X-Box for a while. That cheered him up. He's a pretty cool guy, once you get past the fact he's HUGE. Despite that, he's really graceful. It's like some sort of oxymoron. And he takes pictures, too. I always get my finger on the lens and my hands are small compared to his. I'd better get my homework done so I can go to sleep and be all awake tomorrow. Enough sleep counteracts the effect of the meds. Stupid meds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106869371949159760?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106869371949159760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106869371949159760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106869371949159760' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106869345697605524</id><published>2003-11-12T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T19:17:42.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Charlotte+I managed to stay awake in all my classes today! Yay me! ^_^ Hopefully this doesn't mean I'm developing a good work ethic. That would be a bad thing. People don't PH33R you if you're a good student. (1337 SP33K! It's so stupid I might just like it!)&lt;br /&gt;Came right home after school today. Everyone's sick and the last thing I need right now is a cold. I hate colds. Ugh.  &lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's a secret...   -._-.     .-_.-  *shifty eyes* I actually sent in my college applications today. Yeah, big whoop, I know, but it's not something anyone figured I would do. I'm not going to say anything until I get my acceptance letters. If I don't get any it'll be like it never happened. Yeah, despite what the world thinks I actually give a damn about my future. Woohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106869345697605524?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106869345697605524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106869345697605524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106869345697605524' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106869300168693636</id><published>2003-11-12T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T19:10:06.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Lucy+I worked all day. Nothing interesting happened. Went out after work and got a new CD from Wherehouse Music. I am not sure what band it is, I always buy the first thing I touch after I enter the section I want. Today it was R&amp;B, so this should be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106869300168693636?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106869300168693636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106869300168693636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106869300168693636' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106869289098593703</id><published>2003-11-12T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T19:08:16.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Andrea+im having so much fun catching up with mona. its been such a long time. its amazing all the things shes done since last time. apparently she managed to get one of the instuctors at that boot camp to be interested in her and then she had a harassment suit filed against him. mona might be more sneaky than i thought she was. good thing shes on my side, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106869289098593703?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106869289098593703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106869289098593703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106869289098593703' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106862048343320316</id><published>2003-11-11T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T23:01:28.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Kevin+Sorry, I'm back now. I just coughed for like ten minutes straight. What was I saying? Oh right, I got all bruised up from sleeping on Gordon last night, he usually sleeps on a pi&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me. Gosh, I must be really sick. Gordon usually sleeps on a pillow next to mine, so that must be why I've never woken up like thi&lt;br /&gt;It HURTS, dammit! I give up! I'm going to go sleep and Gordon's gonna stay on my nighttable this time. If Nick calls I'll have to tell him I'm not gonna be able to jam with hi&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106862048343320316?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106862048343320316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106862048343320316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106862048343320316' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106862007264498275</id><published>2003-11-11T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T22:54:37.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Kevin+I'm holding on, waiting for your call, it's simple but I can't explain this,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinking down, I feel like I could die, I'm falling off I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;I still believe it when you say, it's another perfect day, another perfect day,&lt;br /&gt;I still believe it when you say, it's another perfect cay, another perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning and found out I have the worst cold on earth. I felt a little sick yesterday and the day before but I thought it was becuase I ate too much cafeteria food. Come to think of it, this cold has been taking it's sweet time sneaking up on me, I should have noticed it earlier. And to top it all off, I fell asleep with Gordon in my bed last night and got all kinds of bruises from slee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106862007264498275?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106862007264498275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106862007264498275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106862007264498275' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106861928014028783</id><published>2003-11-11T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T22:41:24.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Lucy+I slept in soo late today! Charlotte turned off the alarm clock that shakes her pillow, but it also rings and wakes me up. So I did not wake up until almost lunchtime, and as a result I did not get anything done today. I was going to go out and record the sound of the Canadian geese flying south, but I guess I missed it because I waited an hour or two and heard naught but a few planes overhead. They always go around this time every year around here, it is a little disappointing to know I will have to wait until the end of winter to hear them come back. Then again now I do not have to listen to Charlotte whine about their crapping all over the lawn, heehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106861928014028783?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106861928014028783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106861928014028783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106861928014028783' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106861850551691195</id><published>2003-11-11T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T22:28:30.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Charlotte+I'm so glad today was a day off, I don't know what I would have done without the free time.