<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;DkUFQHk6eyp7ImA9WxFUEEo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318340262941649723</id><updated>2010-06-20T17:50:11.713-05:00</updated><title>Dys Fun Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofadysfunctionalfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5318340262941649723/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofadysfunctionalfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5318340262941649723/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154662049295945853</uri><email>jakebebar@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>282</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A08ASX88fip7ImA9WxNSEkg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318340262941649723.post-1372644646436568194</id><published>2009-08-25T22:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:10:48.176-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-08-25T23:10:48.176-05:00</app:edited><title>A Complete MESS</title><content type='html'>Tonight, as you might have guessed, I am a complete mess. In fact, I am such a mess that it even brought me to come write a post....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 10:55 at night. I start school at 6:15 because I took Early Bird P.E. to fit A.P. Statistics into my schedule. I should have been asleep as hour ago, but I'm not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, my allergies. If they were a person, I would personally suffocate him or her and watch him or her die. Then again, it's the fall. It's not like it's a surprise that my allergies are horrible. But anyways, I've been taking daily allergy tablets, using the Neti Bottle, using eye drops, and just about anything else. So, to fight back against these Hitler-like "things," I decided to get my air purifier back out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the air purifier to work correctly, all windows need to be closed and all doors need to be closed. For some reason, NO ONE in the house can understand this, even though the dry erase calendar that takes up half of the wall above my desk states "KEEP DOOR CLOSED!" I even erased all my calendar events so I could make the words bigger. But no one seems to understand this!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving the door open is one thing. Opening up the window when I specifically told you not to---ahem. Cinderella!!!! (picture me screaming that...not my little annoying Cinderellaaaaaa....picture the words yelling out at you because I'm that mad)---is a whole other thing. Why IN THE WORLD would you open it when I said, "I have my air purifier running so don't open up my window." Then I come back from the first day of school today, and whadayaknow? The window's open! So besides it being bad enough that my air purifier is never going to help because my family is stupid, it's also about 90 degrees in my room while it's like 70 degrees in the rest of the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't just put the air on and close all the windows and everyone's happy....but nooooo, let's all forget about Jacob's allergies because who cares if he only gets four or five hours or sleep a night? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To add on to the pile of reasons as to why my life sucks right now is the fact that I have no shorts (or pants for that matter) to wear to school tomorrow, even though I repeatedly told someone (YouKnowWho!) to go get me more khaki shorts because three of them is not going to be enough if I only wear khaki shorts to school. So now I have to stay up later, with sweat running down my neck, because I have to wait for the clothes to be done so I can put them in the dryer and have shorts for tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While were on the topic of Jacob is a Complete Wreck today...I think I reallllllyyyyyy need a DVR. There is no way I'm going to keep up with TV shows and do school work without it, and I've tried NOT watching the shows, but then when I get bored with homework, I just start turning them back on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I have almost no school supplies, which, for once, is not Cinderella's fault because I haven't asked her to take me yet because she worked today and was in a cranky mood when she got home and said she had a headache. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah....life's just a piece of poop right now. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; did not carry around my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; so we're going from memory.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was woken up by Cinderella who was wondering where her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; armband was, and while looking for it, Hurricane woke up and decided to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PlayStation&lt;/span&gt; which just happened to be in my room. I was in an on-off sleep for the next two hours as Hurricane played and Tornado came in to watch in the middle of my sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At about 9:30, I finally got out of bed and took a shower, with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; no questions or pounding on the door. After I got out of the shower, we cleaned the house and everything, and then Noodle and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McFlurry&lt;/span&gt; came over at 10:30. Noodle played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PlayStation&lt;/span&gt; with Hurricane while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;McFlurry&lt;/span&gt; and