<?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-1312041713102086124</id><updated>2011-12-01T08:55:39.659-08:00</updated><category term='Crappy Artwork'/><category term='Lyrics I Live By'/><category term='30 day challenge'/><category term='Noses Playing Hopscotch'/><category term='Illustrated RPs'/><category term='Not-So-Crappy Artwork'/><title type='text'>Freshly Squeezed Awesomeness</title><subtitle type='html'>What? I like the new name. Do you not like the new name? Too bad, bro, this ain't your blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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>266</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-1731216840948445745</id><published>2011-10-09T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T22:46:18.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why, hello again.</title><content type='html'>jesus, someone hasn't posted in like 2 months&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, that's me. *smack*&lt;br /&gt;Although I was perfectly aware of my absence most of the time, Jaime kind of metaphorically slapped me in the face with it, so here I am, not really knowing what to post about.&lt;br /&gt;Even though SEVEN BAJILLION things have happened. I guess that just means I have no idea where to start. Welp, I'm heavily considering whether I should talk about a personal thing that kind of impacts me and my relations to other people, like, a lot. Or, I could just tell you about Cats, which I'm super excited for!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Cats.&lt;br /&gt;it'll be buckets of fun when we put it on in January.&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually, I'm not sure yet because we're only 2 rehearsals in and haven't really done anything, but I can kinda tell by now. Especially because of the sheer amount of dancing in the show. Haven't really danced in a while, would like to get back into the swing of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was thing 1. Thing 2 is that me and my friend-thing Kye have a YouTube channel now. Which, coincidentally, is also buckets of fun. But this time it's present-tense.&lt;br /&gt;as of right now our fanbase consists of like four people but if anyone still reads this thing YOU CAN CHANGE THAT BY GOING TO&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/user/thellamafaces"&gt;THIS LINK&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;she's way more entertaining than me. Go watch her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing 3 is that I'm tired because it's 1:30 in the morning, but I also can't stop watching Alex Day reading Twilight because it makes me howl with laughter. Here's the playlist for that, which I linked from dft.ba because 1) the original address is really long and 2) I've been dying to use dft.ba for something 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dft.ba/-alexandtwilight"&gt;http://dft.ba/-alexandtwilight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;and in case you didn't catch on from my really obvious hinting, thing 4 is that I legitimately dated Hazel for three months until she decided to tell me that the whole thing was just a little science experiment on her part and the story is kind of long and complicated especially the part where she's a girl and I have a history of liking guys but I feel like wanting guys has been brought to a screeching halt because I realized all these things about the way those panned out and how I don't want a man at all in any circumstance because I barely find any of them attractive but meanwhile I find a loooooot of girls attractive I just never paid much attention to it and--*shot*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I realize I'm missing that last number of days for the thing, and I also don't really care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-1731216840948445745?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/1731216840948445745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-hello-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/1731216840948445745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/1731216840948445745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-hello-again.html' title='why, hello again.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-2971739706295662706</id><published>2011-08-03T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T18:59:48.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>hahahahaha days 9-16</title><content type='html'>I'm making this pretty difficult for myself, aren't I.&lt;br /&gt;I just keep forgetting because oh my god my showwwww :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Something that makes you sad when you think about it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tobykins ;_;&lt;br /&gt;and BOYYYYY do I ever feel like an ass because I remember telling him "I hope you die" and meaning it in an e-mail and now I'm realizing how that is not what I want at all or will ever want and bawwwwww I hope he'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. One thing you've lied about.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welll....&lt;br /&gt;"OH YEAH THERE IS NO ATTRACTION WHATSOEVER GOING ON HERE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Would you rather be stranded on a desert island with someone you love for 10 years or someone you hate for a month? Keep in mind you gotta survive. Discuss.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;if I knew in advance how long I would be there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if this person I love/hate loves/hates me back&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;becauseeee...if I knew in advance, I would easily pick the latter. We could go our separate ways knowing that we'd be on our way out in a month. But if I didn't, I feel like this mutual hatred would cause us to go all &lt;i&gt;Lord of the Flies &lt;/i&gt;on each other pretty freaken quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KILL THE PIG KILL THE PIG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 years is an awfully long time to be self-sufficient, regardless of whether or not I'm with the person I love most in the world during that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'd pick hate for a month as long as I don't turn out to hate a violent and cannibalistic person, nyar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Something you're currently worrying about.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh god what if all of a sudden she realizes--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wish I could say more. Come to think of it, though, if you look through all my blog posts, you're bound to piece this all together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Name one person off tumblr you'd throw off a cliff, one you'd marry, and one you'd shag.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wait..."off tumblr"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose this was originally a tumblr thing, but that really does not make any sense. You mean, like, people in real life, as in not on tumblr?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;either way, not answering this. NEXT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Something disgusting you do.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as far as I know I'm not much of a disgusting person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aside from leaving food in my room until it starts smelling weird or biting my nails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm finally breaking the habit of eating my hair, which is lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Lyrics that apply to your current situation/mood.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not on MY side of things, unless you wanna get really generic.&amp;nbsp;but I can totally imagine someone in particular screaming this at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also the situation in the comic at that time is kinda the same, hohohoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f-s7XcV4ZyM" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAAYYYY MORE OF ME BEING AN EGS NERD&lt;br /&gt;moving on now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. A drunken story.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I've never been drunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT'S THE END OF THAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-2971739706295662706?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/2971739706295662706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/08/hahahahaha-days-9-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/2971739706295662706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/2971739706295662706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/08/hahahahaha-days-9-16.html' title='hahahahaha days 9-16'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/f-s7XcV4ZyM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-6935451395257802562</id><published>2011-07-26T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T10:19:59.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welp, I'm bad at this. Days 5, 6, 7, and 8.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I literally did not have access to a computer or any type of Wi-fi for these past days. So don't yell at me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Weird things you do when you're alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh...besides doing inane things on the Internet, the most common things for me to do when alone are 1) Talk to myself, recite lines, or sing in front of a mirror, which never lasts less than 20 minutes, 2) write in Diary (as of late, anyway), and 3) lie around thinking/texting/reading/playing PvZ.&lt;br /&gt;none of them are really 'weird' per se...but I don't really do anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. How you'd spend $10,000.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's easy, put however much I need towards university, and then just keep the rest around for the satisfaction of always having money on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Things you like/don't like about the way you look.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;well, bad things include:&lt;br /&gt;- it seems like any fatness I ever accumulate goes straight to my legs&lt;br /&gt;- my nose sticks out more than any human nose should&lt;br /&gt;- I get 'the eternally tired' underneath my eyes&lt;br /&gt;- MY HAIR oh god my hair&lt;br /&gt;- my lips are constantly chapped and I have no idea why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annnnd things I like?&lt;br /&gt;- most clothes look decent on me&lt;br /&gt;- long eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;- small feet, and therefore fit into mother's shoes because I don't feel like buying my own&lt;br /&gt;...that's all I can come up with there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Your last night out in detail.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, um&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT out?&lt;br /&gt;I don't take NIGHTS out, I take DAYS out.&lt;br /&gt;if we're talking 'out' as in 'out of the house', last night from 5 to 9 was my tech rehearsal? I got there and found out oh god I have to have a mic (only like 4 people DON'T have mics), and also that my Grace costume is pretty much just the most awesome thing ever. It involves these lacy half-glove things and aaaa fangirl'd.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know about Lowbutt though, we stayed in our beginning outfits the whole time because we don't really have any lighting except for the sun, and so tech was mostly for handling the 12 mics and adjusting to the band and the smaller stage and that kinda stuff.&lt;br /&gt;other than that, I can't tell you much except that I'm SO EXCITED now oh my god like you have no idea. Especially cause I know that people I know are coming and aaaaaa can't freaken wait!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-6935451395257802562?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/6935451395257802562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/07/welp-im-bad-at-this-days-5-6-7-and-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6935451395257802562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6935451395257802562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/07/welp-im-bad-at-this-days-5-6-7-and-8.html' title='Welp, I&apos;m bad at this. Days 5, 6, 7, and 8.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-4951153296952793445</id><published>2011-07-21T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T16:03:40.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Days 3 and 4. Oh, this'll be fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;gah, sorry, I'm in Newfoundland right now at an Internet cafe. I forgot to finish yesterday's post because I was busy packin' and stuff.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. 5 things that irritate you about the opposite sex/same sex.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...well, which is it?&lt;br /&gt;I'll just do it for both then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS pretty much all of these could have 'in my experience' tacked onto the front so THESE ARE NOT GENERALIZATIONS ABOUT THE ENTIRE MALE/FEMALE POPULATION BUT JUST THE ONES THAT I'VE COME ACROSS&lt;br /&gt;Guys:&lt;br /&gt;1) they think ignoring the problem is the best way to solve it.&lt;br /&gt;2) they trick you into thinking you really can just be friends with them and then they profess their undying love for you with NO WARNING WHATSOEVER.&lt;br /&gt;3) their failures at talking about feelings (well, most of them, anyway)&lt;br /&gt;4) Their listening skills, or extreme lack thereof &lt;br /&gt;5) their obsession with being MANLY RAAAARGHHH otherwise oh my god WHAT IF PEOPLE THINK I'M GAY OR SOMETHING OH THE HORROR. (Yes, because being gay is the ABSOLUTE WORST THING EVER. o_o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls:&lt;br /&gt;1) honestly, do you think that thing that you're wearing actually looks GOOD?&lt;br /&gt;2) the fact that they've made it the norm to take 200 pictures of yourself in a bathroom mirror.&lt;br /&gt;3) Their obsession with social status.&lt;br /&gt;4) The fact that they seem to be happy when they have a boyfriend, but depressed when they don't. THAT'S SAD. GO LIVE YOUR OWN FREAKEN LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;5) You have to weed through them to find the super special ones. (With guys it's easy, because the special ones are generally the ones that are nice to you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;and because that was yesterday's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. The best thing to happen to you this week.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean, this past seven days? Or since Monday?&lt;br /&gt;aaaaa something that was quite possibly the most awesome thing to happen to me in a while happened on Sunday but alkfjsjkfhjhg I AM FORBIDDEN FROM TALKING ABOUT IT FOR THE TIME BEING&lt;br /&gt;also I kind of figured out something super giant that I've been dwelling on since May but ALSO CANNOT DISPATCH INFORMATION YET&lt;br /&gt;god i really hate being so cryptic&lt;br /&gt;but it is necessary for the time being&lt;br /&gt;it's safe to assume that the internets will be the last to know, because they are the least personal thing to tell.&lt;br /&gt;so hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yay&lt;br /&gt;these computers supposedly have a 20-minute time limit but I think I've been on muchmuch longer than that. nyar. I gotta jet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-4951153296952793445?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/4951153296952793445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/07/days-3-and-4-oh-thisll-be-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/4951153296952793445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/4951153296952793445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/07/days-3-and-4-oh-thisll-be-fun.html' title='Days 3 and 4. Oh, this&apos;ll be fun.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-4697466955298507061</id><published>2011-07-19T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:45:50.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 2. Moar posts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;2. A famous person you've been compared to.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;gah, this never happens. I'm not hot enough. ._. My dad says I have Angelina Jolie lips, but he's kind of obliged as a parent to say these things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get compared to cartoon characters a hell of a lot, though. Taylor says I act like Jade from Homestuck, and with my old hair I was pretty much a lookalike of Ellen from EGS. Minus the V5-ish chest, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also daisy from bcb is my clone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...well, except for one minor detail. woooop foreshadowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, on with what I did today, because I actually did stuff. Well, kind of. Went and met Hazel at the library and we hung out for a few hours in and around Galleria. (I refuse to call it Citi Plaza.) I don't really know. We walked around and purchased stuff including these awesome buttons that are now on my bag which say "I like poetry, long walks on the beach, and poking dead things with a stick" and "I express my individuality through mass-produced buttons". They both gave me a nice gigglesnort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also chocolate-covered almonds 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bulk barrel is like the best place ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you go there and you like fill a bag with stuff and the guy is like "that'll be forty-seven cents"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then you're all :'D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm just sittin' around for a few minutes before I go to rehearsal. Which is not a terribly interesting POV to write from. So screw you all and goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-4697466955298507061?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/4697466955298507061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-2-moar-posts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/4697466955298507061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/4697466955298507061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-2-moar-posts.html' title='Day 2. Moar posts.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-425784364149723332</id><published>2011-07-18T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T15:30:00.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>oh hey. 30 days of MEMEMEMEMEEEEE.</title><content type='html'>I've been hiding from my blog for a while, because I was like "gaaaah should I do something special for 300 posts or not 8( "&lt;br /&gt;Instead of doing something that you'll enjoy, I'm going to spend the next 30 days spamming this thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SyuwMfVlPM/TiSvWwlfVvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/zX-1zeGsnpI/s1600/tumblr_lo4q5dgNlQ1qb6haqo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SyuwMfVlPM/TiSvWwlfVvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/zX-1zeGsnpI/s1600/tumblr_lo4q5dgNlQ1qb6haqo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yyyyyep. Should be fun times.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should start with number 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. The person you like and why you like them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ah, crap. This is gonna get vague.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not answering the first part of the question. I like them because--oh, I don't know--they're the most amazing person I've ever come across in my whole entire existence?&lt;br /&gt;I use 'amazing' in the sense that they amaze me, and not always in the sense that they are easy to deal with. Sometimes, things can get a little out of hand. But that's part of the appeal - and they're just so smart and cute and funny and violent and sweet and weird and creepy and unpredictable and hot and so on and so forth...I can't freaken help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so that was sappy. Ehh, deal with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-425784364149723332?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/425784364149723332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-hey-30-days-of-mememememeeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/425784364149723332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/425784364149723332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-hey-30-days-of-mememememeeeee.html' title='oh hey. 30 days of MEMEMEMEMEEEEE.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SyuwMfVlPM/TiSvWwlfVvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/zX-1zeGsnpI/s72-c/tumblr_lo4q5dgNlQ1qb6haqo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-5343556990701677187</id><published>2011-07-06T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T06:29:52.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Groggy is fun.</title><content type='html'>Amount of sleep I got last night: none&lt;br /&gt;here's a timeline of my night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11pm: "I should get to sleep, I have to do stuff tomorrow...but maaaaan I wanna play Plants vs. Zombies right now"&lt;br /&gt;2am: ended up beating almost the entire game in one sitting. Looked at the clock. Was like OH SHI---&lt;br /&gt;2am - 3am: wrote a completely pointless and babble-y diary entry about nothing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;3am - 3:15am : was like "ooooh it's wednesday new comicssss" and read new EGS and BCB strips off of iPod. Attempted to read Evil Diva and Questionable Content's, but neither were up for whatever reason.&lt;br /&gt;3:15am - 4am: tried to get to sleep. Extremely unsuccessful. Tossed and turned constantly.&lt;br /&gt;4am - 7am: was just like "screw it, no matter how hard I try, I'm not gonna sleep, why waste my time?" and started playing PvZ again :B&lt;br /&gt;then around that time I got my butt out of bed to make the microwave stop beeping because someone left something in there and if you don't go get it it beeps constantlyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the conclusion you can be brought to from this story is that oh my god i'm in love with plants vs. zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;all this talk of it is making me want to play it. So goodbye now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT: oh my goodness gracious I didn't realize this was my 299th post!!!!! I SHOULD MAKE YOU GUYS SOMETHING PRETTY :B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-5343556990701677187?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/5343556990701677187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/07/groggy-is-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/5343556990701677187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/5343556990701677187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/07/groggy-is-fun.html' title='Groggy is fun.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-7806674009806131823</id><published>2011-07-02T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T18:48:12.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR INTERNET: I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT.</title><content type='html'>holy hell my background is ugly.&lt;br /&gt;dear past nikki there's a difference between loving the smudge tool and RAPING IT&lt;br /&gt;RAPE IS NOT LOVE&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN OH MAN&lt;br /&gt;also aaaaa the shadows just look so dirty it works so much better if you use a palette instead of the opacity setting slghsjkghfdgh&lt;br /&gt;I love how literally like 2 posts ago I was like OOOO PRETTY BACKGROUND but that was just because I was like YES I FINALLY FINISHED THIS NOW I CAN FINALLY HAVE A CUSTOM BG WOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I DID have more to say than that, but I have just been told that I'm not allowed to say anything about it for now. Which means, don't expect me to be posting very often in the near future because it's one of those things that's just devouring my mindddd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-7806674009806131823?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/7806674009806131823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/07/dear-internet-i-have-announcement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/7806674009806131823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/7806674009806131823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/07/dear-internet-i-have-announcement.html' title='DEAR INTERNET: I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-5566813326110843175</id><published>2011-06-29T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T19:50:34.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh hey, school's out</title><content type='html'>as a result of this, here's what I did all day:&lt;br /&gt;1) got up and texted Hazel until her roaming charges forbid it (it's a full-time task, she texts in rapid-fire-ninja mode)&lt;br /&gt;2) watched &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/charlieissocoollike"&gt;charlieissocoollike&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for approximately three hours straight&lt;br /&gt;3) thought "hey, I should do somethi--OH WAIT I HAVE NO MONEY *sob*"&lt;br /&gt;4) realized I have massive artblock, so I can't even draw anything&lt;br /&gt;5) ate some rice with vegetables and plum sauce in it&lt;br /&gt;6) wasted several more hours on &lt;a href="http://thatguywiththeglasses.com/"&gt;thatguywiththeglasses&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(extended my eternal love for both NChick and Todd in the Shadows&lt;br /&gt;7) browsed deviantART and realized that people whom I wish to marry are likely to be named Veronica (hence, &lt;a href="http://taeshilh.deviantart.com/"&gt;Veronica Vera&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://theknysh.deviantart.com/"&gt;Veronica Knysh&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;8) made brownies for no reason&lt;br /&gt;9) ate half of them while watching iCarly for some reason&lt;br /&gt;10) got random, unsponsored praise from one of my favourite people on this planet, Kenny:&lt;br /&gt;"This is your daily reminder:&lt;br /&gt;Your Amazing. you are so unique and really out there. I really like the facts that I got to know you for such a length of time. Thank you for being you."&lt;br /&gt;...and then just sat there like AAAAA HOLY CRAP I LOVE YOU SO MUCH and also like WHY DO I GET THE FEELING HE MEANT TO POST THIS ON SOMEONE ELSE'S WALL (yeah, I'm just that insecure)&lt;br /&gt;11) made this blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pshh why did I think this summer would be any different?&lt;br /&gt;ehh, whatevs. I'm...somewhat content with being a loaf? I'm content enough to not actually try to do anything about it. plus also I DO have rehearsals three times a week so it's not like I'll be a full-on loafy loaf&lt;br /&gt;yay 8D&lt;br /&gt;also the people that I linked are all my future lovers and they are awesome aaaaa GO CLICK DEM LINKZ NAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really make some better content, shouldn't I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-5566813326110843175?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/5566813326110843175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-hey-schools-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/5566813326110843175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/5566813326110843175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-hey-schools-out.html' title='oh hey, school&apos;s out'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-3346800711608275154</id><published>2011-06-11T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T22:50:22.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2am babbling, you know you love it</title><content type='html'>oh my, it's like 2am&lt;br /&gt;dem ISPs are gettin' me all procrastinatey. I'll feel bad if I go to bed without doing any work, but I DON'T FEEL LIKE DOING THIS WORK SLKGJSLKG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how the teachers seem to be oblivious to the fact that ALL OF YOUR OTHER TEACHERS ARE ALSO ASSIGNING ISPs, and so proceed to GIVE YOU SOME GIANT PROJECT AND EXPECT YOU TO FINISH IT WHILE YOU'VE GOT ALL THIS CRAP FROM YOUR OTHER THREE SUBJECTS TO WORRY ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ffffffff this never happened at waldorf because all the teachers were bros&lt;br /&gt;they were like 'hey, dem kids already have all this crap on their plates, maybe we should not assign this also' and everything was all fine and dandy there.&lt;br /&gt;moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;I WANTED to make a post around a week ago, but my processor decided to be a bitch and just...stop turning on. We took it to the computer place and were like 'dudes fix this nao' and then got it back a few days later...and lo and behold, it still didn't turn on.&lt;br /&gt;butthenwejustswappedthepowercordoutforadifferentoneanditworkedperfectly&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;8D&lt;br /&gt;holy crap, I'm tired. I should go to bedddd. But then I'll have made today a completely unproductive day. And I have rehearsal tomorrow then immediately after I'm going to Hazel's house and I have no freaken clue how long I'll be over there. and then aaaaa I will not even have started that thing for Science that may or may not be worth 15% of my mark....and that would be terrible awfulness which should not need to happen.&lt;br /&gt;but it does because I'm tired and wanna sleeeep. Plus there is some awkward nonsense going on in my life right now and I want to write in Diary about it.&lt;br /&gt;nonsense that is so awkward I can't bear to tell it to the internet, yes.&lt;br /&gt;also people keep randomly asking my brother if I'm a lesbian&lt;br /&gt;I love how they don't even bother to ask ME, just my brother&lt;br /&gt;that is totally unrelated to my awkward nonsense, though.&lt;br /&gt;yyyyyyep, no significance at allllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've said too much oh god i have to go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-3346800711608275154?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/3346800711608275154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/06/2am-babbling-you-know-you-love-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/3346800711608275154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/3346800711608275154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/06/2am-babbling-you-know-you-love-it.html' title='2am babbling, you know you love it'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-6222640313756772725</id><published>2011-05-29T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T21:52:00.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GAIZ.</title><content type='html'>IT'S REALLY LATE AND A SCHOOL NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD BE DOING OTHER THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE SLEEPING.&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, I AM NOT.&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT MY PRETTY BACKGROUND.&lt;br /&gt;ITS SO PRETTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in actual fact 3 out of 4 sketches for those were really aaaaa and disgusting. The only one I really like is the sad one. But I was like 'pffff it's in the background nobody will notice'.&lt;br /&gt;I was probably wrong so see if you can spot all the screwups!!!! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also welcome to freshly squeezed awesomeness and not, in any way, nikki's most amazingest blog evar&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I decided to include my love of orange juice in the title.&lt;br /&gt;Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have a lot to say except for that. Wait, I probably do, but i'mtiredihavetosleepbye.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't really talked much about Purple, remember, dat other colourful character I added to my list a few posts back? (UPDATEZ Red is totally dormant (duh), Green is fun to obsess over but THAT'S IT BRO, Blue will never happen and if it does someone should smack me.)&lt;br /&gt;well he's still pretty hawt&lt;br /&gt;8D&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;I'll make my blog description (the text under the title) more interesting once people stop telling me how bad I am at naming things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'll excuse me, I have to go take a shower at 1am because my hair is gross.&lt;br /&gt;a la prochaine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-6222640313756772725?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/6222640313756772725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/05/gaiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6222640313756772725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6222640313756772725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/05/gaiz.html' title='GAIZ.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-224099711093703638</id><published>2011-05-22T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T21:26:01.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't even know man</title><content type='html'>I'm almost at 300 posts B)&lt;br /&gt;maybe I should make another pretty picture, but this time without failed anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;JUST MAYBE, BRO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also I don't think I want the name of meh blog to be Nikki's Most Amazingest Blog Evar anymore. It's pretty lame. But, in some cases, it's the only way to sum up the crap that goes on around here. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I might just change the name to James Version 2.0 and be done with that nonsense, but that might give actual James or anyone else that knows him some weird looks on their faces. But hey, for the longest time the name was Nikki's Toby-Inspired Blog...BUT then again I probably secretly wanted to do sexy things with that kid when creating that name slkgjhfgksh&lt;br /&gt;I'll figure something out. Eventually.&lt;br /&gt;On the topic of blog changes, it does say that 'I'll be assing around with my layout in a bit" up there. And yes, I was actually planning on making myself a super spiffy layout. I got busy with homework and wasting time with Gavie and that sorts of crap while working on the graphics for said layout. I'll probably work on it eventually, but for now, THE WARNING STAYS.