<?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-3074534239280128915</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:43:13.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderland</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>unspoken.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133182056675079706</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074534239280128915.post-4664841499374576839</id><published>2008-06-22T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T19:36:03.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbreak My Heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;So I woke up today feeling excited because 1) I didn't have to wake up early and 2) There was the Spain vs Italy quarter final match. I was so excited to watch that but at the same time scared because they were against Italy and everyone knows how they play. They'll defend for most of the match and get their opponents tired out and then BANG out of nowhere they get 2-3 goals for everyone to just ponder about. Very useful strategy but not good enough for Spain. Yeah, thats right, SPAIN WON. You should have seen me throughout the game, screaming and yelling at that damn referee, and a few of the players but thats because I really wanted for Spain to just get a goal so they would be safe! It was an intense game though, both Spain and Italy had so many chances to score throughout the whole game! It frightened me even more when they had reached extra overtime. I was keeping an eye on that Toni, Italy's striker, because he was damn tall and could have so easily headed the ball into the net. You know what was so annoying? The fact that they keep tugging on each others shirts, but you've got to admit Italy did that way more than Spain did. Why do that when you've got a game to play? When they had reached the penalty shootout I was just like, "Oh no, Spain is done for, that Buffon is a good goalkeeper!" Wow, was I ever wrong. Casillas is obviously the better goalkeeper! He got two out of five of the penalties when Buffon only got one. Unfortunately, Torres had been switched during the second half so his substitute(I don't remember his name)had done the penalty kick and missed. But luckily Italy had their kick saved and Fabregas was so swift when he shot that ball in the net! Man, I was yelling, "YEAH, THEY WON!" "I TOLD YOU THEY'D WIN DAD" or "ZIDANE CAME TO SEE THAT!" and so much more, I was just overjoyed. I guess I did not want Italy to win because they already won the Fifa World Cup and I think it's time for another team to shine. Yes, I had my doubts but Spain came through and showed us that they really want this. &lt;em&gt;No para hasta conquistar.&lt;/em&gt; They won't stop until they have conquered! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074534239280128915-4664841499374576839?l=drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/4664841499374576839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074534239280128915&amp;postID=4664841499374576839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default/4664841499374576839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default/4664841499374576839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/2008/06/unbreak-my-heart.html' title='Unbreak My Heart.'/><author><name>unspoken.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133182056675079706</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074534239280128915.post-4748638550259914501</id><published>2008-06-19T22:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:56:54.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart is Damaged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is the title that revealing? *hint of sarcasm* I am bummed out, of course. Portugal lost against Germany 3-2 and I will not be able to watch them play in the semi-finals. It really upset me, they had so many chances but then messed them up. Why did Germany have to play so well? Maybe Portugal didn't train well enough? What if it was my stupid dream? I had dreamt that Germany had won the game 1-0 but the outcome was better in a way. Or maybe it was Ronaldo's girlfriend? They were on a winning streak until she popped up in the stadium. She had to put pressure on him by making sure Portugal would be the champions of Euro 2008 so she could marry him. What kind of abnormal thing is that to say, "I'll marry you but only if you win the tournament!" Now is she really worth it? But thats not for me to decide. The bad part is is that I'm friends with a couple of Germans so they will probably want to rub it in my face, and then I'll go nuts for sure! I even watched the game a second time, just hoping that there was some sort of glitch the first time, that they might have actually won, but who was I kidding? Germany did display team work, remember there is no &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; in team..well you can't spell &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; with it either but you know what I mean, they worked together. Don't worry Portugal, I have a feeling we'll be ready for them next time! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074534239280128915-4748638550259914501?l=drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/4748638550259914501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074534239280128915&amp;postID=4748638550259914501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default/4748638550259914501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default/4748638550259914501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-heart-is-damaged.html' title='My Heart is Damaged.'/><author><name>unspoken.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133182056675079706</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074534239280128915.post-8639329345179789662</id><published>2008-06-17T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T16:08:52.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only the Beginning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v519/sara_8/?action=view&amp;amp;current=rachelbilsonblog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/sara_8/rachelbilsonblog.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I was watching The O.C earlier today and my favourite character is Summer so I decided to use Rachel Bilson as my template.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074534239280128915-8639329345179789662?l=drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/8639329345179789662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074534239280128915&amp;postID=8639329345179789662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default/8639329345179789662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default/8639329345179789662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/2008/06/only-beginning.html' title='Only the Beginning.'/><author><name>unspoken.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133182056675079706</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074534239280128915.post-5366913295513094709</id><published>2008-06-15T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T15:13:17.