I attempted to get our video uploaded for the private video blog. We finally got it uploaded after replacing the new router that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Noob&lt;/span&gt; bought with the old router we originally had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then played hide-and-seek for about an hour, but Noodle and Tornado would tell everyone where we were hiding right away; we didn't play for too long. We ate pizza, and then started filming our music video for our video blog. We put up my sleeping bag, the closing thing we have to a blue screen, and after about 15 different tries, we determined the sleeping bag would not work good enough. Noodle and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;McFlurry&lt;/span&gt; left, and Busch and Cinderella took Hurricane to baseball practice soon after. Tornado and I went over to the neighbor's house, as I am feeding their fish while they are on vacation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tornado forgot that they were on vacation and thought we were going over there to play with them. When I opened up the garage door, he gave a face that said, "Let's scare them!" We "sneaked" into their house and Tornado soon realized they were on vacation. Just as Tornado stepped on the living room carpet, the answering machine "beep" went off. I could tell by his face he didn't know what the noise was, so I told him it was &lt;b&gt;a burglar alarm &lt;/b&gt;and he set it off. He didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; me, but when it went off again he quickly jumped off the carpet onto the hardwood floor. I noticed he was walking on the rug, and told him it would set off the alarm. Right after I said it, the answering machine did it's "beep" again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tornado soon caught on and realized I was fooling him. We went home and went in the pool. The temperature was 82 even though it felt like 75. After swimming, we went out in the front yard. He swept the garage (don't know why, but he finds it fun), and I read my book until everyone was back home. Then, they played bean bags for a while and we soon went in.....not too interesting off a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have 20 pages left of my book so I'll finish it tonight. I think I'm going to start reading books every three or four days instead of every seven if I want to finish my summer reading with no pressure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;yaaaa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I apologize in advance for any mistakes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've decided that the only way for me to actually stick with a blogging schedule is to make a post every night. And I'll try my hardest to. I've actually carried my iPod in my pocket this whole day so I can write down what happened and not have a brain fart as soon as I start writing this...so wonderful Monday...the start of daily posts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up today with Hurricane sleeping next to me. So I woke him up asking why he was in here, and he goes, "Oh, Mom said I could." Of course! Thanks Cinderella. Let's make Hurricane sleep in my bed so he doesn't have to kick you in his sleep, just me. Furthermore, why isn't Hurricane sleeping in his own bed!?!?!? He is 9 ya know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinderella left for work, and by the time I was up Noob and Busch had both also already left for work. I don't think I mentioned this, but Noob got a job at the city...full time. Yayyy for me! It was about 8:30 and Tornado was still sleeping so I decided to wake him up otherwise he would start sleeping in until 10:30 like he did on Saturday. So I jumped on the bed and pulled off the covers because no matter how annoying you are when you wake up Tornado, he always seems to ignore it and be in a good mood, and he was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Tornado and Hurricane played Playstation in my room, I took a shower and was only asked about 20 questions while doing so as Hurricane and Tornado pounded on the door: "Can we go in the backyard?" "Can we call over Noodle and McFlurry?" (even though they were coming over anyway in about an hour for me to babysit them) "Can we play Wii?" "Can we go on your laptop?" "What's the password for your laptop?" It never ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I got out of the shower, I went downstairs to eat breakfast when Hurricane starts screaming, "Oh my GOD!!!!!!!! Tony peeed!!!!!!!!!!!" For those that don't know, Tony is our beagle, no sorry, Hurricane's beagle. Anyways Tony peed this little puddle on the hardwood floor which would take about 3 paper towels to clean up. After whining and even crying about cleaning it up, Hurricane finally decided to and used about 20 paper towels. And after cleaning it? He got mad at me because I mad &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; clean up &lt;i&gt;his &lt;/i&gt;dog's pee, so he put his hand in my face. The hand that he just cleaned up pee with. He drives me crazy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time Hurricane was in his room, after stomping up the stairs, Noodle and McFlurry had arrived. Meanwhile, Tornado was going around the house using EndDust every inch. He said he &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to dust. And that was fine with me, except for the fact he pretty much makes puddles with it instead of dusting with it. I let Hurricane get out of his room and the kids watched me play Zelda. I don't know why