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha don't you love it when you keep your blog going on far longer than the person who inticed you to make one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway~&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I've been home since Friday. But on Friday Daviekins came to see me and I was like *squeal*&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, I stayed over at Gavie's last night, and then went rollerskating with him and Hazel today. And zen all three of us went back to Gavie's house and had a grand old time with the human slingshot (giant piece of fabric used to fling 4 people around at a time...it's hard to explain).&lt;br /&gt;YES, YES I DO HANG OUT WITH THE SAME PEOPLE PERPETUALLY.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I AM JUST THAT AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait, here's the thing. Some people, they like to have lots of friends and juggle between them. But no, sir, not me. I'm content with only having a handful of friends, don't really make an effort to make more, and for the most part, prefer being alone to being around people. But the few friends I do have, I love to death. And this, my lovelies, is the way I like it.&lt;br /&gt;we are moving on now, aren't we.&lt;br /&gt;yessir.&lt;br /&gt;Actually we aren't because I'm freaken tired and goodbye now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-224099711093703638?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/224099711093703638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-dont-even-know-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/224099711093703638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/224099711093703638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-dont-even-know-man.html' title='I don&apos;t even know man'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-4815481469172403703</id><published>2011-05-13T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T21:08:33.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POSTING ISSUES AND HONK AND MATH ROOM ANTICS</title><content type='html'>nyaha, 2 weeks isn't THAT bad of a gap 8D&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna make these posts monthly or anything, but that seems to be what the case is here. I know, I suck. I actually did want to do a post a few days ago, but Blogger was like "oh wait we're down for maintenance hahahaha SCREW YOU"&lt;br /&gt;I needa get back in the spirit of bloggin'. I guess it was more appealing when I was aware of exactly who was reading my blog (aka LWS people and some others), but at this point, I'm not entirely sure how many of them still give a crap about me, especially because of how scarcely I post. I may be on the same front with Daviekins on this topic, but the only difference is, I actually did post regularly at some point. *brick'd*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to say, what to say...&lt;br /&gt;OH! I'm also trying to be more frequent in my diary, too. (I put stuff in THERE even less - bi-monthy, maybe?) I've been pretty emo and high-maintenance and Lucylike (lol BCB) in teh recent times, and diarywriting almost always helps me with that. I think one of the reasons why I've become less accustomed to writing over the years is because my entries keep getting longer and more detailed as I age and become more of a coherent writer. Nowadays, I'll take, like, ten pages to describe one event, just because SO MUCH HAPPENED and I don't just talk about stuff for no reason, because I know that if I do, it'll be a looooong ride.&lt;br /&gt;Blogworld is slightly different from that, because on the internet, everyone is pretty much granted permission to be lazy and stupid, so if I don't feel like finishing a post, &lt;i&gt;I won't freaken finish it. &lt;/i&gt;You might assume that this would mean I would just have a bunch of half-finished and annoying posts floating around, but what it actually means is that I often just don't feel like starting in the first place. Laziness is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get this damn song out of my damn head. This would be the junior recording of the song, and lemme tell ya, our cast's version is way better. Especially the quacks and clucks or whatever at around the 4-minute mark. Theirs are laaaaame&lt;br /&gt;if you would like to see me do this dance, I would be more than happy. It involves lots of flapping wings and pecky heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DZ2-okhB4Eg" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one that's like "THO' OF COURSE I'M RATHER GRANDER" and I also do that better, nyar.&lt;br /&gt;Also later I am also plus also a domesticated hen and sing this song. I really hate this version  of the song, it's too slow. o_o It's the only one I can find, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Aqq4BGJXoZc" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I was GONNA sing this song, but &lt;b&gt;WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; CUT&lt;/span&gt; THIS SONG. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WHO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy crap I was so angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS SONG MADE MY LIFE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DEAR ARTISTIC STAFF, THANK YOU FOR UN-MAKING MY LIFE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one that's NOT having an affair with the cat. But hopefully my costume will be less pudgy and horrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WuPRPmZji6A" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how the cut was just to shave off a few minutes, too. There wasn't a legitimate reason at all. Except for maybe the Cat in our cast being a girl...what, have these people got a problem with lesbians? That, sir, is not acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on because this topic makes me too angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's something you haven't heard about yet?&lt;br /&gt;Why, Hazel and I's math room antics, of course!&lt;br /&gt;As related to the previous post, Gavie likes being a little bitch to me, so I've taken to hanging out with Hazel at lunch. All you need to know about her is that she's loud and crazy and is way better at art than me and complains when her mark drops from a 99 to a 97 and I love her. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;We like spending our lunch period being giggly and annoying in our room where we do mathematical things. Creeping out our teacher (Mr. Gray) is pretty easy and terribly amusing. One time we were like "omg we're gonna draw you okay?" and then we each did a side of his face, and as you can imagine, it turned out juuuust a little asymmetrical. Add that to the fact that we have radically different pencilling styles, and you get some kind of zombie-teacher on paper. We tried mercilessly to get him to tack it up on the wall, but he was like "Dude, that thing freaks me out" and we were just all up in his grill like "pfffff ahahahaha"&lt;br /&gt;I would say 'you had to be there', but I like to think that this gets some kind of humour points from someone who is not us.&lt;br /&gt;PS we did make him something that he put up, and it is Berwald, the Salivating Tree. It looks exactly how you would think it would look, and still cracks me up. Neither of us could breathe after we just taped it on the wall and ran, and he looked on the wall and gave us a look like "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT."&lt;br /&gt;oh man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's enough yappin' for today&lt;br /&gt;don't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-4815481469172403703?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/4815481469172403703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/05/posting-issues-and-honk-and-math-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/4815481469172403703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/4815481469172403703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/05/posting-issues-and-honk-and-math-room.html' title='POSTING ISSUES AND HONK AND MATH ROOM ANTICS'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DZ2-okhB4Eg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-815432934300360746</id><published>2011-04-25T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T11:57:20.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics I Live By #20</title><content type='html'>I already posted Dead Boy's Poem over on FB, so I'm not gonna make this redundant, but I'm still in a nostalgia-driven Avril Lavigne state, so here you go, more Avrilness.&lt;br /&gt;Why yes, yes I do pick and choose the parts of the song that fit the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought you were cool until the point&lt;br /&gt;Up until the point you didn't call me when you said you would&lt;br /&gt;Finally figured out you're all the same&lt;br /&gt;Always coming up with some kind of story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought you'd come around when I ignored you&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought you'd have the decency to change&lt;br /&gt;But babe, I guess you didn't take that warning&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm not about to look at your face again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that you lie to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;You can't see the world through a mirror&lt;br /&gt;It won't be too late when the smoke clears&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I, I'm still here...&lt;br /&gt;(Too Much to Ask - Avril Lavigne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_tTtPWvymDk" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-815432934300360746?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/815432934300360746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/04/lyrics-i-live-by-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/815432934300360746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/815432934300360746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/04/lyrics-i-live-by-20.html' title='Lyrics I Live By #20'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_tTtPWvymDk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-7723989527145269979</id><published>2011-04-25T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T11:27:42.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>okay so</title><content type='html'>guys, I think I forgot I had a blog for a month or something&lt;br /&gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;That's a legitimate excuse, though, RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;fffff&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of in a funk right now, and not in a good way. I'm trying to suck it up and behave like a normal human being to the rest of the world, because I have discovered that me + horrible events + a blog = SUPER-FANTASTICAL-EMONESS.&lt;br /&gt;and noboby likes superfantasticalemoness&lt;br /&gt;so, on a completely unrelated topic, you know that feeling you get when your best friend basically tells you that he has no interest in being your friend anymore and will replace you with your annoying-as-crap ex in the blink of an eye because you're too busy crying your eyes out alone in your room to be interesting?&lt;br /&gt;Just me? Really? Anyone? Don't be shy now!&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;gee, for some reason, I have no interest in blogging anymore. Except for a PERFECT L.I.L.B. post, which I will post momentarily. But virtual hugs would be much appreciated. Screw you all and goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-7723989527145269979?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/7723989527145269979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/04/okay-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/7723989527145269979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/7723989527145269979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/04/okay-so.html' title='okay so'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-7272705405575241135</id><published>2011-03-24T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T19:19:55.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sum serious stuffs.</title><content type='html'>Okay, okay, I've said it enough freaken times already, but I really actually will make a valiant effort to post more often.&lt;br /&gt;but why not&lt;br /&gt;because busy&lt;br /&gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what else I haven't done in forever? Written a song. Nyar, I kinda miss being all angstyemo for that reason alone...I wrote some pretty cool songs. Even though I kind of have an evil idea for one, I would probably feel like a terrible person after writing it. Life isn't ALL fine-and-dandy in Nikkiland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do that thing now where I have no idea what to post about so I just babble about whatever's on my mind. Oh wait, that's all I ever do on here anyway. *slapped*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Somebody beat Jimmy with the unfriendly stick, dudes. He used to be at least civil to me, now he barely even looks at me, and Thomas (all you need to know about him is that he's blonde, mildly annoying, and lives under a rock) passed on that he is 'beyond hating me'. This is baffling; does it mean that he's matured and moved on from hating me, or that he hates me so much that the word 'hate' isn't an adequate way to describe it? Either way, it's for a really stupid reason and even though I can't stand him, I wish he would just TALK to me about it instead of being all huffy and secretive and rumorstarting about it. Like come on.&lt;br /&gt;I mean I was obsessive and creepy to Met, but at least I was letting him talk it out. Even if he didn't really want to. What IS that about guys that makes it so that they think completely evading the issue will let it solve itself?! Gah.&lt;br /&gt;I think that's enough teenage angst. Do you think it's enough teenage angst? But I have other things to angst about!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;fine, I guess they can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep starting a bunch of art memes that I'm slowly finishing whenever I can salvage some me-time. They are extremely awesome. Here, actually, I've hade 2 half-assed ones (I wanna colour the others), these seem like appropriate blawg material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RF6lIXa3foo/TYvgSWqeA2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/SFXbg9R91q4/s1600/handwriting+meme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RF6lIXa3foo/TYvgSWqeA2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/SFXbg9R91q4/s320/handwriting+meme.jpg" width="29" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaaaay stuff to click on and read 8D&lt;br /&gt;memes are actually hella fun, if a complete waste of time. But c'mon, what ISN'T a complete waste of time these days. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would be kind of awesome if I could post the Facebook one on Facebook, but nyar the picture viewer on there is a moron and resizes things to no end D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT: Maybe this is just my computer being weird, but even when you click on them AND zoom in they're really small...here's the dA links for them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://nikkoliah.deviantart.com/#/d3b6315"&gt;http://nikkoliah.deviantart.com/#/d3b6315&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nikkoliah.deviantart.com/#/d3akwb8"&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://nikkoliah.deviantart.com/#/d3akwb8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-B_rhhqg_peE/TYvgd-A9B5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/OphFcDdJjnU/s1600/fbmeme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-B_rhhqg_peE/TYvgd-A9B5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/OphFcDdJjnU/s320/fbmeme.jpg" width="33" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;am&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;freaken&lt;br /&gt;tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only like 10 but aggghhh I sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-7272705405575241135?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/7272705405575241135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/03/sum-serious-stuffs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/7272705405575241135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/7272705405575241135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/03/sum-serious-stuffs.html' title='sum serious stuffs.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RF6lIXa3foo/TYvgSWqeA2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/SFXbg9R91q4/s72-c/handwriting+meme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-3784187844303985513</id><published>2011-03-02T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T14:36:04.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sobs* I'M SORRY</title><content type='html'>holy jesus, my life is so boring. That's why I haven't been posting. I know that in the first summer that I started this here blawg, I was just babbling about random crap, but I look back on some of my older posts and become hideously embarrassed at how positively hip I thought I was. (That's your cue to backtrack to my oldest posts and laugh at me. You can see some NikkixRed action goin' on back around that time, it's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;he comments on like everything I do&lt;br /&gt;it was true love&lt;br /&gt;8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, if you haven't read the entire blog all the way through, it probably means you have a life, and I commend you for that. Not my point. It really is quite an entertaining read, especially around the Red-Met transformation stage where I'm all like AAAAAAANGST OH MY GOD SO MUCH ANGSTY TEENAGE ANGST. I mean, not to self-praise or anything, but I was entertaining when I was totally just trying to wallow in my own misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry im better nao *hit*&lt;br /&gt;looking back, I probably was medically depressed at some point. C'mon son, you don't bawl your eyes out every day for like a month or so and not have something wrong in dem craniums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda funny to find my old Lyrics I Live By posts, too, because this was stuff I was listening to before I had music taste. There's a nostalgia factor in all of them, though, nyar :3 Especially...did I ever post any I Am Ghost? I keep seeing their albums in random CD stores and nostalgia-ing all over the place for some reason. I would think Billy Talent would be more nostalgic, because (as I've probably said before) they're the first thing that I ever liked with guitars in it. Life development, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to write in really tiny print, too, which annoys me now because I don't feel like changing it and IT'S SO SMALL. I've changed layouts like a million times and that's probably why it looked less tiny before. ngghhh you need a friggin microscope to read some of the posts man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*starts following own advice* OMG REMEMBER WHEN I CALLED RED XXX. HAHAHAHA I WAS SO LAME.&lt;br /&gt;...I don't think I'll be getting any homework done tonight. *reads own stupidness*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-3784187844303985513?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/3784187844303985513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/03/sobs-im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/3784187844303985513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/3784187844303985513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/03/sobs-im-sorry.html' title='*sobs* I&apos;M SORRY'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-3524711929899356781</id><published>2011-02-13T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T09:55:56.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nomity nom nommm</title><content type='html'>holy crap, I haven't posted in a LOOOOng time. I've been busy with the daily journal comics over on dA (WHICH YOU CAN SEE THERE AND ONLY THERE SO TO GO MY DEVIANTART THE FRIG), which pretty much fill the role of my blog in most cases. I haven't been doing a very good job of keeping 'em daily, though...especially because having a new semester and at least 70% more work than my hilariously easy first one is already dragging my schedule down, 2 days in. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh, it's not like a lot of people read them&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;i suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. I really don't have anything to say. I recently decided on a new colourful character. His name is Purple. Yay for vague. See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-3524711929899356781?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/3524711929899356781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/02/nomity-nom-nommm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/3524711929899356781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/3524711929899356781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/02/nomity-nom-nommm.html' title='nomity nom nommm'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-5716896471037984055</id><published>2011-01-24T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T19:44:35.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DUDE I FOLLOWED THROUGH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nikkoliah.deviantart.com/"&gt;visit me on dA!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click it&lt;br /&gt;CLICK IT&lt;br /&gt;clickity click&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few things up on it right now, like stuff you can ONLY see there and not here or ANYWHERE ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;you should get an account just so you can follow me around the site and favourite everything I do to make me feel special ;.;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I love about dA so far: long-winded commentary on stuff is not only accepted, but encouraged. ME AND MY BIG MOUTH FIT RIGHT IN. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-5716896471037984055?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/5716896471037984055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/01/dude-i-followed-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/5716896471037984055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/5716896471037984055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/01/dude-i-followed-through.html' title='DUDE I FOLLOWED THROUGH!!!'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-275966502374824663</id><published>2011-01-23T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T11:49:27.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalalaaaaaa exams</title><content type='html'>yeah, they start on Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;whoopdefrickindoo.&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoozles. I have a buncha crap to finish up, like I have this booklet thing for Health that I got to draw some disturbing things for. Like, the categories are Violence, Substance Use and Abuse, and Sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;nyarhar, don't worry, they were still all at least PG-rated (what the hell do you expect, it's for school). But yeah. Disturbing stuff. People walked behind me in class and saw it and they were like &lt;b&gt;HOLY CRAP WHAT IS THAT DID YOU DRAW IT AAAAAAHHHH&lt;/b&gt; and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I should really get a DeviantART account if I'm gonna start churning out things that more than one person cares about seeing (aka portraits). Then I don't have to be all conflicted n'shit when I'm like 'ughughughhhh should i post it on facebook or blogger or both or what should i do god life sucks'. Plus, with the kinda stuff I'm doing, I could totally be considered a professional artist if I got paid for it. Sadly, I don't. Which means I'm still some 14-year-old chick drawing amateur portraits of her friends ;____;&lt;br /&gt;a sad day for Nikkiland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dem happenings:&lt;br /&gt;had a sleepover at Gavin's yesterday avec him and Thomas. There's never that much about these constant sleepovers that I can comment on without anyone else reading being weirded out.&lt;br /&gt;I hang out with freaks ;.;&lt;br /&gt;nuh, but we did start watching this anime called Soul-Eater and I'm kind of really super-addicted to it now. I need to watch more anime because it's what all the nerds are into these days.&lt;br /&gt;I loveloveloveLOVE Crona for some weird reason WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE EVIL WAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;well he's not a kishin yet so SUCK IT. I can still love him.&lt;br /&gt;Also Death the Kid is hot whenever he's not spazzing about symmetry. Like if he wasn't such a PMS-ing fellow I would totally be in love with him. Liz and Patty are troopers.&lt;br /&gt;Alsoalso Tsubaki is my hero for putting up with Black Star's crap all day, he is so annoying like literally every time he's like "A BIG STAR LIKE ME" I'm like "GOD SHUT UP YOU ONLY HAVE ONE SOUL AS OF RECENTLY AND BEFORE THAT YOU HAD ZERO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the real world, lol&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;it's almost required that I draw fanart for Soul-Eater in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;dem skinny legs anime characters have...they defy all my proportions sensibilities. I'm always trying to draw accurate legs so I stare at my own in the mirror for a while and it reminds me that all my weight is in my legs for some reason and not everyone's thighs are that blobby &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;guh. I appear to be in stereotypical-teenage-girl mode, you know that one where I obsess about some part of my body? Yeah, it kind of makes me feel like I'm killing my own brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, from exams to my own crappy proportions. On topic? Where we're going, we don't NEED to be on topic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-275966502374824663?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/275966502374824663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/01/lalalalaaaaaa-exams.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/275966502374824663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/275966502374824663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/01/lalalalaaaaaa-exams.html' title='lalalalaaaaaa exams'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-5799892223686860772</id><published>2011-01-19T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T18:33:09.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not-So-Crappy Artwork'/><title type='text'>look at this</title><content type='html'>LOOK AT THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, I actually can spend time on crap when I want to. See? SEE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TTeaIrG1loI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/U_Fn4sIlzGI/s1600/bluegirlposter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TTeaIrG1loI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/U_Fn4sIlzGI/s320/bluegirlposter.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;click to make it biggerrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so, I spent about...7 or 8 hours on this in total? Maybe more. I can't remember how long the sketch took; I'm just counting the colouring and shading and all the general assing around I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to use the phrase 'assing around' a lot when talking about drawings I do. I guess I just ASS AROUND a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I did this for English class. If you don't think I'm an overachiever yet, you need to see someone about that issue. We had this assignment that was due a looooong time ago but I'm just doing it now in two nights and it seems that I can hand in things late and still get full marks.&lt;br /&gt;TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THE SITUATION HERE. ;.;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeepers, too much stuff has happened that I haven't talked about and it would be &lt;a href="http://egscomics.com/?date=2010-07-14"&gt; quite an epic recap.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(teehee, look in the top left corner of the strip and in the commentary below.) So it would be epically long and epic to try and talk about everything ever. (You'll notice that I'm using 'epic' in the correct context here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;Screw you all and goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-5799892223686860772?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/5799892223686860772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/01/look-at-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/5799892223686860772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/5799892223686860772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/01/look-at-this.html' title='look at this'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TTeaIrG1loI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/U_Fn4sIlzGI/s72-c/bluegirlposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-3604607732280345328</id><published>2011-01-14T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T16:12:26.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY WHATSUP 2011</title><content type='html'>nyarhar, this is my first post of 2011. Which is really sad, because it's January 14th. Like what the crap, self. You fail at all that once was and all that will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I seem to have dug myself a bottomless pit with this business of drawing portraits for people. I've got around 12 requests to do right&amp;nbsp; now, and every time I get a few done and release them, at LEAST one or two more people want one. So I've got this endless loop going on here. Not that I don't LIKE drawing for people, it's just that I don't think I'm ever going to be able to stop. Unless I run out of people, which is highly unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY wish I could get people to pay me for them. like, REALLY. I'd be freaken rich by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoozles. I'm spending too much time at Gavin's house lately. I'm not sure if I've ever even talked about Gavin before. Yes, I have. I just checked. I'm not sure exactly what I've said about him, though. My handy-dandy search bar isn't so handy for some reason - even if I'm staring right at a post with whatever keyword I typed in, no results ever come up. Are you having this issue? Inform me of it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. On...Tuesday, I think it was, I stayed there for like 6 hours, and the next day, around 3 or 4. Going there tonight too, for a sleepover, after I go eat food with the famileh. Yay me for having a social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;You know, I really wish I had more to say. But I don't know what to tell ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-3604607732280345328?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/3604607732280345328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/01/hey-whatsup-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/3604607732280345328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/3604607732280345328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2011/01/hey-whatsup-2011.html' title='HEY WHATSUP 2011'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-974559402008164358</id><published>2010-12-31T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T14:36:54.556-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not-So-Crappy Artwork'/><title type='text'>omg, an adequately long post</title><content type='html'>lalalalalaaaa I SHOULD TALK ABOUT CRAP I'M DOING MORE&lt;br /&gt;after all that is the point of this blog&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;I suck, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm...I have a tonnnnn of work to do. Mostly in English with my reading contract thingy and crap because while we were reading this book, we didn't have time to work on it in class anymore. I've got 5 or 6 pieces to finish in a very slim amount of time and my dad is inconveniently making me clean the house. He never believes me when I say that I have work to do but REALLY I DO baaawwww&lt;br /&gt;Some of the pieces are annoying, too, like this one where we have to find famous actors that would play the roles of the main characters in a hypothetical movie to be made of the book. Based on their personalities. Who the crap pays attention to the personality of the actual actor? Not me, that's for certain. I tend to not give a hoot about who's acting, rather who they're acting as. Or even just actorless characters. Mmm...Tedd. *drool*&lt;br /&gt;It would be interesting to take &lt;i&gt;characters &lt;/i&gt;out of movies and get them to make a movie, though, wouldn't it?&amp;nbsp;Maybe I'd get creativity points for that. omg, I am so doing that.&lt;br /&gt;You may or may not be observant and be like "if you have so much work to do, why are you wasting your time blogging?"&lt;br /&gt;because I love you all. Do you really want to argue with that? I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember if I've posted this yet, but HOLY GADZOOKS I HAVE A TABLET NOW!!!! I think I prefer sketching on paper and inking with the tablet, because the choices I have for sketchy lines in Sumo Paint are 1) too thick and 2) too thin. Both are hard to work with. For some reason, the choices for diameter go from 5 pixels (thick) right to 2 pixels (thin). Why is there no 3 or 4? That would be nice, don't ya think?&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the tablet comes with an installation CD that apparently has some features like an animator, plus a bunch of editing programs on another disc, like Photoshop and stuff. The only thing is, this computer (aka the only adequately and consistently speedy one in the house) has a problem with reading discs, and it won't read either of them. But even though the box says the tablet won't work without the installation CD, my mom apparently just plugged it in and it started working. So I'm still stuck with using Sumo Paint, but at least I'm familiar enough with it by now to do the stuff I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;PS: colouring is WAY easier avec monsieur tablet, but not necessarily faster. I recently decided that two-tone shading looks way more majestic than just single-tone, so it only takes slightly less time than trying to mouse-shade. I make a lot less mistakes though.