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v519/sara_8/?action=view&amp;amp;current=torres2dkcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/sara_8/torres2dkcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074534239280128915-5366913295513094709?l=drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5366913295513094709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074534239280128915&amp;postID=5366913295513094709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default/5366913295513094709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default/5366913295513094709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/2008/06/something-new.html' title='Something New.'/><author><name>unspoken.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133182056675079706</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074534239280128915.post-670972479857097592</id><published>2008-04-08T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T19:04:39.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;As you can tell from the title of my blog I am completely stressed out by the amount of homework, studying, and tests. This week has been the worst so far. I have a pile of chemistry homework and I don't even know where to begin! I've got a term paper to hand in on friday that I haven't even started because I haven't finished the book, I've got a math unit exam this friday and I'm going in extra early tomorrow morning for help. I also have two biology labs that I have to hand in tomorrow and they both of have never ending questions to answer. Well at least I have a free block tomorrow during spanish class because our class is going to a restaurant and I'm going to the library so I can relax then..but not really because I should study for my math test then. Eek! How do students with jobs get everything done? I just will never understand. Hopefully we'll do spinning on the cycles during P.E, I am in real need for a good leg exercise! I also hope that TSN shows the manchester united vs as roma game! :D I am super excited for that! Thats the only good thing about this week, other than the weekend. Oh god, I forgot, I have to go to school on thursday for like ten minutes because I've got to speak to my chemistry teacher(no school because of parent-teacher conferences). Other than that I think I had a pretty good day today besides the fact that some girl bitched at my friend because she was looking at her book. Nobody even knew that she put her gayass book on the desk that we were eating at. My friend just said, "Oh sorry I didn't know it was your book." and this other grl is like, "How could you not f--cking know that thats her book? she put it there!" and then my friend says, "Well I didn't see her put it here I was too busy talking with my friends." And then that gay ass loser just kept talking and then we just told her to chill out, it's just a book and it's not even yours. But that was completely rude, she didn't have to butt in and start swearing, once her friend had said,"Excuse me can you not touch that, it's my book." I think we got the message. Bitches like that make me so mad, it's just so unfortunate because they think they are such hot shots when in a few years we'll see how hot they'll really be. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074534239280128915-670972479857097592?l=drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/670972479857097592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074534239280128915&amp;postID=670972479857097592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default/670972479857097592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default/670972479857097592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/2008/04/stressed.html' title='Stressed.'/><author><name>unspoken.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133182056675079706</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074534239280128915.post-3292297977046740624</id><published>2008-03-28T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T22:40:56.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't you love it when you get a test/essay/report handed back to you from your teacher with the mark you deserve, the mark you've been longing for? I know I do. Just being able to get that A and say,"Yes, look at me, I got an A!!" But of course you can't just blurt that out so you keep on smiling until someone asks,"Hey, how did you do on your test/essay/report/other?" It happened to me during English class, first thing. My teacher hands back my essay first, the one that I've been waiting for and so very anxious to see my mark.When I get it back I quickly flip through it seeing the check marks on the page just praying for an A when I see it. 5.5/6! I started smiling even though nobody asked me what I got I told my sister and parents the good news, as long as I got my A I was over the moon about it =) Then I got my english test back on all the short stories we read and I got a B+ on that! I thought I did horrible! =/ That was definetely the highlight of my day. Then when I go to socials class and I get my timeline on WWII handed back I got 36/35! Sweet!! What a day, what a day. Oh god..I just realized that I have a socials test on WWII this tuesday and I forgot my textbook in my locker. Looks like I won't be smiling for joy when I get my socials test marked and handed back to me. Goody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074534239280128915-3292297977046740624?l=drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/3292297977046740624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074534239280128915&amp;postID=3292297977046740624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default/3292297977046740624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default/3292297977046740624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day.'/><author><name>unspoken.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133182056675079706</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074534239280128915.post-4308801301566271038</id><published>2008-03-19T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T00:24:06.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;As you can tell from the title I'm pretty angry right now. I have a friend that thinks she's all that and has to be told everything because she's a nosey person. She gets mad if nothing goes her way, loser. Well today she got mad at me for not telling her that I'm hanging out with my other friends, pretty stupid huh? She said that we're not friends because I DID NOT TELL HER ABOUT HANGING OUT WITH OTHER FRIENDS. You know how effing stupid that sounds?? You know I have had to freaking put up with her and her crap for the longest time ever, trust me, I could write a novel with all the things she's done to me. She's been rude and obnoxious and thinks she's all that well GUESS WHAT YOU'RE NOT. It's pretty sad how she's said that I was always a "great" friend and always there for her and said she's sorry for all the things she's done to me but I don't forgive and forget. If she's going to act this way then I don't want to even speak to her. I've never wanted to really be close to her mainly because she has hurt me and embaressed me in school so much. And just when I've hung out with some of my understanding, and awesome friends she freaks out. Why doesn't she go hang out with her new, cool, alcoholic friends? Like I ever say, "omg you went there and didn't tell me? holy crap don't talk to me ever again!" I would never say something retarded like that. Well she can just say bye bye to our friendship because it has just gone down the effing drain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074534239280128915-4308801301566271038?l=drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/4308801301566271038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074534239280128915&amp;postID=4308801301566271038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default/4308801301566271038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default/4308801301566271038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/2008/03/pissed-off.html' title='Pissed off.'