they find it entertaining to watch &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; play, but they do. As he was watching me, Tornado was eating ice, but informed everyone he was drinking water. Every minute or so, he would say, "Geez! This water is so crunchy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Zelda, we ate lunch and were going to watch &lt;i&gt;Wipeout&lt;/i&gt;, but it won't let me watch it because I have Windows 7. Sigh. The kids didn't seem to be so upset though, so I didn't let it bother me either. After lunch, we filmed our Improv video. The neighborhood kids made a private blog on which we post daily videos, scripted and improv. We had fun making it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We later went upstairs to where Tornado was trying to get a Nerf bullet off the ceiling by hitting it with a stick. After repeatedly being told not to, he kept doing it, and whadayaknow? He hit one of Cinderella's picture frames, breaking the glass. And as I'm writing this, I don't belive Cinderella has found out yet. I'll have to tell her tomorrow morning because she's already sleeping now. Of course, right after breaking it, Tornado goes, "Way to go, Hurricane!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few minutes later, Scuba Jean showed up and started blabbing about how we need to be doing something "constructive." When we asked her if she saw our video, the one we spent about 10 hours making, she said she didn't like it, even though making a video is "constructive." She said we had a bad plot and needed to go to the library and get an actual play script and perform it, like Alice in Wonderland. Then, she told me I needed to make a schedule for babysitting: 11 - 12 Lunch, 12 - 12:15 Nap, &lt;b&gt;12:15 - 12:45 Coloring&lt;/b&gt;...as she went on, all the kids stood behind her shaking their heads No No No No. So next week, we're making a video entitled "If Scuba Jean Babysat Us" which will get laughs from probably everyone but her. Hi Scuba Jean! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Scuba Jean left, we went in the pool, which was just &lt;i&gt;a little bit &lt;/i&gt;cold, but I didn't mind it. It was a pretty hot day out anyway. In the middle of swimming, we heard loud and numerous screams Ahhhh! AHHHHHH! We laughed at first, but then wondered if someone was actually in trouble. The screaming soon stopped and we were informed by our neighbor that a little boy was walking his puppy and a German Shepherd got lose and the boy thought the puppy would be eaten by the Shepherd so he started screaming. Wow that was a run-on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noodle and McFlurry then left and Hurricane, Tornado, (just curious, do you usually include that second comma when you're making a list of three things? Either way is correct, but I just wanted to know what most people did. Let me know in the comments!) and I went inside. I cleaned my room, Busch got home, and then Scuba Jean picked me up to take me over her house where Ricky Bobby needed my help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along the way, we got stuck in traffic. It took us 45 minutes LITERALLY to travel about a half mile. There appeared to be an accident ahead as we saw police lights and no cars were moving, but when the cars started moving, we saw no accident scene. Everything seemed fine. I want to know what caused our car to be stuck there when I was with Scuba Jean in the car listening to her blab about technology. She said there needed to be a technological bomb that would destroy all technological devices so humans would have to start over. She said it as if it was her dream in life. I just sighed and hoped the traffic would clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally arrived at her house where I helped Ricky Bobby put in concrete for his porch. We ate dinner, and then Scuba Jean took me home.......that was a pertty long post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318340262941649723-7437076078673799721?l=talesofadysfunctionalfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofadysfunctionalfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7437076078673799721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5318340262941649723&amp;postID=7437076078673799721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5318340262941649723/posts/default/7437076078673799721?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5318340262941649723/posts/default/7437076078673799721?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofadysfunctionalfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/failed.html' title='Failed'/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154662049295945853</uri><email>jakebebar@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16524820714829931446'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEUCSXc8cSp7ImA9WxJWGU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318340262941649723.post-1172765870554257810</id><published>2009-06-24T22:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:57:48.979-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-06-24T22:57:48.979-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babysitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dysfunction'/><title>The Sudden Urge To Be Tarzan</title><content type='html'>Well, as you saw in my last post, the dysfunction has returned and it has definitely not gone away. Yesterday, I was babysitting the neighbors McFlurry and Noodle while also babysitting Hurricane and Tornado. We played the Sims for a while...our new addiction. But unfortunately I only have the first Sims, the