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the first thing I ever drew with it, and it alone. The computer that my scanner is hooked up to hasn't been working, so I can't scan anything, including the portraits I have to do for some rather patient people. I've kind of made a business out of drawing little pencil-shaded portraits of anyone who wants one. Should start getting them to pay me. That would be kind of mean, though, wouldn't it? Because anyone I've done before this point got it for free. I have no idea where this is going. ENJOY THE SMALLEST COOKIES IN EXISTENCE. How did those not burn after, like, 3 minutes? I suck at perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TR5V83V7ivI/AAAAAAAAAMI/erMqWRu9Ud4/s1600/bakingness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TR5V83V7ivI/AAAAAAAAAMI/erMqWRu9Ud4/s320/bakingness.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you ask me why I'm wearing pink and purple, you won't get an adequate answer, because I have no idea. I probably had something in mind at the point of colouring it, but it's a what-was-I-thinking moment as of now.&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, son. You have to agree that shading with two tones is perdyful. I really had no idea what I was doing with the apron, though. Must practice actual clothing foldage instead of just assing up a bunch of random lines everywhere. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, on a completely different topic, the bandanna I was (and currently am still) wearing to keep my hair out of my face while I was cleaning looks pretty badass. I can't even explain why. It's perfectly possible that I look like some kind of demonic gypsy pirate. Okay, maybe not demonic, but that word sounds cool in any context that you use it in. What? You think it's just lame?&lt;br /&gt;HEY, IS THAT A &lt;a href="http://egscomics.com/?date=2002-04-22"&gt;DEMONIC DUCK OF SOME SORT?!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*flees*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-974559402008164358?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/974559402008164358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/12/omg-adequately-long-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/974559402008164358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/974559402008164358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/12/omg-adequately-long-post.html' title='omg, an adequately long post'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TR5V83V7ivI/AAAAAAAAAMI/erMqWRu9Ud4/s72-c/bakingness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-6427484974988796238</id><published>2010-12-25T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T17:00:59.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics I Live By'/><title type='text'>Lyrics I Live By #19</title><content type='html'>YAY FOR THE RETURN OF LILB.&lt;br /&gt;This one's for MISTER EMO &lt;a href="http://thenerdycoolguy.blogspot.com/"&gt;(this kid)&lt;/a&gt; who thinks he's all lonely n'shit and apparently needs to be informed for like the thirty-seventh time that we're gonna be brudder and sista forever and ever and ever. And ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I literally JUST posted a link to this song which means you all get to scroll down to click it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional love remains our burning flame&lt;br /&gt;Hope, our guiding light&lt;br /&gt;And whenever you're breaking&lt;br /&gt;Or if you feel misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;We'll stand together and fight&lt;br /&gt;Won't you read the sign boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you're from&lt;br /&gt;This is your home&lt;br /&gt;We're tearing down all the walls brother&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter how far you've gone&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to mercy falls&lt;br /&gt;Where nobody's leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy hearts from rain sometimes&lt;br /&gt;But it's alright 'cause bear in mind&lt;br /&gt;In the eye of Ike all safe and sound &lt;i&gt;(PS who the hell is Ike)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the sun will shine&lt;br /&gt;Well, don't you stay a broken man&lt;br /&gt;Spread your wings, enlighten them&lt;br /&gt;Go find yourself in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;We all have faith in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Welcome to Mercy Falls - Seventh Wonder)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-6427484974988796238?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/6427484974988796238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/12/lyrics-i-live-by-19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6427484974988796238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6427484974988796238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/12/lyrics-i-live-by-19.html' title='Lyrics I Live By #19'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-2742805937873117967</id><published>2010-12-20T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T21:54:28.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVE SUM MOAR SONGZ</title><content type='html'>sum moar songz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy poop THIS SONG IS LIKE CRACK I CANNOT STOP LISTENING TO IT&lt;br /&gt;also Tommy Karevik is literally the best man-singer I've heard since Marco Hietala and his badass braided beard. (lol alliteration)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mwg58wfB798" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could sing this song for auditions. SUCH a vocally awesome thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4sRDa-xTfwg" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in case you haven't noticed, I'm rather fond of Seventh Wonder. The full Mercy Falls album was a pain in the tush to get, though. The Mediafire version only had half the album, and there was a 'part 2' file too, but that was only the last 3 songs for some reason. I had to get the missing songs off of iTunes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a closet Sonic 2 fangirl because it's the only video game I'm good at. (Legitimately. I even suck at Sonic 3.) So this kind of made me squeal with glee.&lt;br /&gt;Mystic Cave Zone has the best music evarrrrrr. Except for maybe Metropolis. That kicks booty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HBsw_JlzIbs" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is an interesting concoction. First time you hear it, you're like "meh, it's okay". Then you realize that you're humming "'tis the night of the wiiiiitch" over and over in your head. So you listen to it again. Soon you're lip-synching it in front of a mirror with a hairbrush-microphone in your hand while you whip your hair all around. (Maybe that last part's just me. :| )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UoGDiNFq-Ks" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, for shits and giggles, have some super-cheesy-upbeat-happy-Timeless-Miracleness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gBjv7NlMVFQ" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: this post probably seems like filler for an actual update. Because, well, it is. Also, I like showing off how much better my music is than yours. So there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-2742805937873117967?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/2742805937873117967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/12/have-sum-moar-songz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/2742805937873117967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/2742805937873117967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/12/have-sum-moar-songz.html' title='HAVE SUM MOAR SONGZ'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mwg58wfB798/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-6249137557426295110</id><published>2010-12-15T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T20:59:10.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired or dead? You decide.</title><content type='html'>I did that thing again where I fall asleep in the evening and wake up at night.&lt;br /&gt;SO. GROGGY.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really understand this. How does the time that I fall asleep affect how I feel afterwards? Like, I usually feel better if I fall asleep in class (it's happened, like, 3 times and it's ALWAYS during someone reading aloud or during a movie, so don't get your panties in a wad and think I just sleep through all my classes), but I feel like CRAP if I do this. Imma go eat, like, 4 clementines and see if the helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Where did all of you go? Did everybody die? I only know what's going on with Davis, what with the headaches and the insomnia and the steroids and the yyyyyeah. also Arzar is obviously breathing because otherwise Annie would not be happening right now. But the rest of y'all? I got no idea. It makes me sad. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: 4 clementines gave me a bit of a tummyache. I'm smart.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I really need to wash my hair. But it seems like lying down for long enough cures my random stomachaches/cramps. So people in my house are gonna hear running water at, like, 1 in the morning. It's gonna be smashing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-6249137557426295110?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/6249137557426295110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/12/tired-or-dead-you-decide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6249137557426295110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6249137557426295110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/12/tired-or-dead-you-decide.html' title='tired or dead? You decide.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-8198252051558701561</id><published>2010-12-08T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T19:45:24.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM ANNOYED</title><content type='html'>Guess what? I AM ANNOYED.&lt;br /&gt;Kwell. A few days ago I started a journal comic because it's basically a story that writes itself, and all I have to do is draw things that happen. But FOR SOME REASON none of them will load in Sumo Paint. I actually made a comics about it, how ironic: the screen says '100% LOADED' but it stays like that for HOURS and I have a feeling it's never gonna feel like showing up. I guess...the files are too big, maybe? But you know where I resize the image and make the file smaller? SUMO PAINT. Jeepers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, it would be kind of absurd to not mention the TRIPLE SNOW DAY that just happened. Yeah, there was like this completely random blizzard snowstorm thing on Sunday, and moar snow on Monday. Apparently they were deliberating about shutting down the whole city just to get all the friggin SNOW outta the roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back from sledding/doing random crap with Tasha, which happened today and yesterday. Not much to say about that that's interesting - we played lots of Key Quest (multiplayer game on Neo) and she bowled over a small child, which was perfectly comedic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma go now. I dunno. Random update. Live with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-8198252051558701561?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/8198252051558701561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-annoyed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/8198252051558701561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/8198252051558701561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-annoyed.html' title='I AM ANNOYED'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-279176144746824687</id><published>2010-12-02T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:08:22.842-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not-So-Crappy Artwork'/><title type='text'>Imma be drawing the rest of y'all.</title><content type='html'>...or at least the ones of y'all that might acknowledge the fact that I drew you.&lt;br /&gt;Like these two.&lt;br /&gt;At first I was like 'hmm...maybe I shouldn't put their full names." Then I googled both of them and there isn't really anything you can use to stalk either of them. So it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TPchhK_TIjI/AAAAAAAAAL8/OYSXzLS1Cxk/s1600/sketchy27_015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TPchhK_TIjI/AAAAAAAAAL8/OYSXzLS1Cxk/s320/sketchy27_015.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, although I get more annoying paper grain to erase, scanning in higher res is a good idea. It likes turning out kinda fuzzy or scratchy if I do it in 300, but my own portrait (which I did in 600) is really clean. I'unno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TPchRdMvrLI/AAAAAAAAAL4/VYACGB7gT7w/s1600/sketchy27_016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TPchRdMvrLI/AAAAAAAAAL4/VYACGB7gT7w/s320/sketchy27_016.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;holy poop. This actually sorta looks like Olivia. I was working from a reference (aka the first picture of her I saw) so maybe that's why lots of things don't suck about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Jaime? Girlfraand, you are HAAARD to draw. It was easier to recognize you in a picture when you had braces and wore your hair curly. But I got absolutely nothing to work with here to make you look anything more than pretty. Stop having a perfectly aligned face, dammit. I just ended up making you all blushy, and lemme tell ya, that came out way too dark. (I think I forgot that I have pencils and those make lines that aren't as dark as pens.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have much more to say, do I.&lt;br /&gt;umm...OH CASTING PACKAGES ARE AVAILABULL TOMORRAH so imma go get mine and tell y'all what show I'm in. That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Oh yeah! I was comparing my first drawings of people to the recent ones. Just a sec. Imma go get them and yell at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/S6Q6V_CSTCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/OKAj3AULZvc/s1600/Picture0151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/S6Q6V_CSTCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/OKAj3AULZvc/s320/Picture0151.JPG" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/S6Q7MBto6sI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aSILb2EMhBM/s1600/Picture0152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/S6Q7MBto6sI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aSILb2EMhBM/s320/Picture0152.JPG" width="169" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the drawing of Jaime is the first one I ever attempted ever, so I can cut it some slack. And aside from the huge head, the Olivia one has &amp;nbsp;the best proportions out of any of them, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;I think Jaime's ankle is broken or something. WHAT IS UP WITH THAAAAT. I think that is also the most retarded hair I've seen in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-279176144746824687?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/279176144746824687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/12/imma-be-drawing-rest-of-yall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/279176144746824687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/279176144746824687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/12/imma-be-drawing-rest-of-yall.html' title='Imma be drawing the rest of y&apos;all.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TPchhK_TIjI/AAAAAAAAAL8/OYSXzLS1Cxk/s72-c/sketchy27_015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-8382621174153507110</id><published>2010-11-30T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T20:47:44.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>things to say:</title><content type='html'>1) Jimmy is adorable&lt;br /&gt;2) oh my god you guys THANK YOU FOR THE MICHAEL'S GIFT CARD I can get my &lt;a href="http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-not-entirely-sure-why-i-havent.html"&gt;20 dollar pens of awesomeness&lt;/a&gt; now!!! (Remember those? The paragraph they're in is like 3/4 of the way though the post.) I also got a new sketchbook because I had the money to. :3 That totaled to $39.54 because EXPENSIVE PENS ARE EXPENSIVE so I got no more artsy money. But it went to a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;3) Speaking of which, I had a second sleepover at Gavin's house (there was one on a weekend in the past, I just didn't blog about it) from Friday to Saturday. One extremely annoying thing about having mostly friends that are guys is that every time you want to go to one of their houses, you get a 30-minute lecture about being careful of getting raped. It's like, are you even remotely aware that it's perfectly possible for boys and girls to be &lt;i&gt;friends?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy poop.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of in love with &lt;i&gt;Repo! The Genetic Opera&lt;/i&gt;. Just saying.&lt;br /&gt;4) ohmygarsh I just inked some stuff with my new pens and THE ONE OF DEM MAKES THE MOST BADASS &amp;nbsp;LINES EVER. The difference in lineart may not be obvious to you, but it's sure obvious to ME who inks it and doesn't have to go over her lines a million times to make them look remotely adequate. THEY JUST ARE AWESOME RIGHT AWAY. It literally takes, like, 5 minutes to ink things, when before it took around 20. @_@&lt;br /&gt;Imma upload meh drawings in a sec.&lt;br /&gt;5) I'm tired. Buh-bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-8382621174153507110?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/8382621174153507110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/8382621174153507110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/8382621174153507110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-to-say.html' title='things to say:'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-6147565450921470730</id><published>2010-11-22T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T19:22:18.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should probably make a new post shouldn't I</title><content type='html'>ohmygoodness&lt;div&gt;things happened and stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I really don't feel like posting about them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just browsing through my archives because sometimes I feel like doing so, and it's annoying when I have a post about things happening and can't remember WHAT HAPPENED because I didn't give any further details.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all we have something that is not my place to broadcast to the internet, but something I WILL remember. &amp;nbsp;Talking about THAT for archival purposes. NEXT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, had all 5 performances of Lies and Legends within 3 days. Which is now over and stuff. Yeah. I was bawling backstage for like 10 minutes. Have I ever even talked about my show at all? I don't know. Mail Order Annie Backup Club plus Nico. Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really annoyed right now for no particular reason. Like, I DO NOT WANT TO BLOG. Goodbye. Have your irritatingly short post and live with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-6147565450921470730?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/6147565450921470730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-should-probably-make-new-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6147565450921470730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6147565450921470730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-should-probably-make-new-post.html' title='I should probably make a new post shouldn&apos;t I'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-6590903555483540730</id><published>2010-11-15T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:31:51.537-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not-So-Crappy Artwork'/><title type='text'>Oh hey, all my titles start with 'oh hey' lately. LOOK A DRAWING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Blargh. Here's that drawing you friggin wanted the frig of yourself. I can't really put male names in cute swirly text without it looking super...well...not-masculine. So this one's unlabeled. But in case you can't tell because he kind of looks like a ten-year-old, it's Davis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Directly adjacent to it is my first Davisdrawing. Dear lord is it ever awful. Nice oval head you got there, honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And dude? Your eyes are not glasses. Your eyes are supposed to have glasses OVER them. That's probably a serious medical condition you got going on there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TOIUvJZqDbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Aq4KSsDsATw/s1600/Picture0162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TOIUvJZqDbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Aq4KSsDsATw/s320/Picture0162.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TOISM3RmF5I/AAAAAAAAALw/mnjUG1zny2E/s1600/sketchy_002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TOISM3RmF5I/AAAAAAAAALw/mnjUG1zny2E/s320/sketchy_002.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I got pretty lazy with the shading here. Pfff. It's because I had to shade in the sweater which didn't make the other type of shadows look very stand-outy. Plus also, you can see all my pencil strokes because that's how great I am!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh my god, look, hands. I cleverly avoided drawing hands on Erica and I, but it would have looked really weird if his sweater had just...ended, so I was kind of forced to draw them here. To my delight, they do NOT look like horribly disfigured mutant alien food this time! :D I may or may not be on the path to drawing recognizable hands. It's a pretty huge achievement, I tell ya. (Go. Try and draw a hand. Right now. It will not look like you wanted it to.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;lol one hand only has 3 fingers. How lame am I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;mmm...other thing. I went back to scanning in colour because it looked awesome on Erica, but since all I do to get the result I get is tamper with the Levels and Curves, I couldn't remember how I got that result once upon a time. So this one is kinda yellowy and sepia-toned, but not in a good way. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;PS: this kid is annoying and stupid and I hate him. Also he needs to come see me again if he ever wants his sweater back. Plus also I lurf him. That is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-6590903555483540730?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/6590903555483540730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-hey-all-my-titles-start-with-oh-hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6590903555483540730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6590903555483540730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-hey-all-my-titles-start-with-oh-hey.html' title='Oh hey, all my titles start with &apos;oh hey&apos; lately. LOOK A DRAWING.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TOIUvJZqDbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Aq4KSsDsATw/s72-c/Picture0162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-231573545575504305</id><published>2010-11-09T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:32:56.785-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not-So-Crappy Artwork'/><title type='text'>I used to fail. Now I fail less.</title><content type='html'>Oh, how I love being embarrassed by the horrendous quality of my earlier art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, actually, I don't love it. It's pretty awful. I was just looking through my 'Crappy Artwork' label, and when I got as far back as my drawings of everyone in the class, I was about ready to smash my head against the desk. DEAR GOD I WAS TERRIBLE AT HUMAN PROPORTIONS! SIMPLY AWFULLY TERRIBLE! Seriously, go look at my earliest stuff that I posted and tell me it's NOT terrible. You won't be able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is good, though, because it tells me that I'm making a lot of progress since I started getting into drawing. Notice how my drawings of human beings lately actually look like they might have regular human being anatomy? Practice makes perfect, my lovelies. Am I allowed to call you people 'my lovelies'? I sure hope so, because I'm going to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I can never decide if I'm addressing Jv2.0 or my microscopic fanbase. (Remember? James vershun 2 point zehro? You don't? SHAME.) Most of the time I find myself addressing thar microscopic fanbase, but there have been a few random occasions where I decide to talk directly to Jv2.0. I don't feel like seeking them out because they're pretty freaken sparse.) I should probably figure out a formula for when I refer to m. f. and when I refer to Jv2.0. That is, I'll think of it one night while trying to get to sleep and recognize that I have just come up with a genius idea, but then I'll forget by morning and if I ever see this post again I'll be like 'oh yeah, what was that idea, again'?&lt;br /&gt;It's happened more than once. *shifty eyes*&lt;br /&gt;But I will have to ponder that one, and possible edit my past posts to fit the formula that I come up with. What's that called, when you go back and edit something you don't like or that doesn't fit, and hope nobody notices the change? It's called a retcon, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the original topic: because of the horrendousness of my first drawings, I may decide to draw everyone in the class again now, and possibly compare them side-by-side and gawk at the vast improvement that is likely to happen. OR I might just draw whoever I feel like drawing and you get to suck it up if I don't end up drawing you. But I'll feel bad if I do that. So I'll probably draw everyone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually love how I still call you peoples 'the class' even though, technically, we aren't a class anymore. My official excuse is that we are not A class, we are THE class. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, since I drew me recently and posted it on TMTN, I can compare an early drawing of me that I have on Facebook to that. *gathers images*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can still click dem to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TNoiAleZsuI/AAAAAAAAALo/mAov7haJDwU/s1600/sketchy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TNoiAleZsuI/AAAAAAAAALo/mAov7haJDwU/s200/sketchy.jpg" width="118" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TNoiE_-t8xI/AAAAAAAAALs/5IChtTVKj4s/s1600/sketchy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TNoiE_-t8xI/AAAAAAAAALs/5IChtTVKj4s/s200/sketchy.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, the early one isn't the WORST in terms of proportions. But honestly. Not trying to be pretentious (though I know I am anyway), but tell me the second one doesn't look WAAAAY better. In terms of general quality, really. The scan, the shading, the style...everything. As Met would always say (which I found extremely irritating): "Im sorry, but its true." (It's like, I don't care if it's true, it's still mean and you're still a snotburger.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;aghaghagh my mind is always bursting with ideas for blog posts whenever I come on the computer to do actual work...I don't get too much work done, do I? Should probably go now. Goodnight, my lovelies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-231573545575504305?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/231573545575504305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-used-to-fail-now-i-fail-less.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/231573545575504305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/231573545575504305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-used-to-fail-now-i-fail-less.html' title='I used to fail. Now I fail less.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TNoiAleZsuI/AAAAAAAAALo/mAov7haJDwU/s72-c/sketchy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-179093832039503030</id><published>2010-11-08T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T04:24:43.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*yawn* MORNING POST</title><content type='html'>HEY LOOK I'm posting when I should be getting ready for school. Except I'm pretty much done doing that. This post will either be short or I'll be late for school. Hopefully the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to beg my mom for a Bamboo Fun tablet again. We went to Future Shop to look at printers and since I asked the guy last time I know where it is located in the store so I, like, grabbed it and was like "I WANT IT" a million times. Methinks I might have to do some actual work to get my hands on one.&lt;br /&gt;As opposed to, you know, being adorable and hoping that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realized how easy it would be to skip school today. Neither of my parents are home right now. But guess what? I won't. Because that would be a horrible awful thing to do, and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That killed, like, 5 minutes. Yay. Off to get dressed. I'm still in half pajamas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-179093832039503030?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/179093832039503030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/11/yawn-morning-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/179093832039503030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/179093832039503030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/11/yawn-morning-post.html' title='*yawn* MORNING POST'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-598248281309922596</id><published>2010-10-31T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T21:46:51.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and stuffies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tenminutestonowhere.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-hey-its-me.html"&gt;HEY PEOPLE I HAVE A NEW POST OVER AT TMTN AND YOU SHOULD GO READ IT AND STUFF ROFLROFLROFL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on&lt;br /&gt;my friend Kate-lyn has my iPod -.- she swiped it from my backpack on Friday and has had it in her possession ever since because I rushed off frantically to catch the bus and forgot to yell at her to give it back. I'm going through music withdrawal the frig. Speaking of which, I have to sacrifice my own music tastes for the moment while I learn the songs from Lies and Legends. No more Timeless Miracle on the bus, nononono. Harry Chapin all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Timeless Miracle? For the first, like, month of school, I had this tradition of listening to Timeless Miracle on the bus ride to and from school. Now, every time I hear any of the songs from Into the Enchanted Chamber, I'm reminded of bus rides to school. (It's kinda like how I listened to lots of Alcest on the exchange so now Souvenirs d'un Autre Monde reminds me of that.) While it's not always something I want to be reminded of, I always thought it was a cool thing that happened, since it's not like I'm forcing it or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad just walked in and was like 'go to bed the frig imma have to steal some of your candy now bye'&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, hope y'all had a happeh Halloween. I did. Went out with Sabrynn and Tash because Davis was a loser and bailed on coming to see me. I did talk to him on the phone for like an hour and a half though. But you can't really hug someone through the phone, now, can you? jeepers I hate the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-598248281309922596?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/598248281309922596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/10/music-and-stuffies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/598248281309922596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/598248281309922596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/10/music-and-stuffies.html' title='Music and stuffies'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-5955268418843125560</id><published>2010-10-25T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:45:21.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not-So-Crappy Artwork'/><title type='text'>Oh hey, I drew something.</title><content type='html'>I figure there's a million Erica Boudreaus in the world and so there's little to no point in erasing her name from this. But I'm actually super pleased with how this turned out so I'M POSTING IT HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how she got draw'd? She asked. You should ask. I LIKE TO DRAW THINGS HURR HURR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TMYG3CdNMUI/AAAAAAAAALg/nYsclJHH31A/s1600/sketchy-erica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TMYG3CdNMUI/AAAAAAAAALg/nYsclJHH31A/s320/sketchy-erica.jpg" width="294" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;click to enlarge. You know you wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I shaded this with pencil, it was less simple to scan and show. Usually, my stuff is pure black and white, so in the scan options I can just click 'black and white picture or text'. But doing that here would diminish the shinyness of her hair and the rest of the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT I DID ABOUT THAT?&lt;br /&gt;I scanned it in grayscale, then assed around with the Levels and Curves options in Sumo Paint because that's what a tutorial once told me to do. So there.&lt;br /&gt;I actually am in love with the outcome of this. I should pencil shade more often. :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-5955268418843125560?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/5955268418843125560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-hey-i-drew-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/5955268418843125560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/5955268418843125560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-hey-i-drew-something.html' title='Oh hey, I drew something.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TMYG3CdNMUI/AAAAAAAAALg/nYsclJHH31A/s72-c/sketchy-erica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-8868180243236481479</id><published>2010-10-19T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T13:47:21.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noses Playing Hopscotch'/><title type='text'>GUH</title><content type='html'>look at this&lt;br /&gt;I look like Belinda&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT HOW MUCH I LOOK LIKE BELINDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TL3yPkLgFAI/AAAAAAAAALY/JT4CwC42fKE/s1600/Picture0051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TL3yPkLgFAI/AAAAAAAAALY/JT4CwC42fKE/s200/Picture0051.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TL3yxTEfc4I/AAAAAAAAALc/LgECrRWa864/s1600/belinda.