/><author><name>unspoken.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133182056675079706</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074534239280128915.post-4788643162409678673</id><published>2008-03-14T17:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T17:27:24.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Can't decide what movies you want to watch for spring break?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I think these movies listed below may be good ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;The Other Boleyn Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=q7yBkPtg26I"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=q7yBkPtg26I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Superhero Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=VlRuC-eVmu4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=VlRuC-eVmu4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Horton Hears a Who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=HLRVr_Mp8T8"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=HLRVr_Mp8T8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Semi-Pro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=tNGqlzoHrrI"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=tNGqlzoHrrI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Be Kind Rewind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=J7C8nHAAs70"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=J7C8nHAAs70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Those are just some suggestions, there are of course, lots of other movies to watch but since I wanted to watch these myself I thought I'd share with the rest of you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074534239280128915-4788643162409678673?l=drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/4788643162409678673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074534239280128915&amp;postID=4788643162409678673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default/4788643162409678673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default/4788643162409678673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/2008/03/movies.html' title='Movies.'/><author><name>unspoken.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133182056675079706</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074534239280128915.post-4315459075693008664</id><published>2008-03-05T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:00:36.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Green.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;For the past two weeks now I haven't gone to one store, school or even looked at one magazine with the two most important words that can help make a difference to the world. &lt;em&gt;Going Green&lt;/em&gt;. It's about saving our planet and saving the human race. Everybody has been told how it can make our lives better, safer, and cleaner so why not just go green? It may be hard at first to make a change but do it for the better of humanity, do it because mother nature needs to be green in order to live. We don't want the fuel from our cars to pollute the air and destroy the trees. What about damaging our own lungs? If everyone did their part keeping the earth clean then we wouldn't have to worry about everyday disasters that could be prevented. Lets help make our world a better place. After all, isn't our planet worth saving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Check out seventeen's ecofriendly tips at &lt;a href="http://www.seventeen.com/gogreen"&gt;www.seventeen.com/gogreen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Want to plant a tree? Go to &lt;a href="http://www.arborday.com/"&gt;http://www.arborday.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074534239280128915-4315459075693008664?l=drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/4315459075693008664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074534239280128915&amp;postID=4315459075693008664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default/4315459075693008664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default/4315459075693008664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/2008/03/going-green.html' title='Going Green.'/><author><name>unspoken.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133182056675079706</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074534239280128915.post-7979324764928121155</id><published>2008-03-04T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T17:44:56.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip Girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well I just recently finished reading the prequel to The Gossip Girl series. It's really good! I could not stop reading, I was just glued to the words on the pages of the book. I really got to say that the rich people in the book are really living the life; partying, sulking in the sun, taking trips whenever they like, shopping and buying the most expensive clothing on the face of the earth, and are always in love. Then again, love is one thing that screws them over all the time. Nate loves Serena, even though he's dating Blair, and Serena loves Nate but knows she shouldn't while Dan is in one corner stalking her and Vanessa(with her beautifully shaven head) is at work just thinking of Dan, and then there's Jenny trying to get her breasts one size bigger than the day before. They all have a pretty complicated life. I guess Chuck is the only one free from all the pain and misery, having fun with any curvy girl he meets. You know the girl that actually does all the gossiping, (gossip girl I guess they call her) how does she get all this information about these characters? You might spot them once in awhile in the mall or at a restaurant but in a hotel on a trip to another country? Thats just insane. All these characters might as well be celebrities, it seems like the paparazzi are ready for them. The series really is a great read though, very intriguing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm real glad that my friend, Mahshid recommended and bought me this book otherwise I wouldn't have anything to gossip about, haha. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Speaking of Gossip Girl, did anyone see Chace Crawford(plays the role of Nate) In one of Cosmo Girl's magazines, it was a recent issue. My two friends, Lily and Laila, brought it to my attention first when I saw the poster up in Laila's room on the wall, I was like *GASP*, haha, it's a really nice picture ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Know what I mean, know what I mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v519/sara_8/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Chace100019-de.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/sara_8/Chace100019-de.