one that worked on Windows 98 computers....yeah...pretty old so it's kind of hard to get addicted to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After playing the Sims, we went outside and over to Hiree's house, who lives across the street. Tornado wanted to show her how he made her on the Sims. He made her super skinny with 70s clothes. Sadly, Hiree's also cleaning for a graduation party this weekend so we couldn't stay long. We walked back to our house and sat in the driveway where we were deciding if we wanted to have a lemonade stand or not. As everyone was talking, I walked over to the small tree and pulled on a branch. For some reason (no idea why), I had &lt;b&gt;the sudden urge to be Tarzan&lt;/b&gt;, so I grabbed the branch, jumped off the ground, started going, "Ahhhooooahhh" like Tarzan, and started swinging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the branch has a weight limit though because as I was in the air, the branch broke and I went flying down on the ground on my back. Of course, all the kids decided to laugh at me instead of making sure I was okay. But I'm sure they just realized I was because I got back up as fast as possible to make sure no cars were driving by. Luckily, there weren't. We ended up not having a lemonade stand and went inside to play Wii instead. It was about 90 degrees out anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on, Hurricane had a tournament game for baseball. His team had already lost once, due to the first team they faced being the best team in the league, so if they lost this game, they were out of the tournament and done with the season. And, of course, it was still blazing hot outside and very humid. Cinderella called Busch and had him bring a water jug for our team. 10 minutes later, he arrived...with the water jug....and plastic cups....that just happened to have "Budweiser" on the side. &lt;i&gt;What a wonderful sight it was to see all the kids drinking from Budweiser cups in the dugout! &lt;/i&gt;Hurricane unfortunately ended up losing his game, but he made the B All-Star team so he's not disappointed. I think the All-Star team can actually go pretty far, but we'll see what happens...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I subscribe to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ModernPianoMusic&lt;/span&gt;.com and today the sheet music for The Main Theme Song of Forrest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gump&lt;/span&gt; was posted. I've never seen Forrest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gump&lt;/span&gt; (here comes Scuba Jean's "You've never seen Forrest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gump&lt;/span&gt;!?!?!?!?), but the site also gives a YouTube video with the sheet music being played. After I actually heard, I decided that I had to have it. Unfortunately, Cinderella's computer is horrible and it won't let me connect to the printer from my laptop. So I went upstairs to Cinderella's computer to print it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But.....along comes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Noob&lt;/span&gt; who's computer broke because he re-formatted it. Why did he re-format it? Because he &lt;i&gt;thought&lt;/i&gt; it was running slow. There's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Noob&lt;/span&gt; fixing something that isn't broken again. So anyways, I get on Cinderella's computer and all of a sudden he comes up screaming, "I'm on there!" But he was sitting in his room......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. According to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Noob&lt;/span&gt;, if you have an opened pop can that is yours in front of the computer, you're on it, and no one else can get on it. Well, too bad for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Noob&lt;/span&gt; because I still got on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he decides to go downstairs and says, "Fine, I'll use your laptop." This causes me to print out my sheet music as fast as I can and then run downstairs and kick him off my computer, which I did successfully (&lt;i&gt;surprisingly&lt;/i&gt;). So I went downstairs to start playing, but then realized I didn't really understand the rhythm so I decided I needed to listen to it more. And after doing so, I went downstairs to play, and now Busch is down there watching a movie. &lt;i&gt;Wonderful! Just wonderful!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I have to practice in my room on my little keyboard which doesn't have enough keys to play the song on. &lt;i&gt;Wonderful, yet again!&lt;/i&gt; So, I attempt to practice on my little keyboard, but then go downstairs to practice on the real piano. Oh look! Now Cinderella, Hurricane, and Tornado have joined him! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/i&gt; We have about five other TVs they can watch there movie on, but they have to pick the room with the piano in it. So I go upstairs AGAIN to play on the little keyboard. And as I'm playing? Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Noob&lt;/span&gt; decides to come in and put my portable hard drive back where it goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why was it out of my room? Oh, because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Noob&lt;/span&gt; decided he's more important than everyone else and he can just take their things and use them without asking. Not my fault he re-formatted his computer when it didn't need to be re-formatted! So, since he took without asking, and I paid $65 for it, I felt that &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; had the right to go in his room and take $10 out of his wallet. At which point he takes &lt;i&gt;my &lt;/i&gt;wallet, which luckily I have no money in....but I do have a debit card in unfortunately. So I go to complain at Cinderella, who is now in her room, and she pretty much goes pyscho on me: "Go tell your father! Go tell your father!