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TL3yxTEfc4I/AAAAAAAAALc/LgECrRWa864/s1600/belinda.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TL3yxTEfc4I/AAAAAAAAALc/LgECrRWa864/s200/belinda.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(ps I took that picture like a month ago)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, only because that style allows for little to no&amp;nbsp;discernible&amp;nbsp;facial features roflscooter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway. I'm kind of ill D: it sucks. This morning I was in agony of some sort, but when I finally dragged myself out of bed at around 10am and had some chai tea, I tell ya, that stuff is awesome. I felt waaaay better after a cup of it. So I had another cup. (logic.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As I've been loafing around in my penguin pajamas all day, my dad's like 'go walk over to the mall and say hi to the old people' when, in reality, if I did go over there, I would just go get some chocolate because chocolate is yummy. Probably not the best thing for a sickly individual. But hey. Imma get some fresh air anyway. Seeya. I apologize for the short post, but what do you want me to SAY? Jeepers. It's not like my day was interesting in the slightest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-8868180243236481479?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/8868180243236481479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/10/guh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/8868180243236481479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/8868180243236481479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/10/guh.html' title='GUH'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TL3yPkLgFAI/AAAAAAAAALY/JT4CwC42fKE/s72-c/Picture0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-4096300600903027401</id><published>2010-10-16T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T22:26:19.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Rehearsally Goodness!</title><content type='html'>I just spent, like, eight bucks on chocolate at the Market. Ever had a mint smoothie from the Chocolate Factory? THEY'RE THE GREATEST THINGS EVER and I got four of them. Yay for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was I at the Market, you may ask? Why, rehearsal, of course! I got to learn a painful dance. Not 'painful' as in 'OH THE AGONY I'M DANCING',&amp;nbsp;I mean that I was kneeling on carpet at&amp;nbsp;some points and got a narsty rugburn. It's generally just a really difficult experience. But I still feel special because only 4 people in the whole cast do this dance. Fwee.&lt;br /&gt;And I also get to giggle about the fact that a vast number of people in my cast have to be in&amp;nbsp;TWOO LOVE&amp;nbsp;(including me, so it's not like I'm just bugging everyone else, they can bug me too jeez). Well, I guess the majority of songs are love songs, so...there ya go. Love song equals people acting as if in love in the song. At least I get to punch him in the stomach at the end because I'm a dysfunctional and impossible-to-handle person. Hey--just like real life roflscooter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. I just felt the need to post because it's been...what,&amp;nbsp;a week? I do have a &lt;a href="http://tenminutestonowhere.blogspot.com/2010/10/upcoming-crap.html"&gt;new post on Ten Minutes to Nowhere&lt;/a&gt; that isn't redundant to this blog and is actually new material. Although, to be fair, it's announcing material I may have in the future. OH MY GOD JUST GO READ IT AND READ OTHER STUFF ON THE BLOG TOO OKAY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeepers. You people really get under my skin sometimes. You and your...silence. Gosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-4096300600903027401?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/4096300600903027401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/10/chocolate-rehearsally-goodness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/4096300600903027401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/4096300600903027401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/10/chocolate-rehearsally-goodness.html' title='Chocolate Rehearsally Goodness!'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-3350108480083446937</id><published>2010-10-08T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T20:29:05.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies and Legends Songs! Yay!</title><content type='html'>i totally didn't know that i can embed from grooveshark&lt;br /&gt;BUT LOOK AT ME GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a compilation of all my favourite songs from the show so far (with the exception of Odd Job Man, which I can't find friggin ANYWHERE).&lt;br /&gt;Sniper, The Rock, and Dance Band are super-creepy. Okay, Dance Band isn't until the end, where you get to hear drowning musicians for probably a full minute. Just warning ya.&lt;br /&gt;You already know my thoughts on Salt and Pepper. I just love it mmkay. And everybody seems to already know Cat's in the Cradle. So there you go. Here's hoping this widget works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="232" width="250"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/widget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=22802188&amp;style=metal&amp;bbg=B2C2E6&amp;bfg=FBF5D3&amp;bt=012C5F&amp;bth=B2C2E6&amp;pbg=012C5F&amp;pbgh=FBF5D3&amp;pfg=B2C2E6&amp;pfgh=012C5F&amp;si=012C5F&amp;lbg=012C5F&amp;lbgh=FBF5D3&amp;lfg=B2C2E6&amp;lfgh=012C5F&amp;sb=012C5F&amp;sbh=FBF5D3&amp;p=0"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/widget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="232" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=22802188&amp;style=metal&amp;bbg=B2C2E6&amp;bfg=FBF5D3&amp;bt=012C5F&amp;bth=B2C2E6&amp;pbg=012C5F&amp;pbgh=FBF5D3&amp;pfg=B2C2E6&amp;pfgh=012C5F&amp;si=012C5F&amp;lbg=012C5F&amp;lbgh=FBF5D3&amp;lfg=B2C2E6&amp;lfgh=012C5F&amp;sb=012C5F&amp;sbh=FBF5D3&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-3350108480083446937?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/3350108480083446937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/10/lies-and-legends-songs-yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/3350108480083446937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/3350108480083446937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/10/lies-and-legends-songs-yay.html' title='Lies and Legends Songs! Yay!'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-1434285541382975631</id><published>2010-10-04T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T16:21:23.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ohmygaaawd scary things</title><content type='html'>TRIPPYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;Y'know my Nikkifriend that I mentioned 2 posts ago? THINGS GET WEIRDER. She's going on a trip to Montana and needed a note from her mom to take from the office and I went with her and saw the note and it said "Nathan and Nikki--"&lt;br /&gt;and that's all I read because I immediately turned to her and was like "OMG YOUR BROTHER'S NAME IS NATHAN?!"&lt;br /&gt;she's all "yeah..."&lt;br /&gt;I'm like "well jeepers my brother's name is nathan 2"&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we have a kid that looks like a blonde version of James called James and a Nikki with a brother named Nathan. Imma keep track of these types of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH ALSO I have formspring you can ask me stuff :D I originally made it just so I could ask Taeshi things and not be anonymous about it. But then I gave the link out for chuckles and excrement. &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/nikkoliah"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Currently I haven't answered anything but whatev let's change that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-1434285541382975631?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/1434285541382975631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/10/ohmygaaawd-scary-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/1434285541382975631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/1434285541382975631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/10/ohmygaaawd-scary-things.html' title='ohmygaaawd scary things'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-3542428461409639153</id><published>2010-10-03T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T23:07:14.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate the world. (not the blogworld tho lol)</title><content type='html'>oh hai there blogworld. Since the only thing left for me to do is homework, I might as well do something completely gratuitous to get the full procrastination experience! (aka blogging.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's 50th birthday party was on Thursday. Yet her party was on Friday, and I was graced by the presence of such people as the triplets, Metisse (man does it ever look weird typing that when I'm used to calling her TC), Jaime, Olivia, and Joa, and cursed by the presence of Met. Yeah, more on that later, but FOR THE MOST PART I had a good time. Yayz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I said 'more on that later'. Maybe I was planning on putting a paragraph in here about something? I got nothin', so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;For the first few hours, everything was fine and dandy. I greeted Met with a girly scream and as close to a bear hug as he'll ever let me give him. Then, when all of us were just chilling and talking, he randomly said something along the lines of:&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, remember that time on the exchange when I told you to fuck off, and you started crying, and then your mom came and got pissed at me and she probably hates me now?"&lt;br /&gt;...really? What makes you think I wouldn't remember that, asshat? I also just so happen to remember when you pretty much &lt;i&gt;ruined my life &lt;/i&gt;for the duration of the school year. Gosh, hmm. What a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not &lt;i&gt;exactly &lt;/i&gt;sure why him bringing that up put me in such a crappy mood, but it did, and I seeked comfort from Davis, as I always do. (Specifically, I grabbed his arm without telling him why and left that situation to be for a while.) Of course, this triggered the popular demand of 'YOU GUYS SHOULD GO OUT LOLOLOL' which is completely ignoring the fact that &lt;i&gt;I have a freaken boyfriend. &lt;/i&gt;People that try to play Cupid with Davis and I are really annoying and therefore piss me off and should completely erase the aspect of their personalities that wants us together. Protip: it will probably never happen. So stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired because I did the classic thing of half-finishing a blog post, forgetting about it, and finding it on a tab a few hours later. So, my 'provoked' exit is: Screw you all and goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-3542428461409639153?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/3542428461409639153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-world-not-blogworld-tho-lol.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/3542428461409639153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/3542428461409639153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-world-not-blogworld-tho-lol.html' title='I hate the world. (not the blogworld tho lol)'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-6870619297983784926</id><published>2010-09-30T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T19:48:23.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Life: GROW UP</title><content type='html'>Just got back from rehearsal. Lo and behold, in my song (I will explain why I say 'song' instead of 'scene' later), I must kiss someone. AGAIN. Yeah, I love how it's not even a big deal anymore because I HAVE EXPERIENCE NOW and wow that sounds slutty but you know what I friggin mean. What is it with Debbi and forcing this type of thing upon me? As I said, it's not really a big deal. But. Gah. 'specially cuz I have a boyfriend and junk and the dance is EXTREMELY drape-all-over-you-ish and it will be AWK-WARD if he comes to see &amp;nbsp;the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown to love the song though. It's not normally my style of music (duh) but go on Grooveshark (listen.grooveshark.com) and look up Salt and Pepper by Harry Chapin. I'm like his crazy abusive girlfriend and he's like 'derp i like it when you hurt me' No really. Just listen to it and stare at the lyrics mmkay&lt;br /&gt;(PS, no, you can't look it up on YouTube - the original isn't there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, Hunter's dad picks me and her up every day and then we go get some form of fast food. It's rather enjoyable. I also freeload her beverages during rehearsal time roflscooter. PLUS ALSO I get to see Liam every Thursday because his show rehearses right before mine and when he comes out of the rehearsal hall I'm like OMGOMGOMGOMG HAI HAI because I luff him to bits and stuff :3&lt;br /&gt;PLUS &lt;b&gt;ALSO &lt;/b&gt;what you may not have gotten out of my post on the 26th is that I REALLY MISS KENNY BAAWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to my school day. I've never experienced the oddness of calling your own name and having someone else turn around and answer to it. All the people I've ever met named Nikki are guys and go by Nick. But I has a new friend named Nikki and OH MY GOD IS IT EVER WEIRD I'm not even kidding. This probably isn't new to girls named things like Megan or Sarah or Emily but it is for me. PS, STOP NAMING YOUR CHILDREN MEGAN OR SARAH OR EMILY. Unless you want them to be unmemorable in society ("Do you know Megan? No, not that Megan. The other one. The one with the...face."), STOP NAMING THEM EXTREMELY COMMON THINGS. If I have a female child, you know what I'm naming her? Talina. (tuh-LEE-nuh). Tally for short. Have you ever known someone named Tally? I didn't think so. (And just so you can sleep at night, if I have a male child, I'm naming him Talon. I just love that name.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l'il bit of a tangent up there huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-6870619297983784926?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/6870619297983784926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/09/dear-life-grow-up.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6870619297983784926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6870619297983784926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/09/dear-life-grow-up.html' title='Dear Life: GROW UP'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-849525037666331475</id><published>2010-09-28T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T17:50:22.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My mad blogging skills present WHATEVER THIS IS</title><content type='html'>what the hell&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL&lt;br /&gt;My sweater suddenly smells like Red!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THIS. &amp;nbsp;I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS.&lt;br /&gt;roflscooter he just logged on to MSN as I typed that. How hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS yeah it's difficult to admit but I still think he smells like heaven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I had an annoying day at school. During lunch, there was a power outage. We all screamed and migrated to the hallways for like 20 minutes, and if the lights are off for a certain amount of time, they have to send us home. But the lights came back on in the home stretch - 2 more minutes and we would have been home free. but NOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and nobody cares. jeepers what do you WANT me to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;no really that's a legit question ANSWER IT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-849525037666331475?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/849525037666331475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-mad-blogging-skills-present-whatever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/849525037666331475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/849525037666331475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-mad-blogging-skills-present-whatever.html' title='My mad blogging skills present WHATEVER THIS IS'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-4769326121223866695</id><published>2010-09-26T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T18:07:08.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Topaz socks are the essence of life</title><content type='html'>^ I totally remembered that I was supposed to name a post that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoozles. I had an interesting day. Went to a meeting for the OKTC New York trip. Yeah, there's this trip that they do every year where you see like 10 Broadway shows in a week and scout around NYC for cool stuff and it sounds like the funnest thing ever and people like Jimmy and Keira (not Kiera, Keira. THEY ARE DIFFERENT PEOPLE) and &lt;b&gt;KENNY OMG KENNY &lt;/b&gt;are most possibly going as well and I'm uberpsyched even though it's in March and therefore not in the near future @_@ &lt;b&gt;AND OMG KENNY I WANNA SEE KENNY OMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to sanity before I become rabid over thoughts of being able to hang with Kenny for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it would be on my March Break. Thanks for being a master sleuth. But riddle me this - have I EVER done anything productive on my March Break? The answer is no. So it's not like I'll miss much by being away for the entire duration of it. Unless you LWS classmate people decide to schedule a get-together of some sort on it. Then I will tear all of you a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. Afterwards, me and my mom went to the cupcake place in the Market. While there, someone taps me on the shoulder and goes "Hey, are you Nathan's sister?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I am."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Hannah, I'm on the blog too!"&lt;br /&gt;(aka BroadwayMoshpit on TMTN.)&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking HOLY CRAP COOL I WANTED TO MEET THIS PERSON AND NOW I GET TO&lt;br /&gt;Conversation ensued and I found out that she's going on the trip too :D I'm starting to fall in love with this lineup of people going on the trip because I wanted to get to know her better in the first place and now woopity woop woop I can. I can also hang with Jimmy and Keira and KENNY!!1!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was basically my day. I really want popcorn right now. My kitchen is literally demolished though...we're redoing the entire downstairs area. Maybe I can pop it in my room. Just, like, plug it in and set it on the floor with a bowl. That's actually not very farfetched. If only the pantry still existed and the popcorn popper was easy to locate. Oh, if only.&lt;br /&gt;Imma go look for it in a sec. I have homework, don't I? I like eating popcorn as my homework companion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-4769326121223866695?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/4769326121223866695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/09/topaz-socks-are-essence-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/4769326121223866695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/4769326121223866695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/09/topaz-socks-are-essence-of-life.html' title='Topaz socks are the essence of life'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-3697006394998054051</id><published>2010-09-23T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T14:56:16.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not-So-Crappy Artwork'/><title type='text'>TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY!!! WOOP!</title><content type='html'>guess what&lt;br /&gt;it's my 250th post&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT I HAVE FOR YOU&lt;br /&gt;A drawing that took FOREVER to colour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TJvE4pqPcdI/AAAAAAAAAK8/e79x2aDf-1c/s1600/sketchy27_013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="345" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TJvE4pqPcdI/AAAAAAAAAK8/e79x2aDf-1c/s400/sketchy27_013.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hope you enjoy this because it took me a number of weeks and probably around 10 hours in total :3&lt;br /&gt;I really care about my blogpeople you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. This post should probably be relevant and not just the drawing.&lt;br /&gt;But HAHAHA ON YOU! I'ma post my commentary for this on &lt;a href="http://tenminutestonowhere.blogspot.com/2010/09/nikkoliahs-artistic-genius.html"&gt;Ten Minutes to Nowhere&lt;/a&gt; so you have to go there!!! (I'll link to the post on her once I do so.)&lt;br /&gt;Aren't I such a genius?&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 250 EVERYONE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-3697006394998054051?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/3697006394998054051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/09/two-hundred-and-fifty-woop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/3697006394998054051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/3697006394998054051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/09/two-hundred-and-fifty-woop.html' title='TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY!!! WOOP!'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TJvE4pqPcdI/AAAAAAAAAK8/e79x2aDf-1c/s72-c/sketchy27_013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-2371833639682038982</id><published>2010-09-21T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T20:03:23.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE'RE IN THE HOME STRETCH BABY</title><content type='html'>I'm relatively close to finishing my drawing for my 250th post. And this is number 249. So might as well use it up because not being able to post is pretty much hell. Like, sometimes I won't post for a while because I don't feel like it, but when I don't ALLOW myself to post, it's not very fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Davis already &lt;a href="http://thenerdycoolguy.blogspot.com/2010/09/best-day-ever.html"&gt;made a post about this&lt;/a&gt;, so I don't need to go into that. The only difference between me and him posting it is that I would say Olivia was randomly like "yo I gots 100 bucks to blow wanna go to the mall with meh?" and I was like "shur why not" and then I saw the triplets and I did a girly squeal and gave them hugs. Oh yeah and I guilted Davis into buying me tea :3 I really do lurf that child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but really, I promise I'll have that drawing up soon. If I work on it for an hour or two tomorrow I'll probably have it done and yay and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is nagging me to go to bed. I wish I could post more, but I...can't. Stupid parents and their authority.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-2371833639682038982?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/2371833639682038982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/09/were-in-home-stretch-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/2371833639682038982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/2371833639682038982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/09/were-in-home-stretch-baby.html' title='WE&apos;RE IN THE HOME STRETCH BABY'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-8261160759829177163</id><published>2010-09-16T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T20:33:44.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to get unpersonal.</title><content type='html'>yeah so. I had a date last night and stuff. You'd think I'd wanna blab on and on about it in EXCRUCIATING DETAIL, but...I'm having "NONE OF YOUR FREAKEN BEESWAX" thoughts about it. What I mean by this is that it's &lt;i&gt;none of your freaken beeswax &lt;/i&gt;and it's something I'd rather keep mostly to myself. Screw you all and goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I'll say a bit more than that. ...I really can't, though, because yesterday was like the highlight of my whole entire existence. Um...I'm eating noodles right now. yeah, those Korean ones that come in a foamy bowl. Isn't that EXCITING?&lt;br /&gt;No, but really, I wish I had more things to say that I feel comfortable broadcasting to the universe. I'm also trying to post as little as possible for the next little bit so I can get my 250th post's drawing coloured in time. How pathetic am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Yes, I am editing this in just so I don't make a new post and get closer to 250. Something TOTALLY FREAKY happened a few days ago that I forgot to talk about until now.&lt;br /&gt;You know that kid I was talking about, in my Gym class that looks exactly like a blonde version of James? Well, I was walking to English with Aimee and we passed him in the hall. Guess what she said to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, James."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james you devious bastard use the cloning machine for GOOD and not to mess with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-8261160759829177163?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/8261160759829177163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-time-to-get-unpersonal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/8261160759829177163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/8261160759829177163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-time-to-get-unpersonal.html' title='It&apos;s time to get unpersonal.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-8063697903634775429</id><published>2010-09-12T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T16:14:55.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could see you again</title><content type='html'>sum nooz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(aka news)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what it was actually the other thing that I've been hiding and the thing I wanna make a poll about!!1!1! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now a writer for the blog &lt;a href="http://tenminutestonowhere.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ten Minutes to Nowhere&lt;/a&gt;, which Nathan is also on, along with a few of his other friends. I have a feeling that reading my stuff over there would be pretty redundant, because I'll be putting my songs and future drawings on there. Maybe other things, but for the most part, it probably won't be anything you can't see here. I might put something only on TMTN just to be annoying and to make you read it ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;There's, like, 4 other people that write for it as well, as I said, and they do stuff. There's these awesome videos that the original creator, Mitchell (aka Trigger) makes. So it's not like it's only me on there, unlike here. You should go check it out and follow it and stuff @_@ DO IT. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, if you repeatedly come back here but aren't following me, FOLLOW ME! It makes me feel speshul and plus, all you have to do is sign into Blogger to see if I have a new post!!! Convenience!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually like being all 'plz follow lololololol' because it's lame, but the thought just occurred to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing my poll now. HOLY CRAP A REAL POLL. THIS IS EXCITING. Also, that thing at the top? My Tobyloathing has ended. I get to take it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also things happened today. Went to Palasad with the class and stuff. I'm so proud of (dare I say) Red, he hasn't chopped his cute-dumb hair off in a feeble attempt to be more 'normal'. Also Davis finally gave me Scott Pilgrim which is incredible. All in all, I LURF YOU GUYS. LIKE REALLY LURF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 250th post is approaching which means I need to get around to inking and colouring my celebration drawing. I should make the celebration drawing a regular thing. Maybe I'll do one at 400, and then every 100 from then on. SURE WHY NOT. Also,I am able to scan El Goonish Minions and test out my background skills. But my mom is on the computer right now. Stay tuned for that sometime today! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-8063697903634775429?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/8063697903634775429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-i-could-see-you-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/8063697903634775429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/8063697903634775429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-i-could-see-you-again.html' title='If I could see you again'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-8619997312924708110</id><published>2010-09-11T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T15:58:51.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never to return</title><content type='html'>In case you didn't read my annoyed comment, there is no more commenting anonymously because I have no clue who you are and that's ever so frustrating. Even if you're like "oh hey it's ____" you could be lying. I WILL NOT STAND FOR THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm drawing some incredible things. 2 of them. The first is something I will reveal when I post my 250th post, whatever and whenever that may be. The second is a conference drawing I did with Izzi over MSN - it has to do with El Goonish Minions and it is a masterpiece so far. Just sayin'. I'm not quite done either yet, but I will be rather soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothin' for ya right now. Too distracted by things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-8619997312924708110?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/8619997312924708110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/09/never-to-return.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/8619997312924708110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/8619997312924708110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/09/never-to-return.html' title='Never to return'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-848585011510821112</id><published>2010-09-10T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T21:32:29.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WOULD FLY ON WINGS OF GOLD</title><content type='html'>WHEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING EXCITING HAPPENED TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;Jaime and Olivia know about it already, but I think I'ma wait for it to happen to blog about it. Otherwise, at least one of you will think I'm makin' my crap up. So there, I now have TWO things going on that are supah secret. :3 Except people know this one nyarrhar&lt;br /&gt;Here's a hint: remember - I do, in fact, have social skills &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cloud nine*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. &lt;br /&gt;I'm probably going to stop blogging every little thing that happens every day of high school. ...especially because I'm meeting all of your guys on Sunday. I can babble there, and I'd rather waste energy from vocal chords than typing fingers.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, since he's being a poohead (no surprise there, I guess), can someone tell Toby that he's being said poohead by going out of his way to ignore me? It has been previously established that this is lame, juvenile, and an excuse not to think. Right now you're really confused because you were pretty sure I swore to hate him forever. But in all honesty...I just can't do it. Don't have the mindset to actively hate anyone for longer than I have to. That doesn't mean I like him (like at all), it just means I don't &lt;i&gt;hate &lt;/i&gt;him. Plus, I actually kinda miss watching him tear his own life to bits. Instead of depressing, it would probably just be amusing now. THE WORLD IS A SILLY PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should also have a really incredible drawing for y'all soon which I just got the idea for about five seconds ago.&amp;nbsp; PS, I MIGHT post Izzi's request. MIGHT. The version (version 2, I might add) is almost the worst drawing I've ever drawn in my life, second only to version 1. Like, really, my Funny Bunny/Super Kitten comics that I drew when I was six have better artwork. Speaking of which, I probably already talked about this, but my mom found some Super Kitten comics that I didn't know existed in the garage. There have always been 3 within my grasp: The Adventures of Super Kitten (I was under heavy Captain Underpants influence at the time), The Alien Strikes Back, and The Attack of the Tiny, which makes no sense because Tiny doesn't attack SK, she just helps her beat the crap out of robbers.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway. Apparently this villain called Punk exists, and his scheme has nothing to do with his name: he has this device called the Super Power Taker Awayer 2000. (No joke...I can't tell if I was making fun of myself or not with that one.) For some reason, he waited until SK actually tried to defeat him before even thinking about this machine that supposedly TAKES AWAY HER SUPER POWERS, MAKING HER A NORMAL CAT AND COMPLETELY VULNERABLE. But nooo, he waits until after she beats the crap out of him and smashes his genius invention. Villains are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Also, you can tell I didn't give two shits about guys when I was younger (up until late grade 2, actually), because Super Kitten doesn't have a boyfriend or anything, she just wakes up one morning and is randomly impregnated with Tiny. I just recently discovered that the same thing happens to Tiny later on, but I might have to pretend that these recently discovered comics are out of continuity, just because I'm not used to them. In any case, Tiny names her sudden child Tinyer. How creative is SHE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above paragraph is a confirmation of the fact that if you get me on a certain topic, I WILL BABBLE. @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-848585011510821112?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/848585011510821112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-would-fly-on-wings-of-gold.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/848585011510821112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/848585011510821112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-would-fly-on-wings-of-gold.html' title='I WOULD FLY ON WINGS OF GOLD'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-2290761192052308373</id><published>2010-09-09T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T20:47:42.