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074534239280128915-7979324764928121155?l=drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/7979324764928121155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074534239280128915&amp;postID=7979324764928121155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default/7979324764928121155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default/7979324764928121155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/2008/03/gossip-girl.html' title='Gossip Girl.'/><author><name>unspoken.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133182056675079706</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074534239280128915.post-3163063082283105297</id><published>2008-03-02T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T13:07:15.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vantage Point.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I have to say Vantage Point was a really interesting and suspenseful movie. I liked how they had the point of view of 8 different people/groups to show what had really happened with the bombing and the president. The movie just kept me predicting what was going to happen along the way. I'm not going to spoil everything and tell you what exactly happened because that would ruin everything, duh. I also liked how their were not many well known actors, of course, their were three that I knew of very well. Dennis Quaid, Forest Whitaker, and Mathew Fox.My rating on this movie would be 41/2 /5 because I felt that their could have been a little something extra to make this movie even better, maybe more insight on other people's views, I'm not so sure what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I haven't been able to keep my blogging up to date because of the numerous amount of tests and homework. It seems to be the only thing that gets in the way of being able to post new blogs. I should actually be studying for a chemistry test that is tomorrow. I have 2 quizzes on Tuesday and two tests on Wednesday, and some more after that. These last couple of weeks have been really irritating for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have a surprise! Three Icons of Christina Aguilera, the new mommy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know about you but I liked her look before she redefined herself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v519/sara_8/My%20Graphics/?action=view&amp;amp;current=christinaav3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/sara_8/My%20Graphics/christinaav3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v519/sara_8/My%20Graphics/?action=view&amp;amp;current=christinaav2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/sara_8/My%20Graphics/christinaav2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v519/sara_8/My%20Graphics/?action=view&amp;amp;current=christinaav1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/sara_8/My%20Graphics/christinaav1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074534239280128915-3163063082283105297?l=drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/3163063082283105297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074534239280128915&amp;postID=3163063082283105297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default/3163063082283105297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default/3163063082283105297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/2008/03/vantage-point_02.html' title='Vantage Point.'/><author><name>unspoken.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133182056675079706</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074534239280128915.post-7570516976345276104</id><published>2008-02-17T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T18:34:10.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hey, it's me again =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've had a very busy two weeks, lots of tests to study for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;You know, I never thought that grade 11 would be so much more harder than grade 10. I thought it just be a little more difficult but not so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm doing ok for now so it's all good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I also don't have a job yet which I need real soon. It's just so hard because I know I won't be able to have time during the week to work and I want to be able to relax on the weekends. What to do, what to do. I know some people that have jobs on weekdays and they have to stay until late but then never get to finish their homework and get in trouble at school. I guess I'll have to wait and get a job in the summer. At least I'll have something to do then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Well I should start wrapping this up but I have a little something to post with this blog. It's a Blend I made on paint shop pro 8 a while ago but since I like it so very much I thought I'd post it up. I'll be posting up blends, icons, etc, every now and then just for fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v519/sara_8/My%20Graphics/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dazesundmoves.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/sara_8/My%20Graphics/dazesundmoves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Daisy Evans from Ex-S Club 8. Nice way to put it, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074534239280128915-7570516976345276104?l=drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/feeds/7570516976345276104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074534239280128915&amp;postID=7570516976345276104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default/7570516976345276104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default/7570516976345276104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-blog.html' title='Another Blog.'/><author><name>unspoken.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133182056675079706</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074534239280128915.post-4398428125493400092</id><published>2008-02-05T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T18:32:47.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;So this is how it feels likes to have your own blog. Ranting on about whatever your heart desires. sounds like fun to me. As you can see it's my first time making my own blog and I've decided to do this because 1) I thought it would be a good way to express myself and 2) I've wanted to do this for the longest time but haven't been able to. I've had so many projects and tests that I haven't been able to do much but sit at home and either glue pictures on to paper or study all of my notes for 6 of my classes.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I must go because I've got some more math sheets to finish, it just never ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074534239280128915-4398428125493400092?l=drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default/4398428125493400092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074534239280128915/posts/default/4398428125493400092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drastic2fantastic.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-first-day_05.html' title='My First Day.'/><author><name>unspoken.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02133182056675079706</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>