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I go downstairs to tell Busch and his response? "Turn the light back off!" &lt;i&gt;Well, he sure solved the problem.&lt;/i&gt; Well, I went back upstairs to have Noob go pyscho saying, "I'm missing $10!!!!" So now I have a big red mark on my back because he decided to punch me, I have my wallet back, and I have $10 of his, so I think my wallet back and an extra $10 will balance out the mark on my back...&lt;i&gt;I told you the dysfunction would return.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I've told myself I will write this post in its entirety....in one sitting...it's a big thing for me. I have the TV off and all windows on my laptop closed (besides this one of course). I have my iPod turned off and my phone on silent so I cannot hear people calling or tweets and texts coming in. And, of course, I have my box fan by the window on high to 1. Cool my room because it is a sauna in here and 2. Avoid the sounds of Tornado and Hurricane running around the house doing who knows what. I've included links to pictures of the rides I'm referring to in order to help those unaware of them. Feel free to just click the links and then click the back button on your browser to come back here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, surprisingly I went to bed at 10 on Monday...after setting my seven alarms (literally) to make sure I wake up for Six Flags. And Tuesday morning, the &lt;i&gt;oh.so.lovely &lt;/i&gt;Cinderella decided to come in my room and use my laptop...at six in the morning. Her computer wasn't running fast enough, and she needs a new one. Instead, she just decides to pretend like my laptop is for everyone to use freely. And I don't really mind....except that it was six in the morning therefore waking me up. I stayed in bed for another 55 minutes and then decided to get up and take a shower. And as soon as I shut the bathroom door, dingalingadingaling the alarms go off because stupid me forgot to turn them off. Luckily, I ran back into my room and turned them off quickly...not waking anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About an hour and a half later, we left for the church where the bus was and stopped at Walgreens on the way. I got some mini glazed donuts that turned out to be the most disgusting donuts I've ever consumed in my life and a bottle of Fuze, which happened to be too big to fit on the shelf. It was caught underneath the little thing with all the prices on it from the shelf above. I forced it out causing the price thing to slap back against the shelf sounding like a gun going off. The employee at the photo center nearby gave a little giggle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Cinderella dropped me off at the church, and off we went to Six Flags. On Monday, I downloaded the latest episode of Harper's Island to my iPod so my friend and I could watch it on the way there. When we arrived at Six Flags, we rented our lockers and then ran to the &lt;a href="http://www.joyrides.com/sfgam/photos/viper3.jpg"&gt;Viper&lt;/a&gt;. The wait was probably about 15 minutes...not too bad considering we got there about twenty minutes after the park opened. After the Viper, we ran over to the &lt;a href="http://www.joyrides.com/sfgam/photos/raging_bull1.jpg"&gt;Raging Bull&lt;/a&gt; which only had a 30 minute wait time, which is AMAZING for the Raging Bull. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the Raging Bull, we went to the &lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/themeparks/1/0/6/e/SFGAm6.jpg"&gt;American Eagle&lt;/a&gt; and started to notice that we were seeing the same people in all of the ride's lines. It seemed that everyone was starting at the Viper and going from ride to ride counter-clockwise along the whole park, as we were. We started heading over to Batman, and passed &lt;a href="http://cache.rcdb.com/pictures/picmax/p2030.jpg"&gt;V2 AKA Vertical Velocity&lt;/a&gt;, the one ride I refused to go on the previous seven times I went. This time, I actually went on it, and it was amazing...my favorite ride besides the Raging Bull. You can see how fast it actually goes in &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oO0pofLojec&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt;. Skip to about 1:15. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went over to &lt;a href="http://www.joyrides.com/sfgam/photos/batman.jpg"&gt;Batman&lt;/a&gt; and it started to drizzle. Luckily, it stopped after only about 10 minutes, and we got to go on the ride. After Batman, we went to our lockers to get money so we could eat. Along the way, we realized it: we had been at Six Flags for two hours and already went on five roller coasters....roller coasters, not kiddie rides....that's almost imposssible. Eating was probably the longest thing. It took about 90 minutes because you go from restaurant to restaurant hoping you can find a slice of pizza for under nine dollars, and sadly, you can't. And there's nothing you can do about it. Six Flags owns the park and won't let you bring in any outside food any more except if you have special allergies. I ended up just splitting a Chicken Strips meal for nine dollars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After eating, we went on Raging Bull