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could fly away</title><content type='html'>Okay, since nobody cares about my high school experiences so far and they only care about things that make no sense to care about, EAT THIS: I GOT MY NEO ACCOUNT BACK!!! WOOPITY WOOP WOOP. Yeah, I got to be assertive with a staff member and I was all like 'd00d whyz meh account frozin i did nuthin rong' and she was all like 'ya idk wuz ur past neocash purchises' and I was like 'wellz i gawt 10k lyk a yeer ugo and i bawt thingz' and she was like 'okies herez ur account bak'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I was being sarcastic about the first sentence there. Here's what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;1. I now have 2 rendered friends: Chassidy and...Aimee, I think that's how I spell it. 'Rendered' meaning I can hang with either one of them/say hi in the halls/that kinda stuff without being that random kid that comes up and talks to you every day and thinks they're your BFF for no discernible reason. C'mon, we all know THAT KID. And nobody wants to be THAT KID.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not rendered friends with redhead-with-long-hair-in-my-guitar-class yet because I only have the opportunity to converse with him for like a few minutes at a time - before and after class. It's pretty annoying cuz you have no idea how much I want to befriend this person. LIKE REALLY. PS I know his name now because I'm a stalker or maybe because I just heard my teacher say it you pick. It's Isaac and junk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I got 6 on the beep test. I didn't know what this was until today, and I also didn't know how creepy it is until today. That voice that tells you the level is seriously going to haunt me tonight. Nobody else seemed to have a problem with this but I DO.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoozles, have you heard of this thingy before? Is 6 good or horrendously bad? I casually glanced at a few girls' papers, and a lot of them said 3.5, but I'm always wrong whenever I flatter myself so I'm going to assume that they were being dicks and not trying their hardest. Plus also there was this one guy that got 14 and I was like DUDE HOW but he looked like an adolescent tank made of titanium or something. Most of the guys got to at least 8, but that's not MY average because being a lady I'm simply at a severe physical disadvantage. CASE CLOSED. I talked about this way more than I needed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There's this really awesome (Kenny-style awesome) guy in my drama class. I think his name is Marcus. Aimee says he has no friends and I totally want to change that because he entertains me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. At some point in the day, I must have smashed my foot on a door or something, because I went into the change room for Gym and as I was removing my sandal, its interior was, like, half covered in blood. I was like "uhh...anyone got a Band-Aid?"&lt;br /&gt;It was also one of those wounds that doesn't hurt until you notice it. Which, as you might imagine, made my Gym class pretty freaken enjoyable. ._.&lt;br /&gt;I was like OW OW OW OW OW OW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I feel the need to mention this - there's this kid in my gym class that looks like an older, taller version of James and it freaked me out. I can't remember if he's a ginger or not...I just know that SOMEONE CLONED JAMES AND DIDN'T TELL ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. There were basketball tryouts today and for some reason I went. I pretty much just felt like it, plus Aimee was all peer-pressurey and stuff. BAD IDEA TO DO THIS RIGHT AFTER GYM. It was pretty freaken tiring. And also, I was aware of the fact that I suck at basketball before I even showed up, and thankfully, not everyone was a total pro so I wasn't alone in my suckyness. But it was still a wonderful reminder of JUST HOW MUCH I suck at basketball. I'm not ambidextrous with my dribbling, for one, and that's a pretty crucial skill. *eye roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much it, as far as I can remember. Whoopity-doo. This wasn't my first day, but I emailed everyone in the class about that, just not in as much detail. Do I feel like going into detail? Nope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-2290761192052308373?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/2290761192052308373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-i-could-fly-away.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/2290761192052308373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/2290761192052308373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-i-could-fly-away.html' title='If I could fly away'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-1129573595964311728</id><published>2010-09-06T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T01:51:22.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that might happen.  OH THE SUSPENSE.</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep. Actually, scratch that, I could probably sleep if I tried to. But that would mean I would have to stop listening to the songs that I am listening to. Like this one that I discovered yesterday on my new Dream Theater album. In case you aren't aware, I recently made an awesome purchase of Black Clouds and Silver Linings to match my shirt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TISkec_eyqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wADcG4buN4I/s1600/Picture0039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TISkec_eyqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wADcG4buN4I/s320/Picture0039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of the song The Best of Times sounds exactly like something Mr. Lewis would write. It's got violin and everything. And then there's this really annoying and sudden transition that we shall not talk about. I probably won't be able to find an online one without having to post 2 videos because it's 13 minutes long. So SCREW THAT. SPACE SHALL NOT BE TAKEN UPON ON THIS BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, onto what I actually wanted to blog about. For some reason I sit around thinking that some of you may be wondering why I haven't made a new poll since I got back from my grandma's cottage. Well, truth is, there's this thing that might happen, but I don't know if it's going to happen because people are deliberating and taking too long with that particular job, but if it does happen I want to make a poll about it and this poll that I have in mind will be wonderful and will have a point and stuff, and yeah. I don't know why it's taking so long to decide, but it is. 'tis an annoyance. And since I am so fixated on that&amp;nbsp; poll I don't have time to think of an inane one in the meantime. So yeah. There's your reason. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I have an important announcement: &lt;b&gt;I have been inconvenienced. &lt;/b&gt;YEAH. I KNOW IT'S SUUUUPER IMPORTANT!!1!!11!&lt;br /&gt;But actually, I am being inconvenienced by not being able to memorize all the songs in my new show Lies and Legends by the 9th. WHAT THE CRAP!! I'll tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. There's around 26 of 'em, and they're the whole show.&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, it's the sister show of On Broadway. I'm genuinely hoping that this one ends up actually making sense, unlike its piece-of-what-the-hell sister. Here's the thingy: if I had a few months, like I usually do, I could easily get all of these 26 (or something) songs down pat and ready to go. But this leads us to Reason 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. I had since August 30th. &lt;/b&gt;Seriously, who does Dale think he is, giving me absolutely no breathing room? I'm not magical by knowing everything at first rehearsal, people. I just LISTEN TO MY FRIGGIN CD. And then I LISTEN TO IT AGAIN. I can't go &lt;a href="http://egscomics.com/?date=2003-09-24"&gt;Uryuom&lt;/a&gt; on you and learn stuff with the touch of antennae. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Les Champs de Lavande by Leaves' Eyes is making me sleepy by being relaxing, so I'm going to attempt to go to sleep now. Crappity-dooda, I forgot to mention that I went furniture shopping today. Nathan and I are getting our rooms moved downstairs so we can have people over without it being cramped and boring! Yay! I don't even feel like talking about what we got because I'm tired and not thinking in a particularly clear fashion. G'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-1129573595964311728?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/1129573595964311728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-that-might-happen-oh-suspense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/1129573595964311728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/1129573595964311728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-that-might-happen-oh-suspense.html' title='Things that might happen.  OH THE SUSPENSE.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TISkec_eyqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wADcG4buN4I/s72-c/Picture0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-544605863535009969</id><published>2010-09-04T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T20:10:34.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOSH DARNIT. Have sum songz.</title><content type='html'>sum songz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first one, Nathan showed me a few days ago by walking into my room and randomly belting the chorus in a hairbrush-micrphoone fashion. I like to call it THE BEST SONG IN THE HISTORY OF SONGS EVER. I can't not listen to it. Hell, I'm listening to it right now. And plus also embedding is disabled because probably too many were embedding it because it's SO AWESOME. look look listen I provide linkz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8WS7ovfZ6CQ"&gt;Timeless Miracle - The Red Rose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teehee. I'm kinda a sucker for super cheesy power metal love songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zis second one is song that is nice. The title is pretty hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;"hey man, what's your favourite song?"&lt;br /&gt;"*snort* Gravitational Lensing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DOVj6l4C0PM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DOVj6l4C0PM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;OKAY PAUSE FOR A SECOND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;While writing this I found Llamas with Hats 3!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LOOKITY LOOK LOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/49j6_uk0g3k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/49j6_uk0g3k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FABULOUS WE MAY RESUME NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last one. Well, last one for now. Dark Tranquillity is a pretty big band in the metal scene. And you see? When metal things are popular, they're actually GOOD. Hints hints.&lt;br /&gt;I actually really enjoy this song lots. Another thing I'm kind of a sucker for is the techno-y riff in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING. IF YOU'RE LAME AND A WUSS DON'T LISTEN TO THIS BECAUSE IT HAS NO CLEAN VOCALS. YOU'RE A DISGRACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjOITeJzIDc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjOITeJzIDc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS? LISTEN to the song instead of TRYING TO MINDLESSLY DIGEST IT AND FAILING. It don't work. So actually hear me out instead of judging it in the first 3 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for having to say this but Olivia pissed the crap out of me yesterday by doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go clean my room or I'm kind of grounded but not really. Toodlez.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I adding z's to the end of everything? Whatevz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-544605863535009969?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/544605863535009969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/09/gosh-darnit-have-sum-songz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/544605863535009969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/544605863535009969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/09/gosh-darnit-have-sum-songz.html' title='GOSH DARNIT. Have sum songz.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-6823119076409952465</id><published>2010-09-01T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:47:45.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I DID STUFF YESTERDAY</title><content type='html'>First of all, I gotta say: drawing a cat with whipped cream and a cherry on its head being chased by a very excited Izzi who is being chased by a psychopathic me with a spork is REALLY HARD. Mostly because I cannot draw people, or cats, running. So just a heads up, I'm altering the picture a bit: Izzi is now eskimo-kissing (rubbing noses) with the kitty avec toppings, and I'm still running and sporking. PS I can't remember if she has bangs or not. Maybe she should let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Onwards to yesterday. Wow, if I didn't already have a name for my comic, that would be an awesome one: Onwards to Yesterday. Actually, that would imply that it was happening in the past or something.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY TAKE 2. Biked down to the market to pick up my casting package (I'm in Lies and Legends, which is like On Broadway in the fact that it's a compilation of songs. Except this time I think it MAKES SENSE. It's a bunch of works from this guy I've never heard of called Harry Chapin or something.) and ran into: Jake, Jimmy, Kihanna, Kiera, and someone I had just met that day but is now my friend, Meaghan. I think that's everyone. We proceeded to hang out for a matter of hours at that park with the fountain and the splash pad of which I forget the name. Not really something anybody cares about, but further proof that I do, in fact, have a life. ...sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, though? I did ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Spent pretty much the whole day playing Karoshi games. Which are very fun but give your brain ouchies. They make up for this with awesome music.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also, like an hour or two ago I made some oatmeal cookies. FOR NO REASON. How cool am I? But yes, I did actually bake the batter this time. lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Going to bed. Have this orientation thing plus also I'm going to Emma's house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-6823119076409952465?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/6823119076409952465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-did-stuff-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6823119076409952465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6823119076409952465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-did-stuff-yesterday.html' title='I DID STUFF YESTERDAY'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-4213475552813953995</id><published>2010-08-30T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T15:47:12.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not-So-Crappy Artwork'/><title type='text'>Clarifications? AND REQUESTING REQUESTS?!?!?! HOLY CRAP!</title><content type='html'>This is SumoPaint colouring. It's over 9000 (lol how creative) times better than MS Paint colouring, and takes way less time. I drew me and my avatar because it's a pretty easy thing to draw.&lt;br /&gt;Here I was even helpful and kept the black and white un-resized version. How is that helpful, you may ask?&lt;br /&gt;...shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/THwlUwIS8AI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kn3UD8DxWD8/s1600/sketchy27+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/THwlUwIS8AI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kn3UD8DxWD8/s200/sketchy27+011.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Click to enlaaaarge. You should know this by now.&lt;br /&gt;I'll do the commentary with the coloured version. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNND THE FINISHED PRODUCT DUN DUN DUNNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/THwlYOegsDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/kxZ3Ifa61r4/s1600/sketchy27_011.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/THwlYOegsDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/kxZ3Ifa61r4/s400/sketchy27_011.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I made it super large because I felt like it. DON'T JUDGE ME. JESUS.&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz. This is a pretty easy way to gauge the difference in attitude between me and missus avatar. She doesn't have a different personality than me, she's just me when I'm not in emotional-rollercoaster mode. That is, much more tolerable to be around.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA LOOK AT THOSE CRAPPY HANDS THAT I DREW. They look like alien life forms. The one on my extended arm is alright, but the other two? BARF.&lt;br /&gt;Last thing~~ I am aware of how awful the white strokes on my tank top look. I was doing it freehand on the computer, and we all know that I can't use mice. You may also be wondering why I'm wearing a black tank top in the first place. It's because I was wearing a black tank top at the time and didn't feel like designing clothing. Hooray for non-creativity!&lt;br /&gt;oh my crap I just realized two things&lt;br /&gt;1: I forgot to sign this. ARCHIVAL PURPOSE STATEMENT TIME: I drew this in late August 2010.&lt;br /&gt;2: I'm not wearing my bracelets!!1!!!1!&lt;br /&gt;ehh, those would have been a bitch to colour, so maybe it's for the best.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway you know what you should do? Request a drawing that you wanna see and junk. I feel like drawing but whenever I just START DRAWING I end up sketching out spoilertastic things that I can't show y'all. You could request, like, yourself if you're that narcissistic lol&lt;br /&gt;But tell tell tell regardless.&lt;br /&gt;lol. it'll look silly if I get no responses. Whatev. I like to pretend that I'm more well-known than I actually am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Something I wanted to clarify, mostly for my own purposes. Now, what is the distinction between Crappy Artwork and Not-So-Crappy Artwork? I could say that it's the difference between random sketches and doodles and inked/coloured things that I spent a lot of time on, but that's invalid because I have some effortful things in Crappy (my lame little vent comic for instance). I could also say that it's between things I'm really proud of and things that are kinda meh but I liked them at the time. ALSO INVALID. Demonic nerds and illustrated RPs are in Crappy.&lt;br /&gt;WAITAMINNIT I think I know now! Visual quality, perhaps? In Not-So we have good quality paper, inking tools, and sometimes less-crappy-looking-than-pencil-crayon colouring. In Crappy we have grey blobby pieces of poop on poopy grey-yellow paper with poopy inking tools that die on me. THEY COME TOGETHER TO FORM THE ULTRA POOPMONSTER.&lt;br /&gt;*erhem*&lt;br /&gt;Which means with any luck I'll be posting anything I do in the future in Not-So-Crappy. But oddly, being in Crappy doesn't mean I don't like it, it just means it's not as...well-displayed? Sure. So there's your distinction. Mine, rather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-4213475552813953995?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/4213475552813953995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/08/clarifications-and-requesting-requests.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/4213475552813953995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/4213475552813953995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/08/clarifications-and-requesting-requests.html' title='Clarifications? AND REQUESTING REQUESTS?!?!?! HOLY CRAP!'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/THwlUwIS8AI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kn3UD8DxWD8/s72-c/sketchy27+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-1664424273399877808</id><published>2010-08-28T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T22:51:12.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blarghity Blargh.</title><content type='html'>Blah. I'm done camp now. Back to drinking tea, blogging, and playing Sims 2 for another week or so. Then school starts. Then things happen which I cannot predict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm typing this several hours after I typed that last little paragraph. Just got back from my dad's friend's son's wedding. I am pooped. Lots of dancing. I love how my hair looks better than it did at graduation. It took the guy at the hair place like 3 hours to curl my whole head, but it looks pretty sick. I may just have to sleep without trying to undo it because I feel like I have to do that amount of time justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...tired...&lt;br /&gt;ps...made...drawing of self...with avatar...quite cosmic...on other computer...not usually allowed to be on said computer...will post on blog as soon as chance comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-1664424273399877808?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/1664424273399877808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/08/blarghity-blargh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/1664424273399877808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/1664424273399877808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/08/blarghity-blargh.html' title='Blarghity Blargh.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-6888646220914628454</id><published>2010-08-21T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T15:06:59.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Booooo.</title><content type='html'>Look, hun, there is a reason why I haven't been posting and will post minimally for next week as well. PROMISE. It's because I'm going to camp right now. (You should know what camp it is if you know me.) Holy poop, I get to have a life for another week.&lt;br /&gt;Emma, other Emma (THE GOLD IN DEM DERE HILLS WHICH IS MADE OF SHAM ___!) and Izzi are there, but in a different group, and some of my friends that are actually my age and also that I knew beforehand (Emily, Meghan, and Mariah) are in my group. OH LOOK THE LOSER ACTUALLY HAS FRIENDS OUTSIDE OF THE CLASS. HA. &lt;br /&gt;I so wish there were some form of male in the LITALP group, but then our presentation would make no sense, considering it's about female empowerment. For some reason, saying that reminded me of something interesting. Turns out I have the opposite opinion on Justin Bieber than most people in existence. They're all like "I HATE HIM IMMENSELY but his music rawks", and I'm like "I've got nothing against him as a person, but his music is generic and annoying". I, personally, don't see why anyone would be against his actual self. As nigahiga says..."Stop hating on him like he's Chris Brown! He's done nothing wrong! He's not even close...he's not even Chris Tan. Let alone Chris White. Maybe Chris Blue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...what was I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Stop worshipping him, stop hating him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is actually an amazing rant. Here. Watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r56jqb-fWVM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r56jqb-fWVM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I definitely got off-topic there. Whatev. Not much more to say except that camp kicks booty. See ya. Watch the video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-6888646220914628454?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/6888646220914628454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/08/booooo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6888646220914628454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6888646220914628454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/08/booooo.html' title='Booooo.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-6519401580627344196</id><published>2010-08-16T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T18:41:33.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noses Playing Hopscotch'/><title type='text'>HEY LOOK I'M UPDATING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;DURR DURR SOME THINGS HAPPENED THIS PAST WEEK AND I WASN'T HOME SO I DIDN'T POST AND I'M NOT GOING TO BOTHER TALKING ABOUT THEM BECAUSE THEY'RE BORING TO READ ABOUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;In other news I decided to switch the eye style for NPH (you should be able to figure out that that stands for Noses Playing Hopscotch) back to the slightly-more-realistic triangular one.While I feel its cuteness factor is lacking and doesn't fit the comic as well as it could, the one I used for the drawings of all the characters I find hard to work with. While it's cute, the simplest things such as making someone look down or conveying some type of emotion are pure luck in whether or not they turn out doing what they were supposed to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The cutesy one is good for single panels with somewhat neutral poses (oh, like the ones I drew?) but otherwise, unpractical, stubborn, and plus also people would think I'm ripping off anime eyes because they're similar to some types of anime. Even though I've never really sat down and read or watched any kind of anime (well, I'm like halfway through TwoKinds but I forgot about finishing it until this very moment) despite Graham's efforts to make me, it would be kind of annoying to have an anime vibe to the comic when there shouldn't be one because I have little to zero influence from that field of art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;look at me i sound like dan shive all professional and smart and junk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;and now i sound like taeshi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;ps i'm ordering bcb merch because souppy is super nice and lets you pay with money instead of credit cards WOOHOOO FOR SOUPPY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;anyway eye styles are sum serious bizness people, write this down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-6519401580627344196?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/6519401580627344196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/08/hey-look-im-updating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6519401580627344196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6519401580627344196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/08/hey-look-im-updating.html' title='HEY LOOK I&apos;M UPDATING'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-8701070847224384980</id><published>2010-08-11T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T09:36:41.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on a traaaaaain~</title><content type='html'>Okay, most of you non-title-readers are going to be COMPLETELY BLOWN AWAY BY THIS, but I'm on a train. :O There's free Wi-fi on here and I'm taking advantage of the nice train people and using it. HAHAHA THOSE SILLY CLUELESS TRAIN PEOPLE LEAVING THEIR WIFI OPEN LIKE THAT. LO WHAT FOOLS THESE MORTALS BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*erhem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Y'ever notice how it's either the stupidhead trying to sound smart or the HUMONGOUS NERD that quotes Shakespeare? I'm really not entirely sure which one of those options I am. I hope it's the latter because nerds are kewl. ...as contradictory as that is. WHATEVER MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS TARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I fail at staying on topic. Not that there was really a topic in the first place. You know what I should have talked about a while ago? The fact that I met up with Olivia and Jaime and Joa and later Davis in Gibbons Park and then we went to that pizza place next to Hi-ya and ate pizza on the grass next to a nearby tree. Then Joa and Olivia were not appreciative of the melony goodness of melon popsicles and chucked them on someone's lawn and Jaime and I were provoked because COME ON YOU DO NOT WASTE MELON POPSICLES LIKE THAT!! Then when we got back there were Davishugs and not too long after we went to Jaime's aunt's house and went swimming for a bit. It was vewy fun. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-8701070847224384980?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/8701070847224384980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-on-traaaaaain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/8701070847224384980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/8701070847224384980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-on-traaaaaain.html' title='I&apos;m on a traaaaaain~'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-3613569680249976509</id><published>2010-08-08T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T13:07:26.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh look. Something I should have done A REALLY LONG TIME AGO.</title><content type='html'>Wrote this last night. Should have written it when I was actually having issues. Did I have my notebook on the exchange? Would've been a smart idea to bring it.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to say about this one, but I already posted that lot when I put this on FB so I don't feel like being redundant. If you don't have FB, TOO BAD YOU DON'T GET TO SEE MY COMMENTARY FOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough*&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado...One of the Damned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the horizon&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of all the love you lost&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I fly much higher&lt;br /&gt;Still tumbling down to the cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch, as you leave none behind&lt;br /&gt;Look, a blessed soul to find&lt;br /&gt;Erase the days of all lost hope&lt;br /&gt;And look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;Watch, me fall, you like to now&lt;br /&gt;Look around, they're gone&lt;br /&gt;Delude yourself until you die&lt;br /&gt;Which won't be very long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadows of the past&lt;br /&gt;Are thickening in seconds&lt;br /&gt;Bringing memories and dreams&lt;br /&gt;And weeping soft for long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illusions of tragedy&lt;br /&gt;Were simply cries for help&lt;br /&gt;Your cries were left unanswered&lt;br /&gt;For you've yet to learn to love yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch, as you leave none behind&lt;br /&gt;Look, a blessed soul to find&lt;br /&gt;Erase the days of all lost hope&lt;br /&gt;And look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;Watch me fall, you like to now&lt;br /&gt;Look around, they're gone&lt;br /&gt;Delude yourself until you die&lt;br /&gt;Which won't be very long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Tell me what it's like to be one of you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Of strength and power, but never emotion or time.&lt;br /&gt;Of possessing the capabilities of a god, but wasting it on trivial desires.&lt;br /&gt;Of hoping for love but never looking further for it than backwards.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what it's like...to be one of the damned."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delude yourself until you die&lt;br /&gt;Which won't be very long...at all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;D'you like it? :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-3613569680249976509?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/3613569680249976509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-look-something-i-should-have-done.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/3613569680249976509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/3613569680249976509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-look-something-i-should-have-done.html' title='Oh look. Something I should have done A REALLY LONG TIME AGO.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-332277113647142514</id><published>2010-08-06T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T21:48:38.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY DOES THIS NEED A FRIGGIN TITLE ANYWAY</title><content type='html'>Nathan: You know what the worst way to die would be? Being brutally sodomized by a plunger while fat men take turns sitting on your head and taking a shit in your mouth. Eventually, they would shove said plunger up your ass so far that it would damage your vital organs, leaving you to die in a pool of your own anal blood with the plunger STILL there.&lt;br /&gt;Me: That would be pretty embarrassing when the authorities came to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a normal conversation. Yeah, that's right, drink it in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-332277113647142514?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/332277113647142514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-does-this-need-friggin-title-anyway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/332277113647142514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/332277113647142514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-does-this-need-friggin-title-anyway.html' title='WHY DOES THIS NEED A FRIGGIN TITLE ANYWAY'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-5661234481754722831</id><published>2010-08-05T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T17:20:29.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what I'ma talk about?</title><content type='html'>THE GREATEST GAME OF ALL TIME, THAT'S WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you ever played Fancy Pants Adventure? It's the greatest game ever. I'm playing World 2 right now and I got all the pant colours and trophies in my first run through because I'm just that awesome.&lt;br /&gt;The reason you need to know this is because there's these signs that you stand in front of to read helpful things (usually), and this is the last one before the boss (who is the rabbit that stole my ice creamy prize):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Angry Rabbit's Online Blog- post #48&lt;br /&gt;dear internets, &lt;br /&gt;today i stole fancy pants mans ice cream cone lolz. it wuz so much fun :D i rly hope he doesnt try to take it back.&lt;br /&gt;btw plz leave comments cuz im lonely :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I find that really amusing. Only the coolest game programmers bother to put that kinda stuff in. Plants vs. Zombies is another that does that kinda thing, but I can't quote that one directly because I have no iPod. It died. Baww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-5661234481754722831?