&lt;br /&gt;I went around the house and cleaned up a little, Lucy keeps losing her stuff everywhere and I have to go find it.&lt;br /&gt;Put up another mirror today, that's 25 total. I've covered the dining and living rooms, as well as part of my bedroom. They're helpful, now I don't have to be facing someone to read their lips. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Angel didn't drop by to say hello... she's probably out with Nick or something. &gt;_&lt; Garr, Nick. Oh well, better than Tom, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;It's cold out but we need eggs anyway, so I'm headed out to get some. I wish my stupid bike had a windshield.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106861850551691195?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106861850551691195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106861850551691195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106861850551691195' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106861815230384393</id><published>2003-11-11T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T22:22:37.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Andrea+mona is here now. we picked her up at the airport this morning and shes unpacking her stuff in the guest bedroom right now. she looks really different from the last time i saw her, that boot camp did wonders for her figure. maybe i should go to a boot camp for a while? no, thats overkill, im already sexy enough, wink wink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106861815230384393?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106861815230384393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106861815230384393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106861815230384393' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106861785958736888</id><published>2003-11-11T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T22:17:44.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Marfius+OBSERVATIONS for NOVEMBER 11, 2003&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have school today, so I made no observations. I did practice my checkers, though. I hear David is quite good, I want to be prepared to play against him. That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106861785958736888?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106861785958736888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106861785958736888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106861785958736888' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106861756171738965</id><published>2003-11-11T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T22:12:46.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+David+I will write &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; I take my medicine, today. &lt;br /&gt;Looks like Angel and Nick are throwing a party. I just got an invite in the mail. I might have gotten it yesterday, I dunno, I haven't been outside for a while. I suppose I might go, since I haven't been to a party in such a long time. It sounds like a good party, it's going to last til midnight or so, apparently. But this means I'll have to worry about when to take the meds. Does everyone else's life revolve around their medication? I sure hope not, or the whole world will be hopped up all the time, which would be bad. I'm going to try and sleep before they kick in. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106861756171738965?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106861756171738965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106861756171738965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106861756171738965' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106867927045383432</id><published>2003-11-11T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T19:59:14.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Nick+ I stayed up so late last night watching monday night football...  Good thing we have the day off today.  I called Tom, and we talked as we watched the games.  Both of my teams lost  last night.  Tom is always right, I really should quit betting with him.  Now I'm outta' money, but I'm hungry.  Hey, I gotta' go the phone's ringing.  I'll write more later! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106867927045383432?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106867927045383432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106867927045383432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106867927045383432' title=''/><author><name>Amz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323810830042309849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106867902704948446</id><published>2003-11-11T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T11:49:47.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Angel+ oh, boy am I thankful for this day off.  It gives me time to dwell on Nick (It's a Nick!! Yay!) and plan Charlotte's party.  I would be in such a better mood if I wasn't fighting with my mom, but oh well.  Anywayz, I'm gonna keep it short and sweet.  Speaking of sweet, I think I'm gonna call Nick and see if he wants to grab some lunch or something.  I still have money left form babysitting so I can pay for it. (he paid for the movie the other night, what a sweetie!) L8terz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106867902704948446?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106867902704948446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106867902704948446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106867902704948446' title=''/><author><name>Amz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323810830042309849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106857296858838470</id><published>2003-11-11T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T14:09:42.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Tom+ Well, we won, again! I am so excited.  I was worried though because just after the second half started it began to snow!  We had just cleared the field before the game!  That's one things that's different here in Ellensburg, it actually snows, and sticks.  OK, I have to go and shower, but I just wanted to write that we won! Yay team, go team, wildcat pride...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106857296858838470?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106857296858838470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106857296858838470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106857296858838470' title=''/><author><name>Amz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323810830042309849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106857163672790201</id><published>2003-11-11T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T09:44:58.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Nick+ Wow.  I just got back from seeing the new Matrix movie with Angel.  Oh, the fight scenes were WAY better in this one than the second one.  I missed part of one in the beginning though because Angel wanted to hold my hand, so she pretended to be scared.  All she would have had to do was just do it, but girls are weird that way. It's still kinda' cute though.  Anyways, I have to go because I want to talk to Mr. Lewie and have him hear my tape, and tell me what he thinks. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106857163672790201?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106857163672790201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106857163672790201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106857163672790201' title=''/><author><name>Amz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323810830042309849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106857135765838048</id><published>2003-11-11T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T14:09:36.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Angel+ Oh, my God, I just got back from seeing the Matrix with Nick!  It was SOOOO great!  It was an action thriller so, I got to pretend to be scared so I could hold his hand.  Oh, I'm too crafty sometimes.  Although, he's not at all like Tom, he probably knew what I was doing... Oh well, I still got to hold his hand...  Well, I have to go, Mom wants me to make dinner... Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106857135765838048?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106857135765838048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106857135765838048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106857135765838048' title=''/><author><name>Amz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323810830042309849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106874052072748733</id><published>2003-11-11T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T08:22:06.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Tom+It was nice to talk to Nick as we watched the games last night.  I am so happy.  I won like $50 from him.  Anyways I want to keep it short because I'm tired and want a nap. later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106874052072748733?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106874052072748733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106874052072748733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106874052072748733' title=''/><author><name>Amz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11323810830042309849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106852790736022517</id><published>2003-11-10T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T21:18:32.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Angel+Nick invited me to the movies! Even though we are technically going out now, it's hard not to be happy every time he calls me. Yay, it's a Nick! It's a Nick in his car outside my window waiting for me! More later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106852790736022517?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106852790736022517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106852790736022517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106852790736022517' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106851903883145566</id><published>2003-11-10T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:13:27.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Lucy+Braille keyboard! Charlotte types so much faster than I do, but then again she can see the screen and does not have to use the speakers to check her spelling. But this makes my spelling so much better than hers. We never turn the checker off (since it won't bother her) so I can hear her typos all the way in my room. It is funny. She is making dinner tonight, what a scary thought. Hopefully she will not burn anything. The fire alarm is annoying especially when your roommate cannot hear it and turn it off. Dinner time! Lots of love, later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106851903883145566?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106851903883145566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106851903883145566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106851903883145566' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106851874254975416</id><published>2003-11-10T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T18:45:46.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Tom+Gotta keep it short coach is waiting for me down at the field. It's been so busy here lately its like nobody can believe we're doing so well. I think we're going to make it all the way, but no time ot get my hopes up. OOPS! I'm late gottago bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106851874254975416?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106851874254975416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106851874254975416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106851874254975416' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106851865191928794</id><published>2003-11-10T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:46:01.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Nick+Tom called from Ellensburg to say hi, but he had to go before we actually started talking. I wonder how he's doing up there? We never get to talk anymore and I know I've complained about that MILLIONS of times. But, still.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin and I were going to try out his new song but he called to cancel. I asked why and all he did was mutter and then his rubber duck came to the phone and said hello. Kevin claims it said something more but I don't speak rubber duck like he does. (Fluently, LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;I invited Angel out to a movie tonight so I guess I better go get ready. I think I need to get gas for the car, which always takes me forever. I better head out a bit early, then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106851865191928794?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106851865191928794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106851865191928794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106851865191928794' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106851836647108539</id><published>2003-11-10T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T18:39:30.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+David+I hate my stupid medicine. It makes me want to puke. :P Gag reflex, ugh. Now Im' all grogggy adn can't wirte wroth carp. Suppos I will sleepe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106851836647108539?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106851836647108539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106851836647108539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106851836647108539' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-10685182183970288</id><published>2003-11-10T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T21:15:52.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Marfius+OBSERVATIONS for NOVEMBER 10, 2003&lt;br /&gt;Angel seems to be doing some sort of secretive activity and it is causing Charlotte to feel resentful towards Angel and Nick. Nick is playing along with her. I have recorded an instance in which they were speaking of a party. I was not invited to this party, which makes taking notes on partying behaviour a bit more difficult. I was going to take a day off then anyway... perhaps I will play checkers with David, if he's not going. And if he is, I... think I'll play checkers anyway. With myself.