again. This time it had about a 40 minute wait time, which was still good. People were starting to leave the park and it was only about 3:30. It was the day I hoped for. One with just enough rain in the morning to cause people to go home. As we stood in line and looked up at the Raging Bull's giant drop, I looked over at the two 7th-graders who came for the first time this year. Before eating, it was just my friend and I going on the rides so the two never even went on a big roller coaster. They went on the little rides like King Chaos and Revolution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time we were close to getting on the ride, both decided they would not go on, and I informed them they would regret it. I couldn't force them to go on, as much as I wanted to because I know they would be happy they went on after they rode it. After riding the Raging Bull for a second time, we went to V2 again, where we rode it two more times! The line only had about 20 people in it! We were on the actual platform to get in our rows within 30 seconds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went to the &lt;a href="http://www.negative-g.com/SFGAM/SFGAM2008/SFGAm-5-23-2008-Demon-1.jpg"&gt;Demon&lt;/a&gt;, not one of  my favorite rides because its not very fast and only one drop, but we were determined to go on every roller coaster in the park now so we went on. After we decided to go on the Viper for a second time. As we were walking out of the exit, the one 7th-grader stated, "I want to try Raging Bull," and so we got in line again. After looking at his face though, we all decided he would chicken out. But he did not. Both seventh graders went on the ride and said it was amazing and they wanted to go on again. But instead, we split up and my friend and I went on the American Eagle again with the two 8th-graders. The American Eagle had 11 (I counted) people in line! ELEVEN PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course everyone wanted to be near the front, but my friend and I ended up getting first row. :D When we got to the top of the roller coaster, we had that little small pause that every roller coaster does before you go flying down the hill. And because we for some reason thought the roller coaster wasn't going to go anywhere, we started jumping forward, forcing it to go. But instead the roller coaster went faster than it ever had before because all the weight was in the front. No one was riding in the back. At one point our car actually jumped what felt like about 2 inches off the track, and I know I wasn't the only who felt it because I turned around and saw everyone else's shocked face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we got off without flying off the track and walked on over to &lt;a href="http://www.joyrides.com/sfgam/photos/iron_wolf1.jpg"&gt;Iron Wolf&lt;/a&gt;, which only had 3 people. THREE PEOPLE in line. The trip was getting better and better. After a short two minutes at the Iron Wolf, we ran to &lt;a href="http://www.lakecounty.org/images/Superman2_001.jpg"&gt;Superman&lt;/a&gt; (couldn't find good picture of the Superman at Six Flags Chicago so this is from another one) as it was the last roller coaster we had to go on (we did not count &lt;a href="http://i.dailyherald.com/stories/63/63429.jpg"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/a&gt; (That was the best picture I could find of the Dark Knight. On the actual ride, the lights are out.)or &lt;a href="http://static.panoramio.com/photos/original/758168.jpg"&gt;Rajin Cajun&lt;/a&gt; (similar to Primeval Whirl in Disney World) as roller coasters because they are pretty much not). By this time it started pouring so we started sprinting to make sure they wouldn't close down Superman. And we found out they hadn't! We ran through the long entrance and up the stairs, and at that moment, they closed down Superman. We were so close, but too late.... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, instead, we went to the Dark Knight, which is an indoor "roller coaster." There was no line and we got right in, but we were being followed by many because the Dark Knight was the only ride open. And after that, we went on the &lt;a href="http://www.joyrides.com/sfgam/photos/condor2.jpg"&gt;Condor&lt;/a&gt; to help waste the time, but by then, it was pouring and we knew we wouldn't get on any more roller coasters so we left about 30 minutes early and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, my friend and I watched Taken, which I had rented from iTunes, on my iPod. And, honestly, I didn't think it was that amazing, and I think that's just because I'm used to 24 and it being so suspenseful AND because everyone was saying it was THE MOST AMAZING MOVIE EVER (even though it was not) AND because everyone said the ending was shocking, but I honestly did not get how it was, but that's not my opinion. Overall, it was an AMAZING day. Was this post too long? Or would you guys rather have long posts like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Today, freshmen went to the zoo, we had career day, juniors had the ACTs, and seniors didn't have to come to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was also a nine period day, rather than the seven period day we usually have. So first period homeroom (Woohoo!) which was extremely boring. All we did was talk about what we would be doing the rest of the day, but we already were aware of everything yesterday; it was pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So two of the nine periods were homeroom, one was lunch, one was a P.E. activity, one was Career Cruising, one was the Reality Store, and the other three