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/5661234481754722831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/08/guess-what-ima-talk-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/5661234481754722831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/5661234481754722831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/08/guess-what-ima-talk-about.html' title='Guess what I&apos;ma talk about?'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-5018234427134965798</id><published>2010-08-02T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T21:33:34.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noses Playing Hopscotch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not-So-Crappy Artwork'/><title type='text'>MS Paint is your friend.</title><content type='html'>...well, kind of. I did this magnificent colouring job on Belinda because I wanted to work out her colour scheme (didn't even know what colour her hair should be...pff) and ended up just fully colouring her.&lt;br /&gt;You might say "hey, it don't look too bad, despite the random white speckles that seem to be there for no real reason because you used the TOOL THAT LOOKS LIKE A PAINT BUCKET WHICH IS SUPPOSED TO FILL THE ENTIRE AREA. Oh, and I guess your shading abilities suck as well."&lt;br /&gt;Well, I agree. But here's the problem with my doing colouring in MS Paint?&lt;br /&gt;IT. TAKES. FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even kidding, it took me like 2 hours to do this. At least that's what it felt like. Why? Because for some weird reason, there's, like, sections that don't get coloured. Here's what happens (I started to do Felicity to work out her colours as well but I remembered how FRICKIN LONG it takes and got bored):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TFeUWn7belI/AAAAAAAAAJg/iBmoTaV_stI/s1600/felicity.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TFeUWn7belI/AAAAAAAAAJg/iBmoTaV_stI/s320/felicity.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TFeXLPZOG7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/rAPtTvZGCFo/s1600/felicity2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TFeXLPZOG7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/rAPtTvZGCFo/s320/felicity2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS UP WITH THAAAAT. Do you know what I did with Belinda? I outlined everything in the colour I wanted, then filled it in. Trying to get every single pixel, but sometimes getting bored with it, especially with the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TFeUYo3fk-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/q3Ix7O5ebE0/s1600/colourbelinda.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TFeUYo3fk-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/q3Ix7O5ebE0/s400/colourbelinda.bmp" width="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obviously I decided on purple and green for her colour scheme, my favourite colours. :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I guess it's pretty good for using MS paint. But really. I NEEEEED A TABLET because colouring in pencil crayon looks like poopy crap once scanned (and in general) and it's really difficult to outline stuff with just the mouse because...oh jeez, I already talked about this. Scroll down, you bum. Also, my only complaint about the actual colouring (unbiased) is that the shading on any skin is hard to see, which is annoying because that looked really good when I was zoomed in 6x. Also, I accidentally coloured over a lot of the original outline because I was too lazy to switch from the bigger blob of colour to that little tiny one-pixel one. Seriously, try comparing the two, black-and-white will have a way thicker outline. I guarantee it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-5018234427134965798?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/5018234427134965798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/08/ms-paint-is-your-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/5018234427134965798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/5018234427134965798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/08/ms-paint-is-your-friend.html' title='MS Paint is your friend.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TFeUWn7belI/AAAAAAAAAJg/iBmoTaV_stI/s72-c/felicity.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-1410286932309179535</id><published>2010-08-02T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T00:38:01.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noses Playing Hopscotch'/><title type='text'>Random Reminder Time!!</title><content type='html'>OMG&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;or late at night&lt;br /&gt;your pick&lt;br /&gt;but I just thought of something incredible&lt;br /&gt;Belinda can be introduced into the story by being Phineas' babysitter&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this down here so I don't forget it in the morning&lt;br /&gt;HOLY CRAP I'M A GENIUS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-1410286932309179535?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/1410286932309179535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-reminder-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/1410286932309179535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/1410286932309179535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-reminder-time.html' title='Random Reminder Time!!'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-193035424535503089</id><published>2010-08-01T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T14:54:31.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noses Playing Hopscotch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not-So-Crappy Artwork'/><title type='text'>I LOVE THIS PAPER.</title><content type='html'>This new sketchbook rules. I'm not even kidding. I even get to make a new label titled 'not-so-crappy artwork' because this is not crappy by my standards. By the way, if you're the type to analyze everything to the point where it gets creepy, yes, I do sign my stuff Nicole Ferreira. Hey, it's my official name, even if I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the black-and-white versions of what I imagine will be on the page with the characters on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TFXg1DLcMCI/AAAAAAAAAJY/m2tB6AveMbg/s1600/sketchy27+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TFXg1DLcMCI/AAAAAAAAAJY/m2tB6AveMbg/s320/sketchy27+006.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TFXgWhix93I/AAAAAAAAAI4/qeTocPtODWo/s1600/sketchy27+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TFXgWhix93I/AAAAAAAAAI4/qeTocPtODWo/s320/sketchy27+007.jpg" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Phineas. RECAP: This kid's the main character. He can control any type of matter in any way effortlessly, but for the most part, he chooses not to out of pure laziness. Even though he has godlike powers he's pretty surly, bitter, and sarcastic towards others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this drawing. This is one six-year-old you do NOT want to mess with. Also, he definitely resembles Calvin (a la Calvin and Hobbes), which makes me want to give him a Calvin-esque personality. But that would mean I'd have to give him imagination, and who needs imagination when you've got otherworldly powers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eldrick. RECAP: Phineas' brother. Probably around 15-16. Hell-bent on ruling the world, and goes to sleep every night just hoping in vain that his all-powerful brother will help him. But, like usual, the kid just doesn't feel like it. Also, he's really good at golf. Give yourself a cookie if you realize the joke in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan gave me no other information on Eldrick, so right now, he's a pretty blank canvas. I had no idea what to draw him doing because he has no personality. You'd think he'd be pretty depressed, but I don't think emoEldrick would fit too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnd now the drawing itself. SPIKY HAIR IS IMPOSSIBLE. If you don't give him any sort of hairline, it looks like his head itself is spiky. After angrily sketching out a few solutions, the only one that didn't look REALLY bad was the dinosaur-spikes hair.&lt;br /&gt;I actually like how the black suit turned out though. Thankfully, I had a marker to work with this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TFXgYBr6ntI/AAAAAAAAAJA/He172VGt61A/s1600/sketchy27+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TFXgYBr6ntI/AAAAAAAAAJA/He172VGt61A/s320/sketchy27+008.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Belinda. RECAP: Hangs out with P+E. Huge crush on Eldrick&amp;nbsp; that apparently will gradually be hinted at instead of being there from the start (like I thought it should -.-). Has this ability to attract everyone around her by taking her half-pigtail things out, but is completely oblivious to how this could help her win Eldrick over.&lt;br /&gt;Eldrick is either completely oblivious to her liking him or is ignoring it because he doesn't feel like dealing with it. We see hints that he's gay, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably going to make her personality a self-insert, that is "your mom, your sister, and that weird girl from down the street rolled into one". (Quote...Red? Met? I'm not sure which.) She's probably going to be a little more blind and a little less emo, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. I LOVE HER DESIGN. She's dorky-cool that way. Also, this is going to sound creepy, but I think I did all her feminine curves pretty well (not just boobs, you pervs). I usually fail epically at those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TFXgZyS7E4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/FQoDkNIE43w/s1600/sketchy27+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TFXgZyS7E4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/FQoDkNIE43w/s320/sketchy27+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tiberius. RECAP: Main antagonist. Life goal is to kill Phineas and obtain his powers because that's how things work. Tries extremely hard to be serious/badass, but nobody takes him seriously because he has a pet unicorn named Cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assume Tiberius is a nice guy at heart, but someone along his family tree forced him to take this as a career path. Come to think of it, how could he make any money doing this? Maybe I can give him a hilarious day job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how he's all flustered in this picture, like he knows that he looks like an idiot with the sweater-vest, top hat, and cape. Oh, top hat. When do you not suck and almost ruin the awesome drawing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TFXgbsYjfSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5c2Ed5kkOr4/s1600/sketchy27+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TFXgbsYjfSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5c2Ed5kkOr4/s320/sketchy27+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ehrmm, why did I draw Felicity? It's not like she's a main character or anything. Whatev. Felicity. RECAP: Tiberius' typical-dumb-blonde assistant. She doesn't necessarily try to be a whore--in fact, she probably doesn't know what that means. She thinks that the way she acts and dresses is perfectly normal because that's the way Tiberius raised her. I guess that means he adopted her at a young age? Sure, why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I was trying to do with her shirt. Her original outfit was boring, though, it was just a half-tank top and the miniskirt you see here. I think I might have been attempting a mini-lab coat, but it looks a whole lot more like a sailor suit.&lt;br /&gt;Also, she has tiny feet. I guess that makes her more Barbie-ish, but, like, how the hell is she standing on those?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-193035424535503089?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/193035424535503089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-this-paper.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/193035424535503089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/193035424535503089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-this-paper.html' title='I LOVE THIS PAPER.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TFXg1DLcMCI/AAAAAAAAAJY/m2tB6AveMbg/s72-c/sketchy27+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-8682216597775133729</id><published>2010-08-01T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T00:58:09.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Nikki is busy.</title><content type='html'>I'm not entirely sure why I haven't blogged at all in the past 2 days. Oh, yeah, because CRAP&lt;br /&gt;IS HAPPENING, AND THEREFORE I DO NOT HAVE MUCH SPARE TIME TO BLOG ABOUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyarrharhar. I should stop reading so much BCB. Taeshi's typing methods are rubbing off on me (hence the 'nyarrharhar'). Speaking of her, I just watched a live stream of her drawing stuff, and it's hilarious because she talks like she types. She said things like 'tiny Eleanor is tiny' 'durpadurpadurp' and "ell-oh-ell".&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday: Davis randomly showed up at my door. I was on Neo at the time...or was trying to be, because my account randomly got frozen for 'suspicious activity' going on on my account, like a hacker or cookie grabber or something. And I'm like WOW. THAT'S PRETTY ANNOYING.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, why can't I stay on-topic. Davis showed up at my house and I was definitely in a "WTF" state because I could not find words to describe the situation. Durp. And then there were hugs and then we went and bugged Nathan which lead to a Youtube-sharing marathon. And then he had to leave because his mom was done whatever she was doing around my house and I was all like BAWWW.&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: Went to the Ribfest today. Yet another indication that I've been blogging for over a year because I remember talking about it last year. I found out that my dad is an impulse buyer because he went to get some drinks but came back with this HUGE ONION THING and we were all like "dude, what's with the onion thing' and he was like "k well I went to get water and the next thing I knew, I was buyin' onions."&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have an awesome Dream Theater shirt which I now have to clean my room for. Pff, my mom thought I was getting off easy with that offering but my argument won: "have you SEEN my room?!"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I haven't cleaned it in a few eternities because I've been working on this one puzzle for like 3 hours at a time throughout THE WHOLE WEEK and it's almost done now, but still, it's impossibly hard. And the puzzle is on my floor and I wanted to finish it before cleaning so I wouldn't slip on any stray pieces and die. Seems reasonable to me. But now my room is really quite messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, went shopping for assorted goods with my mom. And there is an unfortunate story that goes with this. Kso I GOT A NEW SKETCHBOOK FINALLY AND IT RULES. Hopefully the scan quality will stop being a grey blobby piece of poo. I also have some (twelve, booyah) more pen-marker hybrids (the brand-name kind is apparently Sharpie pens...ha, it is actually a pen-marker hybrid, ONE POINT FOR TEAM NIKKI) but I got those at Wal-mart and the sketchy pad at Michael's. And I totally had a &lt;i&gt;love at first sight &lt;/i&gt;moment there. Around where the sketchbooks were, there was this pack of 4 india ink pens with a different tip size for each and they were smooooth and smudge-resistant (a must because my stupid left hand smudges everything I put on paper) and don't show through paper and they were the PROFESSIONAL-IST drawing tools I have ever seen in my life.&lt;br /&gt;oh jeepers i wanted them so freaken bad&lt;br /&gt;and then I died a little inside when I found out that the pack was TWENTY DOLLARS.&lt;br /&gt;20 bucks for pens. You are not serious.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, serious craft store is serious. And my mom did not let me get them. Serious mom is serious too. So I was bummed out for the rest of the day. But at least my Sharpie pens aren't so bad themselves. They too are anti-smudge, and they do a good job of not leaking through paper. All I have to do is thicken the lines a bit by going over them a few times...which takes forever, but I probably won't have to do that with every single drawing I do, the ones I just did are ones i plan to use for the page with all the characters. I'm actually probably gonna download SumoPaint, which is apparently a free version of Photoshop with more features, and do digital colouring. Taeshi makes it look pretty easy. Then again, she has a tablet, I don't, and since society has forced me to use the mouse with my right hand, I am really bad with mousey tasks. I realize that I can switch the buttons in control panel, but I tried that already and since I'm not used to using it with my good hand, I suck equally with my left. Pooh to the extreme.&lt;br /&gt;You know what else is pooh to the extreme? The fact that I'm tired. See yuh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-8682216597775133729?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/8682216597775133729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-not-entirely-sure-why-i-havent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/8682216597775133729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/8682216597775133729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-not-entirely-sure-why-i-havent.html' title='Busy Nikki is busy.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-555362816842273847</id><published>2010-07-28T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T17:12:38.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's okay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;the Nostalgia Chick apparently reviews stuff that her male counterpart, the Nostalgia Critic, can't review without sounding gay. :P In any case, while I've only watched the Critic's video of when he chooses her to BE the Chick, I've watched many, many of her videos because she's really awesome. Wouldn't know about the Critic. Anyway, I really love this one video, though the rest that I've seen are still really good. Just watch. You'll see what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="390" src="http://blip.tv/play/AYHcxFAC" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-555362816842273847?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/555362816842273847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-okay.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/555362816842273847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/555362816842273847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-okay.html' title='It&apos;s okay.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-5305825205977164377</id><published>2010-07-27T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T06:40:53.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah. Myself is an annoying self.</title><content type='html'>kso, following my own advice to take advantage of my &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;HANDY-DANDY FRIGGIN SEARCH BAR, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I searched 'Davis' to see if a helpful result would actually come up. Well, yeah, it did, and so did like a million other results. I talk about Davis waaaaay more than I ever cared to know. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, while I'm wasting blog space with one-paragraph posts, might as well combine 2 into 1.&lt;br /&gt;The current poll results puzzle me. HOW DID 2 PEOPLE VOTE FOR THE LAST ONE?! As far as I know, or as far as I really WANT to know, there is only one Greengreenandpink! Listen to me: &lt;i&gt;there can only be one evasive, confusing, annoying, and yet still awesome person on this planet. &lt;/i&gt;Of course, this fraud could be excused if GGAP just voted from 2 different computers or something. *erhem*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-5305825205977164377?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/5305825205977164377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/gah-myself-is-annoying-self.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/5305825205977164377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/5305825205977164377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/gah-myself-is-annoying-self.html' title='Gah. Myself is an annoying self.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-8089751484629896231</id><published>2010-07-27T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T06:07:47.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noses Playing Hopscotch'/><title type='text'>EPIC EPIPHANY + WEBCOMIC RAMBLE TIME!!!</title><content type='html'>...cue Ghost Love Score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude I just totally realized something amazing if I draw characters without noses for Noses Playing Hopscotch then the title will make more sense because if the noses aren't on their faces then they must be off playing hopscotch or something~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Nathan gives a poop about what I do with the artwork so I'm pretty sure I'm free to do this. And I suppose I can give credit to &lt;a href="http://aiacrowd.com/archivedStrips/01_jan1208.html"&gt;Alone in a Crowd&lt;/a&gt; for reminding me that not all comic characters have noses. Okay, so Sara does...and like every character that isn't Hope or Faith...BUT HOPE AND FAITH DON'T FOR SOME PROBABLE AGE-RELATED REASON.&lt;br /&gt;But in truthfulness and stuff, Alone in a Crowd is a pretty awesome comic, although it barely compares to El Goonish Shive and Bittersweet Candy Bowl. (I've linked to both of those probably a zillion times or at least one by now, so just use the &lt;b&gt;handy-dandy search bar &lt;/b&gt;in the top right to find said links! I can has search bar usefulness?)&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;But, really, what &lt;i&gt;does &lt;/i&gt;compare to these two examples that there are still brain cells out there even after the infiltration of the friggin mainstream media?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Um. I just belittled AIAC a l'il bit. Durr...guess what it has that they don't? A pornstar. Oh, yeah, you know you want to read it now just to see someone's nekkid pornstar aunt! I WIN. (Of course, I'm not a pervo that reads r-rated comics underage because, like EGS, no naughty bits are shown.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of webcomics, I'm re-reading Slightly Damned because its painfully slow update speed (ONCE EVERY FREAKIN WEEK) is making me forget the plot, or at least the most recent parts of the plot, because I have a really short attention span. But I suppose the slow updates have a reason because it's a totally tubular comic and tubular stuff takes time and you should all &lt;a href="http://www.sdamned.com/2004/03/03142004/"&gt;check it out.&lt;/a&gt; PS BuwaroxKieri is like THE cutest couple EVAR. Mostly because I love those 2 characters to death. Rather similar to TeddxGrace and DaisyxAbbey, now that I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of webcomics AGAIN, I think I have a few other ones that I like and enjoy and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.evildivacomics.com/?p=145"&gt; Evil Diva&lt;/a&gt;. I warn you, before you happily dive into this comic, it is REALLY GIRLY. But for some reason I still like it. Maybe because, I don't know, it's still pretty to look at and well-written? Just a hunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/15/"&gt;Cyanide and Happiness&lt;/a&gt;. I don't know why I linked to the first comic of this one, because it's not like there's a plot or continuing story or anything. Well, there's a few characters that appear a few times (my favourite is Charles and his girlfriend), but you can just keep clicking the 'random' button and you won't not get anything because you didn't read previous comics.&lt;br /&gt;In any case, this comic is hilarious and stupid and random and obsessed with STDs and you really should read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, I'm sure there's a comic that I'm forgetting and when I go on my laptop again to check my bookmarks I'm going to SLAP MYSELF ON THE HEAD REPEATEDLY for forgetting it. Or maybe I actually have a decent short-term memory for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just reread this entire post. Wow. I really have difficulty staying on-topic, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;OH. BEFORE I STOP RAMBLING. Davis posted the first episode of Clone High on his blog which is apparently a cancelled show but I checked the website and it says that it airs on Teletoon on like Saturdays and Sundays or something. You'd think they would update that if it STOPPED airing. Gosh. Just stop talking.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was immediately in love with this show and proceeded to watch the next 2 episodes. They all had me laughing really friggin hard and you should all go to Davis' blog and watch that first episode. Davis' blog is another one of those things that I'm pretty sure I've already linked to because I either talk or think about it a lot so you can use the &lt;b&gt;HANDY-DANDY SEARCH BAR &lt;/b&gt;to look for THAT as well. Just &lt;b&gt;SEARCH, &lt;/b&gt;like, 'Davis' or something. (Only that mini-nikki inside of me knows why I really want people to search things.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alriiiight! In case you haven't noticed I have a lot of energy right now because I'm babbling like a professional babbler. But I think I'm gonna go so that those of you who also have short attention spans won't be any more intimidated by a post this long than you already are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-8089751484629896231?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/8089751484629896231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/epic-epiphany-webcomic-ramble-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/8089751484629896231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/8089751484629896231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/epic-epiphany-webcomic-ramble-time.html' title='EPIC EPIPHANY + WEBCOMIC RAMBLE TIME!!!'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-311956601930742640</id><published>2010-07-26T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T20:16:54.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*maniacal laughter*</title><content type='html'>AHAHA&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE THE SAME LAYOUT AS DEAR NIKKI&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erhem. This post is better suited for Dear Izzi, especially because I haven't posted there in a while. &lt;br /&gt;But anyway. I'M REALLY BORED. GAH. This is one of those times when I really wish I had a video game console of some sort. Well, I do, but...*corrects* a video game console and a spare TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGGHHH&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING TO BLOG ABOUT&lt;br /&gt;BUT STILL BLOGGING.&lt;br /&gt;NOW THAT'S COMMITMENT YO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-311956601930742640?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/311956601930742640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/maniacal-laughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/311956601930742640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/311956601930742640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/maniacal-laughter.html' title='*maniacal laughter*'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-8266151495215120783</id><published>2010-07-26T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T18:10:28.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God, I love my brother.</title><content type='html'>Nathan saw my email post (and the little Pokemon reference) and made this for me. I was almost literally ROFLing.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently this is a thing that people do on 4chan--call the OP a fag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TE4xoMy4xaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/g_SKKyTh4Ww/s1600/tobyfag.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TE4xoMy4xaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/g_SKKyTh4Ww/s320/tobyfag.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-8266151495215120783?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/8266151495215120783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/god-i-love-my-brother.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/8266151495215120783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/8266151495215120783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/god-i-love-my-brother.html' title='God, I love my brother.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TE4xoMy4xaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/g_SKKyTh4Ww/s72-c/tobyfag.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-2425848404041786272</id><published>2010-07-26T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T09:05:00.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout?</title><content type='html'>Y'all get to wake up to some mellowish blue that doesn't cover up my description thingy! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why. that just really annoyed me. I WILL NOT STAND FOR IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-2425848404041786272?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/2425848404041786272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-layout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/2425848404041786272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/2425848404041786272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-layout.html' title='New Layout?'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-5759027725623243749</id><published>2010-07-25T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:48:25.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROFLOLMAO</title><content type='html'>I have skin cancer&lt;br /&gt;WITH HANDS YOU'LL BE ABLE TO&lt;br /&gt;I still have skin cancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-qMHNFOtjYk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-qMHNFOtjYk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-5759027725623243749?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/5759027725623243749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/roflolmao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/5759027725623243749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/5759027725623243749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/roflolmao.html' title='ROFLOLMAO'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-6444453886692097869</id><published>2010-07-25T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T15:06:13.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy Artwork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Illustrated RPs'/><title type='text'>Illustrated RP #2. Fear me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TEyu3Kfj9vI/AAAAAAAAAIg/FGi5-mwZJk8/s1600/sketchy27+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TEyu3Kfj9vI/AAAAAAAAAIg/FGi5-mwZJk8/s320/sketchy27+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There's a possibility of me inking and colouring this one. It would be a good one to experiment with shading on. But I need a new inking tool before I can do anything because BAWWW I accidentally crushed the tip of my pen-marker hybrid and now it's really unpredictable as to what it will do when I try to use it. :(&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm now signing everything I do so I'll know when I did everything and can laugh at how bad all them are in the following years.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what that grey smudge next to my pigtail is doing there or WHY IT DECIDED TO ANNOY ME but it's doing its job pretty well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-6444453886692097869?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/6444453886692097869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/illustrated-rp-2-fear-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6444453886692097869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6444453886692097869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/illustrated-rp-2-fear-me.html' title='Illustrated RP #2. Fear me.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TEyu3Kfj9vI/AAAAAAAAAIg/FGi5-mwZJk8/s72-c/sketchy27+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-1027699574243584819</id><published>2010-07-25T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T00:10:31.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noses Playing Hopscotch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy Artwork'/><title type='text'>FINALLEH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I HAVE THINGS FOR YOU! INCLUDING THE SKETCH FOR THE FIRST COMIC OF NOSES PLAYING HOPSCOTCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;YAYx2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;PS, sorry for the crappy quality in the last two. GOD I HATE THIS PAPER. The paper I used for my drawings in my project was AWESOME but that sketchbook was only like 20 pages WHAT IS UP WITH THAAAAT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Click to enlarge, stupidheads.&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: for some reason I CAN'T click to enlarge these. If you have the same problem, tell me and I'll re-upload the pictures to see if I can fix this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TEyrO-UKSSI/AAAAAAAAAII/9jRcQm3UMPs/s1600/sketchy27+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TEyrO-UKSSI/AAAAAAAAAII/9jRcQm3UMPs/s200/sketchy27+002.jpg" width="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YAY FOR LAYOUT OF FIRST COMIC. I'm probably going to draw the actual noses playing actual hopscotch in that white void in the second panel for the real version. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm in love with the last panel, as I'm sure all of you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH. NICE GREY BACKGROUND YOU GOT THERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TEyrfnxh4QI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vMPKdydAjfU/s1600/sketchy27+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TEyrfnxh4QI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vMPKdydAjfU/s200/sketchy27+005.