&lt;br /&gt;Andrea is, as usual, standoffish despite my attempts to befriend her. She hissed at me and called me a freak, which I dutifully looked up in the dictionary There are many definitions but I felt this is the one she was using: &lt;br /&gt;Freak (free-k) &lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;B&gt;3.&lt;/B&gt; a person or animal on exhibition as some strange deviation from nature; monster.&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to Andrea to teach me new vocabulary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-10685182183970288?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/10685182183970288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/10685182183970288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#10685182183970288' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106851764646046771</id><published>2003-11-10T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T18:27:30.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Kevin+Everything's gonna be alright, now&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be alright,&lt;br /&gt;Stand up stay up all night now&lt;br /&gt;Lets hit it one more time.&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe the stupid radio stole another of my songs today? Seriously, it's getting on my nerves now. Once or twice I can understand, but once or twice a WEEK?&lt;br /&gt;Gordon says hi! *squeak squeak squeak!*&lt;br /&gt;Today I found out that I had neon orange shoelaces in the back of my closet. I'm going to use them, they're cool! They're all shimmery and orange and they remind me of traffic cones. I used to like traffic cones a lot until I almost got ran over playing with them. I suppose I should have gotten my own to play with, since the ones from the Public Works Department are off limits now. &lt;br /&gt;Gosh I'm starving... I wonder if we have any soup left over from last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106851764646046771?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106851764646046771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106851764646046771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106851764646046771' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106851709741614466</id><published>2003-11-10T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T18:18:22.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Andrea+i never forget it when people do stuff i dont like, ive said it before and ill say it again. even though it was last year i havent forgotten that angel and charlotte were up to something. all i wanted was to be in on the action, and they just covered it up. but ive got them now! i just found out that my cousin mona knows charlotte from a long time ago. shes coming to stay a while and i think we can have a little fun with this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106851709741614466?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106851709741614466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106851709741614466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106851709741614466' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106851685288568579</id><published>2003-11-10T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T18:14:51.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Angel+This is going to be a great party!!! I told Charlotte that I'm planning an anniversary party for me and Nick. But we're not because I'm sneaky, hee! All I have to do now is send out the inivites and make sure she doesn't find out. She's going to be so surprised! I don't think she's ever had a surprise birthday party before, this should be interesting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106851685288568579?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106851685288568579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106851685288568579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106851685288568579' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106828373471623877</id><published>2003-11-10T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:12:49.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Charlotte+It's going to be a really crazy week, I tell ya. I must've had a few million tests and it's only Monday. Andrea has been looking pretty shifty lately, I wonder what she's up to? Angel hasn't noticed, she's so busy planning her two month anniversary with Nick to notice anything going on around here. I guess once you get what you've been looking for you celebrate it as much as you can. I have to go do some homework or Mr. Ellins will "actually give me detention for once". Oh horrors! ^_-  Yeah, like I'm afraid of &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;. Pfft. Anywho, I better actually go do something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106828373471623877?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106828373471623877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106828373471623877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106828373471623877' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106852748134668066</id><published>2003-11-09T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T21:11:39.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Nick+I just finished taping my audition for the local concert choir, I think it sounds pretty good but my opinion doesn't matter. Maybe I should copy it? I don't think they return tapes once they're done with them. Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106852748134668066?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106852748134668066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106852748134668066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106852748134668066' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050883.post-106852724999689858</id><published>2003-11-09T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T21:12:39.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+Kevin+Well I wonder what it's like to be the rainmaker?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it's like to know that I make the rain?&lt;br /&gt;I'd store it in boxes with little yellow tags on every one, oh you can come and see them when I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;I found a bag of fruit snacks! Yay! They're so chewy and good!&lt;br /&gt;I really can't think of anything I'd rather be doing right now than writing in my journal. It's a happy feeling, like my life is totally perfect right now. I've got my gummi fruit, I've got my journal, I've got some music playing in the background... yeah, life is good.&lt;br /&gt;Oops... I'm out of fruits. I didn't think that cherry shaped one was the last of it's kind but it was and now the gummi fruits are extinct! I've killed off a wonderful breed of fruit! Gordon and I will go hunt down more of them and start a gummi fruit farm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050883-106852724999689858?l=vanishingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106852724999689858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050883/posts/default/106852724999689858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingpoint.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106852724999689858' title=''/><author><name>Steffox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471694285332463307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