were jobs. In December, we were asked five jobs that we would be interesting in pursuing. Then the school put every student with three of the five jobs they selected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second period was politician. The guy wasn't actually a politician, but a city manager for a local city. He still did know a lot about politics though. My friend, Ryan, and I appeared to be the only ones even interested in becoming a politician in a group of around 15. I felt bad for the guy. He would keep asking questions, but no one was answering questions. It wasn't that interactive, but it was still better than regular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third period was teacher. The lady that was a middle school teacher, and her presentation pretty much convinced me that I don't want to be a teacher. So yeah...thats it about that period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fourth period was Career Cruising. We went on careercruising.com and answered all these questions detemermining your ideal job. Unlike most career tests, I actually believe this one works fairly well. I've taken it numerous times. This time, my top three were results were producer, office manager, and association manager, and my career clusters were law and government and business and finance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fifth period was Reality Store. You are given a worksheet that gives you a job and a salary. It tells you if you have a spouse or not and if they receive a salary. It also tells you if and how many kids you have. You go to the main gym where many tables are set up with real world people. For instance, in the clothing section, there were actual Wal-Mart employees. So you have to go around, buy a car, a house, insurance, and all this other stuff. It was pretty fun. My job was a financial institution manager, I made $20,000, was single, and no kids. Because of only having to pay for myself, I ended up having an extra $815 per month after. You also spun the wheel of fortune which either gave you money or took away some of your money. I ended up &lt;b&gt;getting a good citizenship award&lt;/b&gt; for $100. Overall, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth period was lunch...nothing special there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh period was lawyer, which by far was the best presentation. She was our county's assistant state attorney. She worked at the local juvenile center, and ironically enough, one of the kids in the class just got out of juvenile, and he was going to be having another hearing for burglary. Real smart. Anyways, she had a lot of interesting stories and made the presentation interactive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighth period was P.E. activity. We just played bean bags the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ninth period was homeroom again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow freshmen will be taking the Explore test, we will take the PLAN test, juniors will take some other test, and seniors have another day off. To conclude, what do you want to be when you grow up? And if you are already grown up, what did you think you were going to be when you were little? Leave a comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Cinderella and Busch would sleep in one. Tornado, Hurricane, and I would sleep in another....you would think. Tornado ended up climbing in bed with Cinderella and Busch. Because of this, I woke up feeling wonderful. Hurricane was already up and had a perfect sleep. Cinderella and Busch, unfortunately, did not have such a nice sleep. It does not help when Tornado sleeps perpendicular with the way the bed is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways...we ate some cereal for breakfast. So luxurious! And then went to Lego Land. It was pretty cool, but was definitely more amazing to Tornado and Hurricane. The amount of detail in some of the buildings (specficially the Chicago exhibit) is pretty astounding. After seeing a jungle exhibit, we went on a dragon rollercoaster, which was more like a car ride that went 2 mph. It does not deserved to be called a rollercoaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that 2 mph wind attacked my face, we went upstairs and watched a 4D movie. It was like the one at the Shedd Aquarium in Chicago. Then, after eating some pizza, we went to the Rainforest Cafe again, but this time only for desert. Everytime you go to the Rainforest Cafe, you need to get the legendary Volcano, but on Monday we were too stuffed for desert. Of course, I made yet another hour-long stop at the Apple Store, and this time, we stopped at Cinnabon to get cinnamon rolls, which were delicious, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the waterpark for about two hours until I realized I still had to my lab report for Chemistry. And it's hard to have fun when you know you still have to do a huge report, so I changed, went back to the hotel lobby, and started doing it. I ended up finishing my graphs, which was the main part, and I was fine with that. I IMed with some friends while charging my cell phone. You have no idea how many people would walk by and glance at my cell phone charging...frequently. They would be talking to someone, and just stop suddenly, look at the cell phone with a face like "Why is that there? That's not supposed to be there. Why is that there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I was like 3 feet away from it, the only person sitting within 20 feet of it. It was obviously mine. I don't see what the big deal was. I went to go to Starbucks, but