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wrote the commentary on the actual drawing before I finished because there was a time when it looked like pooh but now I'm rather fond of it. I really do need to get better at drawing unicorns though because I'll have to do it quite often, since Tiberius has one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;PS, you look funny with your head sideways like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TEyrSF8oaCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AaF80LRqZKM/s1600/sketchy27+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TEyrSF8oaCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AaF80LRqZKM/s200/sketchy27+004.jpg" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol diversity. Once again, sorry for the crappy quality, this paper blows.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Tried to do something a little more realistic for some reason, but I wasn't using a reference so her eyes are like 10 sizes too big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I have kajillions of Belinda sketches, actually, but because I consulted Nathan they are now spoilertastic, most of them. Also, the eye style I have decided on is the one in the first comic, because I think more cartoony eyes win over the triangley ones I have in the illustrated RP I'm about to post. They fit the comic better, even if they are a little harder to work with. Whatev. I got lotsa time to practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-1027699574243584819?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/1027699574243584819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/finalleh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/1027699574243584819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/1027699574243584819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/finalleh.html' title='FINALLEH.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TEyrO-UKSSI/AAAAAAAAAII/9jRcQm3UMPs/s72-c/sketchy27+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-8823199110556361981</id><published>2010-07-24T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T23:08:40.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what? No mercy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;*annoying, angry smile* This kid really does make me want to punch a wall. That is, a wall with flesh, bones, no heart, and no self-respect. I thought it would be a nice treat for y'all to decide if either a) I'm overreacting or b) Met's a douchemaster. LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A challenger appears! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Met: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kinda wanted to apologize. I could write more on the  subject but that really sums it up. I never saw the point of writing a  billion words on something when one sentences says it all. I ve got a  lot of trouble doing my essays because of that. Did I tell you that Im  in summer school?I didnt flunk anything, I just realized that If I take  one course a year, then I get a free period. For all of high school.  Booyah. Hmmm, anything else too say...Oh yeah! Date Dvis LOL  joking....Kinda. Well, try not to hate me over the summer. Hate kills  your soul. Duh. Anyway Thanks for publicly dissing me on your blog. I  really appreciate that.(sarcasm) Couldyou make an effort not to hate me.  I try to make an effort to not hate you. I dont hate you now YAY.A bit  late for that Well, write back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: Olivia thought this email was 'sweet'. Yeah, consider what Met's done to me for the past few months, and then consider how easily he thinks he can get out of it, judging by the above email. Also, I agree with Izzi: someone saying they don't hate you isn't much of a compliment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here's my abundance of snide comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Oh. Hate kills your soul. So that's what happened to yours.&lt;br /&gt;2)  I was almost going to not reply so I could return the sinking feeling  of being completely ignored to you, but I decided that it would be lame,  juvenile, and an excuse not to think.&lt;br /&gt;3) Thanks for publicly dissing  me EVERY FREAKIN DAY in Moncton, and just kinda sitting there watching  me wallow in my own misery. Greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;4) So you admit that you did hate me. Oh, but now you don't because you forced yourself not to. YAY. Yeah, definitely yay.&lt;br /&gt;5)  It's real comforting that I had to show you that other people agree  with me before you even tried to talk to me. I guess I'm just not good  enough to tell you that what you were doing was stupid and wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've gotten those out of the way, I can get to something slightly more relevant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes  more than one sentence is required, even if you can sum it up in one.  If you think it's gonna be that easy to get me to forget everything,  you're sadly mistaken. Maybe you recall my really long, daily emails  that I sent to you after every day on the exchange? I put that much  effort in, and all it did was make things worse. I repeat, I won't make  it that easy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try again.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: I think I'm being reasonable here. Standing up for myself, yo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Met:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That is why I dont talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;No need to bite my head for me trying to make conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have a great summer! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: This response made me so angry, I was crying in the middle of brunch with my family because I wasn't hungry and my mom gave me her phone to do stuff on. I can't even begin to describe what pissed me off the most.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What&amp;nbsp;makes you&amp;nbsp;think I WANTED to make conversation with you?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If 'this is why you don't talk to me', why DO you?&amp;nbsp;To shoot me down? Are  you really so insecure that you have&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;torture someone else just to  get any sense of self-worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to apologize, or at least give a half-assed attempt  at&amp;nbsp;doing so, you sort of have to&amp;nbsp;actually be sorry&amp;nbsp;before it means  anything. Newsflash, I'm not a mindless blob of flesh&amp;nbsp;with no  opinions&amp;nbsp;or feelings of its own. After reading what you've written,  though, I think I've found one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying tears of anger right now. Doesn't matter, though,&amp;nbsp;I'm a bitch  for&amp;nbsp;being disgusted! For having emotions! For appreciating&amp;nbsp;and liking  you for who you were and not who you act like to impress others!&amp;nbsp;Yup,  definitely my fault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you die.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: I repeat, I was REALLY mad when I wrote this. I'm still trying to insult him somewhat intelligently and with points to back it up because if I just start shouting profanities at him I'll just bring him down to a lower level than he's already sunk to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Met:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I believe you just proved my point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where do I start? I can't. This is unbelievable.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;rather fascinating how you ignore everything I say. Which point would that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have every right to be pissed. I didn't request that you talk to me. Y'know why? BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: this situation reminds me of my uncle George. He goes to my grandma for money for whatever, and eventually, he acts like SHE'S the one with the problem because she's not his puppy. If you're going to talk to me, don't do it with the sole intention of pissing me off.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Met:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am nice. Friendly.&lt;br /&gt;you want to kill me. Shove me in a pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reversal of roles eh! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: yeah, this had anything to do with my last message. You can tell he's still trying to make me forget everything by typing a few words and sending them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1) yeah, if you were being nice you would have acutally responded to what I  said in any of the 4 things I've sent you. I'm saying words, try  reading them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2) short reply earlier, but I can't say that I'm sorry for it. Tasha was  looming over my shoulder and it's awkward to write angry emails when  other people are in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, if you're not sorry, I'm not  willing to just let you off scot-free. You're acting like a really big  jerk, and if you're not going to take me seriously, what reasons do I  have for trusting that you won't continue to act like one? Toby, &lt;i&gt;I have a brain,&lt;/i&gt;  and while I may not use it to the best of my abilities all the time  (e.g. every time I cried over someone like you), it exists, and you know  what I do with it? I &lt;i&gt;think. &lt;/i&gt;And what I &lt;i&gt;think &lt;/i&gt;is that YOU &lt;i&gt;think &lt;/i&gt;I'm stupid and will stupidly agree to anything that comes out of your stupid mouth because of my &lt;i&gt;stupid &lt;/i&gt;infautation. Bad news, Mr. Chauvinist! You were *cough*NICE enough to me to make that infautation go away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to have friendly conversation. It's pointless to talk to someone that doesn't listen to anything I have to say. &lt;br /&gt;What  do you mean, reversal of roles? So I used to be nice to you and you  wanted to kill me? That's what I'm getting. Contrary to what your  emoticon thinks, that doesn't make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can actually say that I'm sorry for the length of this email. Sorry for myself, since I'm wasting my time writing so much for &lt;i&gt;you. &lt;/i&gt;But  if you don't take time out to read it in return, I'm probably just  going to give up on making you a pleasant person to be around, and will continue to bash you on my blog and to people in real life so they'll know better than I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  hate to break it to you, but you're not nice. You're not friendly.  Gosh, hmm. if you were nice and friendly, I wouldn't have any reason to  hate you! Hmm, gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say for now. Mostly  because it's late, I'm tired, and now in a bad mood. So I hope you're  proud of yourself. Every half-assed word you write screws up my summer  just a little bit more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~*~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, if you've actually decided to kill time by reading this whole thing, let me know what I should do, or what Met should do if you're on his side for some weird reason (which I'd like to know). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;PS, the reason I decided to post this is because I think it's time to return the favour and do pointless, nasty things just for chuckles and excrement. (Even if that's not the comic's title, I'm still using it.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-8823199110556361981?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/8823199110556361981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-know-what-no-mercy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/8823199110556361981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/8823199110556361981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-know-what-no-mercy.html' title='You know what? No mercy.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-3078602354939620651</id><published>2010-07-24T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T00:40:49.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haHA! I'm not the only nocturnal one!</title><content type='html'>Nathan's awake right now also. We have a name for our comic, FINALLY. He just glanced casually at the very first Random Page ever created (the German binder one) and was like "&lt;b&gt;NOSES PLAYING HOPSCOTCH&lt;/b&gt;. YES."&lt;br /&gt;My argument is that IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING. His counter-argument is EXACTLY. And so I've got the first comic sketched out for Noses Playing Hopscotch, which I must put here soon. I finally have some incentive to post some sketches because I absolutely love the first comic--it's a hilarious one because I didn't write any of it. (Most of my stuff can get a little chuckle, but will almost never make you roll around on the floor laughing.)&amp;nbsp; MUST. POST. ON. Jv2.0. GAH. But I can't, because it's rather late (early?!?! I don't friggin know!!) right now. Pooh that. POOH THAT TO THE EXTREME.&lt;br /&gt;...there's too much CAPS in this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-3078602354939620651?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/3078602354939620651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/haha-im-not-only-nocturnal-one.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/3078602354939620651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/3078602354939620651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/haha-im-not-only-nocturnal-one.html' title='haHA! I&apos;m not the only nocturnal one!'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-7775264112788732919</id><published>2010-07-23T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T00:42:05.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics I Live By'/><title type='text'>Lyrics I Live(d) By #18</title><content type='html'>I've had this one floating around my head for awhile, and have also grown to love this song. Unfortunately, it's not so fitting anymore. Although Izzi is right--Complicated does, in fact, work in a great many ways, but I need to remind y'all that I'm a Nightwish obsessor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to swim the same moonlight waters&lt;br /&gt;Oceans away from the wakeful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My fall will be for you)&lt;br /&gt;My fall will be for you&lt;br /&gt;My love will be in you&lt;br /&gt;If you be the one to cut me&lt;br /&gt;I'll bleed forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ghost Love Score--Nightwish)&lt;br /&gt;yyyeah. I repeat, doesn't work so well anymore. BUT IT DID AND THIS SONG PWNS, DAMMIT. SO IT IS EXCUSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0O8e2hMAL6c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0O8e2hMAL6c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-7775264112788732919?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/7775264112788732919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/lyrics-i-lived-by-18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/7775264112788732919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/7775264112788732919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/lyrics-i-lived-by-18.html' title='Lyrics I Live(d) By #18'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-6222557395456974795</id><published>2010-07-20T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T23:01:23.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mallishness</title><content type='html'>It's 1:37 AM. Whoopee. I really should think about going to sleep. But in the post to follow, you should assume that by 'yesterday' I mean 'the day before yesterday' because although it technically is the latter, the former makes more sense in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the mall/to go see Grown Ups with Olivia yesterday. It wasn't bad, wasn't great. It also gave me a peek into what the guys probably talk about when us girls aren't around. Speaking of which, please tell me why you guys dragged Olivia into your room at the hostel, locked the door, and said you'd pay her in M&amp;amp;M's if she did the 'pop, lock and drop it' dance. Whatever that is. (She says it's inappropriate.) o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the End of an Era DVD. WOOOP! Must watch that soon, since it comes with a documentary of some sort, plus all the live songs on 2 CDs so I can just listen to the live versions. Although, apparently I'm a n00b for actually buying something at the mall rather than going into every nearly-identical clothing store, looking at like one thing, being like "That's cute!" and leaving. Does this make sense to someone else? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I feel like sketching something. Toodle-oo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-6222557395456974795?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/6222557395456974795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/mallishness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6222557395456974795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6222557395456974795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/mallishness.html' title='Mallishness'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-3578178810025647667</id><published>2010-07-18T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T18:52:38.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WAS GONE. @_@</title><content type='html'>Guess where I was? IN PETERBOROUGH! Yay. Party down. I was at my aunt's wedding. It was boring and sucky. I'm kidding. It wasn't that horrifying. Except for when we were mingling after the ceremony, and there was this creepy guy in Crocs and Hawaiian shorts taking pictures or doing SOMETHING on his phone. Nobody at the place knew who he was and&amp;nbsp;I had to resist the urge to grab one of his Crocs and slap him across the face with it and be like "EWW GAWD WALK AWAY CREEPO!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some more details but I have lots of ANGRY inside and I don't want to TAKE IT OUT on YOU GUYS. OKAY?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-3578178810025647667?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/3578178810025647667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-was-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/3578178810025647667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/3578178810025647667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-was-gone.html' title='I WAS GONE. @_@'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-6220821156034736976</id><published>2010-07-15T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T18:45:39.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horray for seemingly approaching hurricanes!</title><content type='html'>There's some freaky cloud patterns goin' on outside, and it's all grey and windy. My brother's got a picture on his phone. Maybe I'll be able to show y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and turns out the teacher had James this whole time. (journal-James.) That annoys me...I tore my room apart for no reason at all. Well, now I've got him, at least. Sadly, most of the mockery/hilarity happens in Red's journal (he was Red at the time, I just didn't know it). From what I remember, a few entries in both of ours go hand in hand, like the one where he attempts to imitate me and the one where I pretend it was bugging the crap outta me when both you and I know that I subconsciously thought it was totally adorable. Hmm, now I've got myself thinking about that one era where I was elbowing him in the stomach every time he did something that annoyed me. Which, unfortunately for him, was quite often. RED-NOSTALGIA IS TAKING OVER MY BRAIN. HELP. *sigh* I rather vividly remember the time when we got in trouble for doing the Macarena while the teacher was out of the room. Also, the many times that he demanded I redo my drawings because they were too perfect. Or the opposite: "Can I say degrading things about your work?" *halfhearted giggle* there's probably a lot more random things I could remember if I ransacked my brain...unfortunately, the main focus of my thoughts was James, and a lot of other stuff that Diary doesn't have written down is a big, huge blur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Jv2.0? I think I'm gonna incorporate a search bar into your layout. Mostly for my own convenience (I forget what I've blogged about and what I haven't), but you other peoples can do whatever the heck you want with it. I dun care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-6220821156034736976?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/6220821156034736976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/horray-for-seemingly-approaching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6220821156034736976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6220821156034736976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/horray-for-seemingly-approaching.html' title='Horray for seemingly approaching hurricanes!'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-3065784299460456379</id><published>2010-07-15T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T07:09:07.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I guess this makes me un-nocturnal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I woke up at 7:30 this morning. AGAINST MY WILL. But I can't go back to sleep because I get a massive headache when my head makes contact with anything remotely close to being a pillow. Yeah, okay. So I'm sitting here in a Snuggie blogging while barely able to keep my eyes open.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, I own a Snuggie. It's actually more convenient than you'd think, what with it being a blanket with arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Making tea. See ya in a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-3065784299460456379?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/3065784299460456379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/well-i-guess-this-makes-me-un-nocturnal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/3065784299460456379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/3065784299460456379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/well-i-guess-this-makes-me-un-nocturnal.html' title='Well, I guess this makes me un-nocturnal?'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-8892922759149769164</id><published>2010-07-14T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T15:46:42.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY FOR UNLAZY NIKKI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Unlazy Nikki went downstairs and ransacked the pantry, only to find a can of maple-flavoured beans. Which she proceeded to heat up on the stove while toasting some bread. (It wasn't toast at the time.) Now she doesn't want food anymore, because she ate some maple beans and some toast. Yay. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, enough with the third-person. I'm re-reading the Series of Unfortunate Events, now that I can actually read the whole series because I have books 11 and 12. It seems unfitting, but they're actually extremely hilarious at times. In the first 3 books, I've already found countless quotable things, but this one in particular I looked up so I could quote it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Stealing, of course, is a crime, and a very impolite thing to do. But like most impolite things, it is excusable under certain circumstances. Stealing is not excusable if, for instance, you are in a museum and you decide that a certain painting &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;would look better in your house, and you simply grab the painting and take it there.&lt;/span&gt; But if you were very, very hungry, and you had no way of obtaining money, it might be excusable to grab the painting, take it to your house, and eat it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh, man, Lemony Snicket is awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-8892922759149769164?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/8892922759149769164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/yay-for-unlazy-nikki.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/8892922759149769164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/8892922759149769164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/yay-for-unlazy-nikki.html' title='YAY FOR UNLAZY NIKKI!'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-6975094632423575119</id><published>2010-07-14T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T14:37:17.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want food.</title><content type='html'>But unfortunately, THERE'S NO FOOD IN MY HOUSE. Like, none. I wish I had money so I could walk across the street and get some Indian food or something. BUT UNFORTUNATELY, I DON'T. WHICH IS POOH TO THE EXTREME. Pooh to the extreme...I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but while I'm blogging, I remember something that I wanted to blog about. I had a shower earlier today, and somehow that particular shower reminded me of the infomercials for water I used to do when I was little.&lt;br /&gt;"Ever had this big blob of shampoo on your hand, with no way to get it off? Well, look no further! With WATER, just place your hand under the shower head, and &lt;i&gt;voila! &lt;/i&gt;Your shampoo is all gone!"&lt;br /&gt;I would usually find a way to drag that on for 20 minutes. And looking back on it, I was a strange child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I've told most people about this because I find it so awesome - I used to drop my Barbies off of my bunk bed and pretend they were deeply wounded by putting red food colouring all over their faces or arms or something so that it looked like they were bleeding to death. Also, sometimes they would take an object like a tack or a needle and murder each other. Isn't that lovely? Wouldn't you want to walk into your daughter's room, only to find her murdering her dolls? I sure would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hormonal update: you know how my profile thing over there ---&amp;gt; says that I'm handling things rather well? Turns out I'm not, but I was evading things rather well up until today. I opened a certain email from a certain person and after reading it, immediately started bawling my eyes out. Yeah. that's healthy human behaviour. Dammit, unmentioned person, why'd you go and make me such a wuss? Gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-6975094632423575119?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/6975094632423575119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-want-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6975094632423575119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6975094632423575119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-want-food.html' title='I want food.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-4045069240631940253</id><published>2010-07-13T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T20:12:14.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikki's in a video-postin' mood :o</title><content type='html'>I don't know any scene kids, so this video being awesome isn't because of an "OMG SO TRUE" reaction, more of a "BAHAHAHAHA" one. Just her tone of voice. Ever heard of jpmetz? I actually hadn't until meekakitty mentioned her in a video a week or so ago. In any case, she's hilarious. The frig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1cMrBmZiMVI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1cMrBmZiMVI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-4045069240631940253?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/4045069240631940253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/nikkis-in-video-postin-mood-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/4045069240631940253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/4045069240631940253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/nikkis-in-video-postin-mood-o.html' title='Nikki&apos;s in a video-postin&apos; mood :o'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-7602593036366873473</id><published>2010-07-13T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T14:19:40.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'LL POST A SONG IN GERMAN AND YOU'LL LIKE IT.</title><content type='html'>Listening to Die Apokalyptischen Reiter has officially been the first time that I've been able to use a bit of my German skills. Only took ya 8 years or sumthin', heh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I fell in love with this song the from first time I heard it.&lt;br /&gt;This guy's vocals are so cool. I'm not even kidding. And even if you don't like them, just listen until the chorus. It'll be worth your time. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, it has a video. That's unexpected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mqhq6HDNh8o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mqhq6HDNh8o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched the above video. It's hysterical. WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON?! It's either those mean-looking buttface business dudes or the band members just jumping around in a void and being awesome. Music videos are pointless and lame and I hate them, I've yet to find a music video that makes perfect sense and isn't stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-7602593036366873473?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/7602593036366873473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/ill-post-song-in-german-and-youll-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/7602593036366873473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/7602593036366873473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/ill-post-song-in-german-and-youll-like.html' title='I&apos;LL POST A SONG IN GERMAN AND YOU&apos;LL LIKE IT.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-3324757075039846713</id><published>2010-07-13T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T02:04:04.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I FAIL AT SLEEPING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;oh jeepers, it's 4am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;i should probably be sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;i just don't feel like it so i'm blog-babbling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;BLOG-BABBLING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;yeah that's right i have my own dictionary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;i'm blog-babbling in &lt;a href="http://bittersweetcandybowl.com/"&gt;taeshi&lt;/a&gt; format&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;taeshi's commentary sometimes rapes my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;THAT MIND RAPER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;bawww x1000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;~*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sorry, that last paragraph was probably a result of me re-reading random chapters of &lt;a href="http://bittersweetcandybowl.com/"&gt;Bittersweet Candy Bowl&lt;/a&gt; for the last, like, four hours. I am absolutely in love with Taeshi's commentary when she uses the aforementioned mind-raping format.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;But it is actually like 4am. I'm thinking of just pulling an all-nighter and drinking some chai tea when I actually physically get up to keep me awake for the rest of the day, just to get my sleeping habits all not out-of-whack. (Chai tea lattes are fantastically delicious.) I just don't want to become nocturnal. Gawsh. IS THAT A REASONABLE THING TO DESIRE? YES. YES IT IS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, I felt hilariously stupid earlier tod--wait, yesterday. -.- JULY 12 IS THE PAST NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway. I felt hilariously stupid on the evening of July 12. Why? Well, Nathan wanted to make some kind of desserty goodness to kill time, and as I was looking through a bunch of cookbooks for a recipe that didn't require much effort, he ever-so-casually mentioned that he's always wanted to make a batch of cookie dough and just eat all of it in dough form. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;You'll never guess what we did: WE DID JUST THAT. My dad was working and my mom is in Hamilton and will be for a few days, so we were all like "OMG TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE SITUATION". And then we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Brother wanted to leave the eggs out so we wouldn't get salmonella or whatever. Okay, I never understood that. Why do people who want to be super-healthful eat RAW EGGS then? I think parents just tell you that so you won't eat all the batter. Speaking of which, we didn't want too much stuff on our hands so we cut the recipe in half. Original called for one egg. DO YOU KNOW HOW DIFFICULT IT IS TO SPLIT AN EGG IN HALF? Very. I almost peed myself laughing though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The stupidest is yet to come. So we were just sitting on the couch with our dough and some milk, watching Mythbusters. (I insisted that we watch Mythbusters so that I could proudly say that I've consumed cookie dough and milk while watching Mythbusters.) Then my dad came home (we heard the mudroom door slam), we looked at each other, burst out laughing, then Nathan grabbed the bowl and bolted upstairs. I later discovered the bowl in his closet. Pff. How silly. Oh, and I'm not making this up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Crap. I don't think my plan is gonna work out. I'm yawning like every 2 seconds. That means I'm not breathing enough oxygen so I need like a huge gasp of air to make up for it. Didn't know that? Now you do. I THINK it's accurate. Prolly got it from a bathroom reader or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, I'm tired and involuntarily listening to folk metal (Inis Mona - Eluveitie; my Nix Pix playlist is on shuffle, I'm not sure if I used that semicolon correctly) so I'm probably gonna sleep now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;OH YEAH. SPEAKING OF MUSIC. I need to tell Dan Shive about this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Step 1: Go to Grooveshark, find Ghost Love Score.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Step 2: Put Ghost Love Score on repeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Step 3: Go to &lt;a href="http://egscomics.com/?date=2009-08-26"&gt; this part of Sister II &lt;/a&gt;where Nanase fights that annoying wizard. Read it rather slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you time it just right at the beginning, IT IS THE MOST EPIC-EST OF THE EPIC EXPERIENCES OF A LIFETIME. Like, when wannabe-Fox yells at Nanase those violins start playing. Nanase becomes that angel thing at the cool operatic part. It gets quiet RIGHT WHEN Ellen wakes up. Then there's some crap with Magus and Pandora that I still don't quite get. But regardless. SO. COOL. It actually also works for RavenxAnnoyingWizard fight, but it's not really clear where exactly that starts so I can't link it. It's a chapter back in Sister II, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, now it's 5am. Happy new year. My laptop is running out of friggin battery. I'm going to bed. See ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-3324757075039846713?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/3324757075039846713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-fail-at-sleeping.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/3324757075039846713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/3324757075039846713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-fail-at-sleeping.html' title='I FAIL AT SLEEPING'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-6904464877381781536</id><published>2010-07-12T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T16:36:42.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOORAY FOR HUMAN CONTACT</title><content type='html'>Finally talking to someone from the class that's not Olivia or Joa. (They're not necessarily the worst people on earth to talk to but I need some variety, thank you very much. That wasn't intended to be an insult, get over yourselves -.-) Davis and I agree that Met is being a total loser creep. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, thanks, Mister Shive. Ever since your little list of songs prompted me to listen to Avril again after many years, I've developed a new hobby of looking up a bunch of her songs on Grooveshark and singing along at the top of my lungs. (I magically still know all the lyrics to most of them.) It's surprisingly fun, even if I don't like the song very much in the first place. Pff. Call it a guilty pleasure, I'll call it a reminder of when my music situation wasn't so frowned upon and I could sing along without having to deal with idiots staring blankly at me. Hey, you get to sing your shit, I get to sing mine, thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-6904464877381781536?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/6904464877381781536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/hooray-for-human-contact.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6904464877381781536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/6904464877381781536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/hooray-for-human-contact.html' title='HOORAY FOR HUMAN CONTACT'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-7068553893625939595</id><published>2010-07-10T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T17:30:19.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd Birthdays = Updates?</title><content type='html'>Went to Brianne's birthday party today.Yeah, weird. Why isn't she having it with her friends in Toronto? You know, where she lives? My mom's suggestion: "Maybe she pissed off everyone over there too." I wouldn't be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. It was fun, but not terribly exciting, so I won't go into that too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. About the title. I have another illustrated RP that I just haven't felt like scanning.&amp;nbsp; Also, once I get to work, I may be able to show you the intro pages of whatever my comic is called. (Ha, that reminds me of Whatever This Show Is. Nathan and I made a bunch of videos a few years ago on my mom's old phone, episodes of Whatever This Show Is (my on-the-spot name). SO. FUNNY. I wish they still existed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA. THE BITTER IRONY. I'm making a Nix Pix playlist right now (conglomeration of the best songs in the universe to me at the time), and when I fished through my library, I only had 19 songs picked. I was like, "hmm...usually there's at least 30, what did I forget?"&lt;br /&gt;I forgot 'Remember' by Burden of a Day, for one. PFFFFT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-7068553893625939595?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/7068553893625939595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/odd-birthdays-updates.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/7068553893625939595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/7068553893625939595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/odd-birthdays-updates.html' title='Odd Birthdays = Updates?'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-7419699014794959805</id><published>2010-07-09T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T19:44:16.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics I Live By'/><title type='text'>Lyrics I Live By #17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I was looking through the EGS Sketchbook, and I came across &lt;a href="http://egscomics.com/sketchbook/?date=2007-10-27"&gt;this one entry&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt; with a list of some songs that heavily influence the comic. Yes, I did notice the 2 Nightwish songs, and that makes Dan Shive an even cooler guy then he already was. But I also noticed the 2 Avril Lavigne songs, and being a former Avril fangirl, I was curious. ('former fangirl' meaning she was the only music I knew of when I was seven or eight.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I went onto Grooveshark and looked her up, first the songs on Dan's playlist and then some others, mostly for a nostalgia break. (As Nathan would say, "I nostalgia'd in my pants".) I have newfound respect for her, actually. She's like Taylor Swift, except her songs don't all sound exactly the same and she writes about things other than love once in awhile. Her style's pretty interesting and her subject matter's respectable. Almost everything I like about metal off the top of my head except the special outsider appeal and the general feel of the music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;You want me to get to the point, don't you? Fine. This one song. Yeah, the one below. It perfectly describes my situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I left out all the 'ah's and 'yeah's because they aren't really lyrics, more ad-libs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm giving up on everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Because you messed me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Don't know how much you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Screwed it up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;You never listened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;That's just too bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Because I'm moving on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I won't forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;You were the one that was wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I know I need to step up and be strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Don't patronize me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Have you forgotten &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Everything that I wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Do you forget it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;You never got it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Do you get it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Gotta get away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;There's no point in thinking about yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It's too late now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It won't ever be the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We're so different now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(Forgotten - Avril Lavigne)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;~*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't feel like finding the video. Suck it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-7419699014794959805?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/7419699014794959805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/lyrics-i-live-by-17.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/7419699014794959805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/7419699014794959805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/lyrics-i-live-by-17.html' title='Lyrics I Live By #17'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-7060442513734146656</id><published>2010-07-08T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:27:24.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GUESS WHAT?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;IT'S 2:15 AM AND I DON'T FEEL LIKE SLEEPING, THAT'S WHAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Actually, I wanna see if I can upload a video directly to Blogger without it taking a million hours. Just so all of you without Facebook can still enjoy all my wonderful pointless video-ness. For some weird reason I'm against putting them on Youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5ef46e9bfb3622d3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5ef46e9bfb3622d3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331161461%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D20767B0BC61438D679B3C3123C80A6223B94416C.60AAA43581F553F890E9DE40633DCB8DAE394952%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5ef46e9bfb3622d3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dv8Lt7UsB3TnzXy8oyymmKLsa5fM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5ef46e9bfb3622d3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331161461%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D20767B0BC61438D679B3C3123C80A6223B94416C.60AAA43581F553F890E9DE40633DCB8DAE394952%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5ef46e9bfb3622d3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dv8Lt7UsB3TnzXy8oyymmKLsa5fM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-7060442513734146656?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/7060442513734146656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/guess-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/7060442513734146656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/7060442513734146656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/guess-what.html' title='GUESS WHAT?!'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-1148758104847569109</id><published>2010-07-08T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T16:19:31.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My brother turned 15 today! Guess whose brother didn't? Yours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;...well, probably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I made him a cake that's totally not made of mostly cake mix. And then when it was cool I icing'd the crap out of it. I have no idea where he is right now, but I can't wait to unveil my delicious cake that doesn't look like a huge lump of chocolate icing. (Honest, it doesn't.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Hey, I remember blogging about Nathan's birthday last year. So that means I've been blogging for more than a year! Woop! Must check when the official anniversary is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-1148758104847569109?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/1148758104847569109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-brother-turned-15-today-guess-whose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/1148758104847569109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/1148758104847569109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-brother-turned-15-today-guess-whose.html' title='My brother turned 15 today! Guess whose brother didn&apos;t? Yours.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-2085811332520193418</id><published>2010-07-08T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T16:11:19.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy Artwork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Illustrated RPs'/><title type='text'>New Thingy! Illustrated Random Pages!</title><content type='html'>This gets its own label (as well as being in Crappy Artwork) because I'll be doing more of these. Why? SO. MUCH. FUN.&lt;br /&gt;This is a random page comment on one of my brother's random pages. I laughed for like 10 minutes the first time I&amp;nbsp;read it, so I drew it. Logic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TDZZJrJJo0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ee5YeDM-vlw/s1600/sketchy+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TDZZJrJJo0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ee5YeDM-vlw/s200/sketchy+001.jpg" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I dunno about you, but MY shampoo bottle resembles that one. Also, I'm a little disappointed that I couldn't incorporate a piece of poo into the sketch somehow, but it&amp;nbsp;didn't seem to work when I tried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS? You may have noticed that I switched&amp;nbsp;eye styles. Forgot to mention that I did with the emocomic practice, and now I'm switching again. I'm just poking around in all the ones I can find and I'll see which one I like the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS? Probably won't be inking and colouring this because it wouldn't be anything new (I've coloured my avatar a zillion times) and because I'm decent at this nothing-new thing I speak of, it would be pointless because I have other things I need to practice more. Like drawing hands. -.- I actually like the one that's holding the shampoo bottle, but the other one looks like a mentally challenged, lumpy blob attached to my wrist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-2085811332520193418?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/2085811332520193418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-thingy-illustrated-random-pages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/2085811332520193418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/2085811332520193418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-thingy-illustrated-random-pages.html' title='New Thingy! Illustrated Random Pages!'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TDZZJrJJo0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ee5YeDM-vlw/s72-c/sketchy+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-7843266611234073487</id><published>2010-07-07T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T19:39:45.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics I Live By'/><title type='text'>Lyrics I Live By #16</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;lyANOTHER Nightwish song?! Jeepers, might as well call this installment The Story of a Tuomas Holopanien Fangirl. (Can't comment on Tarja because this song in particular is sung entirely by Marco.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I listened to this song a lot awhile ago, and although I have no idea what the fifth line is about and also that this is waaaaaaay different from Tuomas' and Nightwish in general's style (both musically and lyrically, like WAAAAAAY) it satisfies my emotional issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Who the hell are you to tell me &lt;br /&gt;What to do, why to do, why bother &lt;br /&gt;Leech in a mask of virtue &lt;br /&gt;Such waste, to ever think of you again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Judas, your Christess was our love &lt;br /&gt;Hit and run, your will be done &lt;br /&gt;Never sorry, never wrong &lt;br /&gt;More, more, more more more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master passion greed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Master Passion Greed - Nightwish)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3FktN7abGdM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3FktN7abGdM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-7843266611234073487?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/7843266611234073487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/lyrics-i-live-by-16.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/7843266611234073487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/7843266611234073487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/lyrics-i-live-by-16.html' title='Lyrics I Live By #16'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-4170139470830209621</id><published>2010-07-07T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:23:11.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout. Rawr.</title><content type='html'>I really like this layout. Except for the fact that those flowery white things in the top right corner make my description thing harder to read and stuff. My shift button is now stuck. Well, the one on the right is. I'm slamming on it repeatedly. Kind of like my W key about a year ago. Jeepers, how did I remember THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to make a post about yesterday. Just a sec.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-4170139470830209621?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/4170139470830209621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-layout-rawr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/4170139470830209621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/4170139470830209621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-layout-rawr.html' title='New Layout. Rawr.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-2884093391248094378</id><published>2010-07-05T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T00:41:04.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy Artwork'/><title type='text'>This is for Graham ;) (well...not the sketch page. LOL.)</title><content type='html'>Graham suggested that I put a demonic nerd in my comic. Might not be in the comic, but I still sketched it. It was so fun and amusing to no end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TDJcPahH8ZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yFkY08TKJwU/s1600/sketchy27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TDJcPahH8ZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yFkY08TKJwU/s200/sketchy27.jpg" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TDJcY0G1K1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/MulBwgjw4Gg/s1600/sketchy27+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TDJcY0G1K1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/MulBwgjw4Gg/s200/sketchy27+001.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Click to enlarge, of course. I think this is one of my favourite drawings of all time. I seriously want to ink and colour it, but I'd rather get a better inking tool. Maybe some black ink for my fountain pen would work nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled 'nerd' on Google images for the guy, but I just...winged it with the girl. I'm getting good at drawing Mary Janes, because Belinda (you might recall, she's in my comic) is gonna have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a bunch of practice with human proportions. The only reason I bothered to scan this is because it was on the other side of the demonic nerds. I like all these sketches, but I'm especially fond of that guy with his buff-ness. For obvious reasons. (For any EGS readers, I used man-Nanase from the transgender beach party as a reference for him.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-2884093391248094378?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/2884093391248094378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-for-graham-wellnot-sketch-page.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/2884093391248094378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/2884093391248094378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-for-graham-wellnot-sketch-page.html' title='This is for Graham ;) (well...not the sketch page. LOL.)'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TDJcPahH8ZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yFkY08TKJwU/s72-c/sketchy27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-1804164256280618332</id><published>2010-07-05T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T15:58:02.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guy-Awkwardness Lies Ahead!</title><content type='html'>I warn you. This post will be weird if you're a guy. But it's what happened today, so suck it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went bra shopping with my mom today. Yeah. Fun, eh? Nah, it wasn't THAT horrifying. And originally I was just getting a new bathing suit (which I got, it's brown and awesome), but of course 'intimate apparel' (that euphemism always makes me giggle) is right next to swimwear, so we ended up wandering into that section. Then since all of them sucked (we were in Wal-Mart, BTW), my mom suggested going to La Senza. I've always found that store creepy, there's all these pictures of lingerie-clad women trying to look seductive on the walls. Plus the abundance of thongs. But I went anyway, and now I own these 2 supercute ones. They don't look like they should be hidden under clothes. I seriously want to take pictures and show you them. But EDIT: Apparently certain people find this idea appalling and I've been forced to not do it. I don't see the big deal, but in case there is one, I'm playing it safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-1804164256280618332?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/1804164256280618332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/guy-awkwardness-lies-ahead.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/1804164256280618332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/1804164256280618332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/guy-awkwardness-lies-ahead.html' title='Guy-Awkwardness Lies Ahead!'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-7170722622646665190</id><published>2010-07-03T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T19:21:03.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was at the mall. Fear me.</title><content type='html'>My mom barged into my room this morning and was like, "What do you want to do today?" (I guess I'm not gonna be allowed to just wallow in my own laziness all summer. Very disappointing. But anyway.) If I&amp;nbsp; even replied, I said something like "uhhhhhhh..." so she suggested that we go to the mall. Now, I'm not the biggest fan of malls, they're kinda boring as a whole, but whatev. As I said, no wallowing-in-laziness permitted. So I got Angels Fall First (first Nightwish album, everyone thinks it's their best one but I beg to differ...*coughWishmastercough*), and some Marble Slab-tastic ice cream. Then, turns out, I had a Gap store credit thing from eons ago, so now I have a pair of shorts and a tank top that I didn't previously have. Fantabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's my day. It was a lot more interesting to live than to read about, promise. o.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-7170722622646665190?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/7170722622646665190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-was-at-mall-fear-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/7170722622646665190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/7170722622646665190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-was-at-mall-fear-me.html' title='I was at the mall. Fear me.'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-909209463934673802</id><published>2010-07-03T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T11:34:45.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy Artwork'/><title type='text'>Woop! Inking and Colouring Practice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh my freakin god I would KILL to get Red back. Ha. Ha. Which is why I drew this comic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;As emo as this comic is, I'm still very fond of it, mostly because of the amount of time it took to finish. Colouring is a pain in the butt. So is inking ghost-Reds. Lucky I had a blue pen-marker lying around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Click to enlarge, open it in another window if you wish to follow along with my commentary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I believe I have a nit to pick with every single panel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TC99D1OJklI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Duri2p-meZ8/s1600/sketchy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TC99D1OJklI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Duri2p-meZ8/s200/sketchy.jpg" width="147" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Panel 1: Met doesn't look NEARLY as terrified as he should that he's about to die. Like, really. But other than my arm being kinda skinny, I definitely look enraged enough. Also, fiery background is cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Panel 2: I wanted to make this less graphic by silhouetting the stabby panel, but what a failed attempt! I look like I'm trying to &lt;em&gt;make out &lt;/em&gt;with him rather than &lt;em&gt;kill &lt;/em&gt;him. Pff. Last person on earth I'd want to make out with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Panel 3: Dead-Met's proportions are retarded. And what's up with the random rectangle under my eye? Inking fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Panel 4: This one was really hard to ink, and I accidentally coloured ghost-Red's head and face with black. I really like my "so...now what?" expression though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Panel 5: okay, this one's pretty tiny so nothing's really that annoying. Actually, I don't look as surprised as I should that Red was just released from his pod-robot outer shell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Panel 6: The only difference I could think of between Red and Met is that Red didn't seem like he was afraid to wear his glasses when he needed them. On the outside, of course.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Why is he glowing? I dunno. Nice touch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sue me. I didn't feel like drawing dead-Met again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Panel 7: Red's eye is WAY too big, and total inking fail with me picking up his suddenly flesh-and-blood arm. Also, I have a weird nose. But the ghost-to-person transition is really cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Panel 8: There's 2 random smudges on this one. I was eating pizza before scanning this and got some sauce on it. o.o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;GAH! NOW WE'RE BOTH GLOWING! What's up with thaaaaaat? I dunno, Nice touch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;It kinda looks like I was trying to over-accentuate my boobs. I actually screwed up while inking that general area. Seriously man. I'm not that narcissistic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Red's expression creeps me out a little. Also, the inking on his face is a little scratchy because my pen was dying on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Panel 9: Aww...so sweet...but HOLY CRAP LOOK AT THE GOD-AWFUL PROPORTIONS! My back is bulging out like a camel's and Red looks like he has feminine curves! &amp;gt;_&amp;lt; I really like my hair in this one though.&amp;nbsp;Oh, and I'm crying ghostly tears, no big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pff.&amp;nbsp;The only critic I need is myself. Other ones would probably go easier on me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-909209463934673802?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/909209463934673802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/woop-inking-and-colouring-practice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/909209463934673802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/909209463934673802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/woop-inking-and-colouring-practice.html' title='Woop! Inking and Colouring Practice!'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uye-6Fa7tNQ/TC99D1OJklI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Duri2p-meZ8/s72-c/sketchy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312041713102086124.post-4915376055423544556</id><published>2010-07-02T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T13:58:35.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Up. Dun worry. + NEW TITLE? WHY??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I gave Jv2.0 a new title. Why? Well, I briefly told ya in the text below my title that Toby (who = Met, which you all knew long ago, I just like giving him nicknames now) no longer deserves to have his name in my title. I'm not sure if I've ever really explained what he's done to himself and everyone around him, but I explained it on my letters-to-Izzi blog, &lt;a href="http://dearizzi.blogspot.com/2010/06/wellz.html"&gt;Dear Izzi.&lt;/a&gt; No, I'm not just writing to air hoping that she'll see it one day o.o her letters-to-Nikki blog exists, titled--you guessed it--Dear Nikki. Her response to my problem is in &lt;a href="http://dearnikkimessage.blogspot.com/2010/06/well-that-flipping-sucks.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post. I agree with her. Even Ms. Restorick thinks he's having 'masculine problems'. *giggle*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway. I'll finish up my post from last night (erhem, early this morning) in a sec, but I just wanted to let y'all know why I bothered to change my title. It just made me wince every time I went to my homepage because it reminded me that Toby used to exist in all his amazingness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312041713102086124-4915376055423544556?l=nikkiferr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/feeds/4915376055423544556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/coming-up-dun-worry-new-title-why.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/4915376055423544556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312041713102086124/posts/default/4915376055423544556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiferr.blogspot.com/2010/07/coming-up-dun-worry-new-title-why.html' title='Coming Up. Dun worry. + NEW TITLE? WHY??'/><author><name>Nikkoliah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13162469934193554057</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-1312041713102086124.post-6350891784744566459</id><published>2010-07-01T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T19:57:53.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikki had a fun day. Woop :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Kwell, first of all, happy birthday, Canada :D I actually totally forgot about the fact that it was Canada Day today until there was talk of fireworks in my household. I'm so SMART, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The first part of my day was really weird and uncomfortable. Olivia invited me over at about 1, and turns out, there were like 5 other people there from her old school. Alright, so, you may remember that Olivia wore Joa's shirt home that one day that he lent it to her for Phys Ed or something. Well, she still has it, and we all came over to--I kid you not--watch her burn it. Yyyyyyyeah. You thought &lt;i&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;was overreacting, Met? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;:O YOU FORGOT ALREADY?! Red = Met? SHAAAAME! (Actually, Red &amp;gt; Met. But they're the same person. Okay, not really. -.- They have the same...outer shell. Sure.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;EDIT: Alrighty. I can continue this post now. Stupid Blogger made most of this post disappear last night, so I'll try to remember what I had...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;K. So. After a rather...ceremonial burning, we wandered around the neighbourhood for awhile. Other people were lighting things on fire. It made me jittery because I'm pretty sure it's illegal to light other peoples' property on fire, and I was screaming "AHH!! PUT IT OUT!!" most of the time. Out of 4 or 5 of Olivia's friends, only one of them gave me purely positive vibes (Darrion, you may remember her from when Joa tried to date her probably just to piss off Olivia). Seems like everyone that has friends from public school needs to do a better job of choosing them. (The ones I've heard of that Joa has are, like, criminals and drug dealers. Hm.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Huh. That last sentence was kinda mean. Pff. Don't tell me you've never had mean thoughts about anyone you've met for the first time in your life.&amp;nbsp; It would probably be a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway. Olivia and I walked back to her house a little earlier because...I don't really know why. But we did. Then we hung out for awhile, doing nothing really notable. Later, we went to her neighbour's house for a few hours, and 2 of the coolest people I've ever met live there--their names are Nicole and...Olivia tells me it was Natalie but i heard a bunch of people call her Talia. I was, like, instant friends with both of them and they had me laughing harder than I've laughed in awhile. I just got to exist and absorb their awsomeness for the time that I was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Fireworks were pretty cool, despite them being 2 middle-aged guys messing around with explosives in a backyard. Then we made s'mores and all their marshmallowy goodness. Not much else to comment on there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So there you have my Canada Day. Then, last night before my post imploded I was saying how I'm gonna fall asleep listening to Nightwishy ballads...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've found about 9 of them. Swanheart is my favourite by far. Dagnabbit, why did I say that? Now I have to post a video. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jKrbRcMFYR8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jKrbRcMFYR8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Who knew Oceanborn had a much cooler album cover than the one I own? *investigates on MA* Whatever a Drakkar-pressing is has this cover. Hookay then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My few readers are probably sick of all the Nightwish I'm throwing in their face. Hey, consider it payback for all the pop/(c)rap that's thrown in MY face every single day. You should be grateful that I'm not as into subgenres like black and death. Don't get me wrong, they're an enjoyable (not to mention respectable because no one seems to value respectable music these days) listen too, but I like the more melodic metal, like power, symphonic, folk, progressive, melodeath...you get the idea. Being a girl, I'm naturally a bigger fan of things that sound pretty. Plus, I like singing along.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Not much more of a reason than that. It's still metal and it's still awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;One thing I like that you can't find in any other genre: when you listen to metal, you listen to about 25 types of music, if you have all the subgenres. 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