they were already closed. It was like 1:30, and they were already closing! I've never heard of a Starbucks closing before 9:00! What's with that!? After my cell phone charged fully, I went back to the waterpark. I don't know if I mentioned this or not, but at the waterpark, the main lifeguard occasionally walks around with a doll, waits until the lifeguard turns around, and then plunges it into the water. She then stands there with a stopwatch seeing how long it takes them to notice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm assuming if they don't notice the doll in a certain amount of time, they can lose their job. And if you were a lifeguard and saw that doll, I'm sure you would be filled with all this excitement and blow that whistle as hard as possible to be sure you didn't lose your job. Well, while I was floating around in the lazy river, I saw the doll fly in. The lifeguard on duty was definitely filled with excitement, not a good excitement, a "Oh my God! I'm going to lose my job!" excitement. She got so much anxiousness (spell check didn't say that wasn't a word, so I'm assuming it is one) in here, and ended up tripping over the edge of the wall, falling into the lazy river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone just stopped and stared as she stood there laughing at herself. As I floated past, I tried so hard to keep in my humor, but after the other lifeguards started laughing, I found myself cracking up. I felt bad for her, but it was too funny. Shortly after, we changed and headed home, ending our vacation. Tornado was "starving for death!!!!" so he said we had to stop somewhere to eat. 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I wanted to come, too, so I took off school today and tomorrow. I woke up this morning at 8:30. I actually slept in today! 8:30 is definitely sleeping in for me. We left the house around 11 and stopped at the bank, where Tornado asked for a Cotton-Candy flavored sucker. I wonder if that's the first time the bank teller was asked to get a certain flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the resort, we watched Bedtime Stories in the car. Well, we're still in the middle of watching it; we'll watch the rest of it on the way home. Check-in was at 4:00, but the hotel said a room might be available if we arrived early. We got here around noon, and when we got into the hotel, I had to make sure we had wireless internet. Well, we had wireless internet all right, for ten bucks! Ten bucks for the internet! For only 24 hours! What!? Well, as you can see, I can't live without the internet so we still bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting into the hotel room, we went down to the water park. We have to wear these wristbands that prove we paid to go to the water park, and it stinks because we have to wear them all night. It's really going to bother me, but I suppose I'll live. The lines were not as long as I thought they would be. We waited about 2 minutes top for the slides and stuff, which is completely different from Six Flags when I have to wait for 20-30 minutes for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 5, Tornado started getting tired so we went up to the room and decided to go out to eat. We went to the Rain Forest Cafe at the Schaumburg mall. Tornado has never been there before so he thought it was really cool. He seemed a little surprised though that the lights would turn off for a few seconds and &lt;b&gt;"thunder" and "lightning"&lt;/b&gt; occurred. For the longest time, I have been waiting to go to Schaumburg mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because the Schaumburg mall has an Apple Store! So right after we ordered, I left to go the Apple Store for a while. I went from iMac to iMac to Macbook Pro to Macbook Air to Macbook to this to that to this to that. I was just so excited! I tried to get the iSight camera to work with my friend's camera, but it wasn't working. I didn't have time to mess around with it because I had to get back to the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating at the restaurant (the food was really good, but extremely filling),  we came back to the hotel and went back to the waterpark for 30 minutes before it closed. It was pretty much secluded; Hurricane and I would go on one slide after the other with no wait. After it closed, we went to the hotel pool, which didn't close for another two hours. Unfortunately, all the hotel guests had moved from the water park to the hotel pool also so we decided to call it a day and went back to our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we weren't done having fun yet. I recently bought a webcam, so I was video chatting with Scuba Jean (well one-way video-chatting because Scuba Jean only has a microphone. I can hear her, but she can see and hear me). After talking with Scuba Jean, we video-chatted with our cousins living in California that we see once every 1-2 years. It was really cool and now we can keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see where people get their blog material from now. I don't travel that often. I remember in 8th grade when our uncle was getting married about an hour or two away from our house and we stayed overnight at a hotel. I saw it as a vacation. Sleeping overnight anywhere is a vacation for me. I could probably write a novel about today. Anyways, I want to get to bed because tomorrow I'm planning on waking up early and then going down to the lobby and doing a video blog. I think it would be fun. Well, I'm off to bed. Goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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